Demonspawn

By TempleSiren_NULL

Part 1 of 3 - The Mark

 

“Cheers!” the circle of friends called out together as Kayla raised up her eighth? ninth? shot of the night. It was burning and sickeningly sweet but Kayla was able to force it down just like the others. Something about drinking Fireball just felt natural to her.

 

A flash of light lit up Kayla’s mind. A towering demon with red skin and great black wings stood above her. A symbol was tattooed over his heart. Two circles of different sizes arranged vertically. A single line that touched the tip of the smaller circle reached down to bisect the larger circle. Two arcs stemmed from the line within the larger circle as if expanding over its surface.

 

Kayla knelt before the demon and took his cock into her mouth. It wasn’t long before his burning, sickly-sweet seed was filling her mouth and she joyfully swallowed it down. 

 

And just like that, Kayla was back in the bar with her friends, washing down the lingering taste of Fireball with a glass of ice-water. The demon in her mind was quickly forgotten, but his symbol wasn’t.

 

Kayla looked out the window at the 24-hour tattoo parlor across the street.

 

Kayla felt more than curious, but compelled to visit. It reminded her of asking her first crush to prom. The possibility of pain and heartbreak completely overwhelmed by the need to go through with the act.

 

Kayla felt a hand on her shoulder. Chrissy was holding up another shot.

 

“Thinking of getting a birthday tattoo? I don’t mind chipping in.”

 

Without saying anything, Kayla downed the shot. With the burning, sickly-sweet taste, came a vision of a perfect symbol. A perfect way to mark her twenty-first birthday. 

 

Kayla smiled and reached for another shot. “Yeah, let’s do it. Just let me have a little more liquid courage first.”

 

* * *

 

Kayla had never felt such a throbbing headache in her entire life. It’s not like she’d never been drunk before and it had been her twenty-first birthday. Still, she had aches throughout her body. Her throat ached from the burning drinks, her legs ached from the miles-long bar crawl, and even her boob…

 

Kayla reached up to cup her sore breast. Instead of flesh, she felt… plastic wrap?

 

Kayla opened her eyes and looked down at her chest. A sheet of thin plastic covered a roughly fist-sized bandage placed right over her heart. Faint memories of walking into the tattoo shop returned, but nothing else. It was like the night had ended the moment she’d walked in.

 

The pain from the tattoo throbbed with her heartbeat. Kayla forced herself to stand up and walk over to the bathroom mirror. Her arms felt light as she threw off the t-shirt she slept in and she bared herself for the mirror. A small patch of white hiding whatever tattoo she’d decided to mark her birthday with.

 

As if moving on their own, her hands delicately gripped the edge of the bandage and began peeling it off.

 

There was no pain as it was torn away. Only a desire to see the truth she’d marked herself with.

 

Two circles connected by a line. Two arcs that broke off of the center line as it bisected the larger circle.

 

Kayla squinted. What the hell was this? Had Chrissy talked her into getting some pagan symbol? Was it the artist’s idea? Kayla was sure she’d never seen this symbol before, and yet if she closed her eyes, she could see it perfectly.

 

 

The sour taste of Fireball returned to her tongue. For a brief moment, she felt herself kneeling before the demon again. The same mark on his heart as hers. She wanted so badly to taste his burning seed…

 

With a blink the vision was gone. Kayla stared at her topless form staring back at her in the mirror. Disheveled hair and smeared makeup marring her otherwise beautiful form.

 

 

Kayla looked down at her discarded t-shirt and felt her tattoo burning. Almost as if it was afraid of being covered up.

 

 

* * *

 

With pristine makeup failing to hide her baggy eyes and a low-cut black dress quite successfully revealing her cleavage along with her new ink, Kayla stepped out of her car and made her way into the tattoo parlor. An overwhelming smell of disinfectant made her eyes water. The tears then only accentuated the bright overhead lights that glared off a colorful wall of different designs. The entire place was painful to her hungover mind. 

And yet, the pain in her breast seemed to vanish as she walked in. As if the tattoo was happy to be back here. 

 

She recognized him immediately when she saw him. The artist she’d bared her breasts to. The artist she’d begged to mark her. He had been so reluctant. He’d almost kicked her and her friends out of the parlor.

 

Kayla remembered it vividly now. She’d drawn the symbol herself and held it up in the air, demanding to have it over her heart. She remembered how his eyes had widened. How he’d refused any payment from her friends. 

 

He looked so tired standing behind the counter. He must have been here all night.

 

“I knew you’d be back,” he said. “Jane! That customer I told you about is here. I’m clocking out!”

 

A woman in a black tank top with arms covered in roses stepped into the room. She glanced at Kayla with her eyes lingering on the hungover woman’s breasts. Then she keyed something into the register and waved the man away.

 

“Now that I’m off the clock, let’s go back to a consultation room where we can talk,” the artist said. He didn’t bother looking behind him as he led Kayla out of the dizzying room into a more comfortable environment. 

 

To Kayla’s relief, the lights were dimmed in this room. An office chair sat across from two leather armchairs with a low circular table in the middle. The artist sat in the office chair and Kayla cautiously sat in one of the armchairs opposite from him.

 

She took a deep breath and was relieved to find the disinfectant replaced with a blend of mint and lavender. She could relax here.

 

At least, Kayla felt like she could, until the artist’s eyes began drifting down below her face.

 

 

Kayla’s finger drifted to her open cleavage, laying just under the tattoo.

 

“What… is this?” she asked, trying desperately to sound confident.

 

The artist narrowed his eyes at Kayla. “Do you really not know? You asked for it and don’t even know what it is?”

 

Kayla squinted back at the artist. “That’s right. I don’t know what it is. Though, I seem to remember you trying to kick us out until I drew it. Then you wouldn’t even let me pay for it. So what is this?”

 

The artist reached inside his shirt and pulled out a wooden carving in the exact same shape as Kayla’s tattoo.

 

“This… is the Mark of Khaedros. The Demon King,” he said. Kayla smiled as she fought back the urge to laugh.

 

Except he was still holding the talisman. Kayla could remember drawing the symbol. It was as easy as writing her own name. It was something she had done thousands of times… In the margins of books or notebooks… Always while daydreaming….

 

It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about too hard.

 

The artist wasn’t laughing as he held out the talisman. Kayla felt her smile fade. She wasn’t sure she believed in a Demon King, but the fact that the tattoo artist had a necklace with the same pattern as her tattoo meant she should probably take him seriously.

 

“Okay, tell me about this Demon King,” she said with faltering false confidence.

 

The artist’s eyes widened. “God… you’re not kidding. You’re marked and you don’t even know why.”

 

He looked down at the talisman. “Two years ago, he visited me in a dream. Told me his offspring would be drawn to me. That I was to give them his mark when they asked.”

 

His hands clenched as the memories played out in his head. Kayla watched his eyes stare off into the distance, as if he was somewhere miles away.

 

“He rewarded me before I’d done anything. Dozens of his daughters climbed all over me, giving me pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known in this world.”

 

His eyes came back into focus as he stared at Kayla’s chest.

 

“Every single one of his daughters had that same mark, right over their hearts.”

 

He paused and looked down.

 

“Just like you asked me to…”

 

His hands unclenched and he took the talisman in his hand.

 

“I woke up with this around my neck. A symbol of his that I don’t dare remove.”

 

He held it up for Kayla to see. Two circles, with a line drawn from one into the other. As if one was overtaking the other.

 

“Kayla, kneel before the symbol of your king.”

 

Kayla felt herself topple out of her chair and fall to her hands and knees in front of the man holding the symbol of her king.

 

“W-What’s… happening?” She looked up and saw the symbol in his hand. The top circle, a crown; the bottom circle, the world. From his divine rule, a line came down and spread across the world, carving it into the form he desired.

 

That was the symbol the artist held. The symbol that haunted her dreams and was now forever preserved in her flesh.

 

The Mark of Khaedros.

 

The artist parted his legs. “Pull out my cock and kiss it twice on the tip.”

 

An image of the demon flashed within Kayla’s mind. It was like he was standing behind her, watching her…

 

Judging her…

 

She couldn’t disappoint him.

 

All the aches in her exhausted body faded as she reached up towards the artist’s belt. It was so easy for Kayla to move her arm, guided by his power. Undoing the buckle, unzipping his pants, pulling out his gloriously hard cock…

 

Every action held the same joy as her first kiss. A dark gravelly voice repeated the same thing over and over in her mind. Though she heard the voice as clearly as if he was right behind her.

 

“You are demonspawn. You are mine by blood. This mortal has gained my favor. He must be rewarded.”

 

“You… have gained my king’s favor…” Kayla said as she beheld his cock. She closed her eyes and pressed it to her lips; giving the tip the most tender and sensual kiss she could manage.

 

Once.

 

And then twice.

Just as ordered.

 

Kayla pulled back and smiled at the artist. Serenely awaiting the next order from one who gained her king’s favor.

 

Kayla was not relieved nor disappointed when he put his cock away. Only surprised. Wasn’t her place to reward him?

 

 

The artist put the talisman away and Kayla felt the spectre of the Demon King disappear from behind her. He smiled sheepishly as he stood up from the chair.

 

“I could never do it. I just can’t bring myself to force a girl like that.” Kayla slowly stood up off the ground, still coming to terms with what she just did.

 

And how far she would have been willing to take it.

 

“It’s weird though; I don’t hesitate to give the tattoos but I can never bring myself to take the reward, no matter how eager the girl is.”

 

Kayla felt how wet her pussy still was. She imagined him taking the talisman out again.

 

She imagined doing a lot of things after he took the talisman out again.

 

The artist made his way over to the door. “The point is, it’s all real. I don’t know how far back it is, but the demon king is somewhere in your lineage. Only girls born of his blood react like that to his symbol.” 

 

His eyes glazed over as he once again became lost in thought. Just as Kayla began wondering if she should say something, his eyes refocused on her.

 

“If you see anyone with this symbol, run away. Cover your ears and run.”

 

He reached up and opened the door.

 

“Before you go,” he said as Kayla began to walk out. 

 

She didn’t look back at him. She didn’t want to risk turning and seeing that symbol again. Even if he yelled at her, she wouldn’t turn around.

 

“I’m… sorry…”

 

His apology sounded as genuine as any Kayla had ever heard.

 

But she still didn’t dare turn around.