In absence of a proper Uke.

Hell, as you would believe, is a very barren, hot place, with no civilization and perhaps a bit heavy on the screams of the damned.

In essence, it's like Wyoming.

Now, in the rare absence that you find civilization, it's rarely the kind you would want to meet.

Like Wyoming.

In one of these civilizations, a black castle stands on a ridge, made of Obsidian, carefully cut to be as menacing as possible, and so any looters will get slashed fingers from climbing up the walls. In the castle, two Incubi lay tiredly on couches. One, with skin pale as moonlight and jet black hair, that if looked at the right way would suggest a tinge of blue, asked the other, "Remember Sebastian?"

The other demon, a bright red incubus with horns and blonde hair, got up, "Yeah, why'd you ask, Celcia?" He frowned, stretching, "Simple, Ignis. I was wondering whether or not you knew of his whereabouts, after all, he was fun to play with..." A silly grin formed on his face, rather unbecoming of his physically menacing features.

"Ah, right... He never even struggled. I think he was summoned away." The demon known as Ignis grinned back at him.

"..Summoned? You would think those pink skins would realize to not bother with us, shame on him though, for picking such a welcoming title, I told him not to pick 'The Ever Loyal'." Celcia frowned.

"Yeah, that's just good advice in general, I mean, I deliberately picked the most pathetic title ever!"

"…And that would be..?"

"The king of Raspberry tarts!"

"I'm the Master of unlocking. Though I have to give you points for creat-" A tattoo on the Incubi's bare chest started to turn a bright red, "-… Son of a bitch."

The other incubus started to laugh, as Celcia began to fade from that world and into the next, "Well, speak of the devil."

He casually waited, and soon Celcia came back, his apparent summoner, a female gagged, supposedly to prevent her from chanting a spell that could get her back, Ignis grinned, "Another wet behind the ears summoner..?" Celcia nodded, "Her first. Shoulda' picked an imp or something to start out with, doll."

She whimpered, he threw her off, "I'll drain her of life later, I'll rest for the evening." Ignis grinned, "Tired so soon? I thought you didn't have fun with pink-skin gir-"A pale fist connected with Ignis' face, and Celcia left for the evening. Ignis frowned, looking over at the girl with his cheek bruised.
"So… What's up?"

Celcia lied on his bed on top of the covers to let the cool air connect with his nude body. He stretched, not hearing the soft footsteps of the other demon. Ignis walked into the room, surprisingly silent for someone of his size. Celcia blinked and looked up at the other demon, who snapped his fingers. Chains, conjured from seemingly nowhere, clasped around his arms, flipping him over onto his belly. Ignis grinned, "Remember when you bent me over a table for three days while your minions fucked me in a line?" Celcia laughed, "Oh, I didn't hear you complaining."

Ignis frowned, "I was gagged."

Celcia purred, "And please, do tell how is this going to punish me..?"

Ignis laughed, "Oh, you're always clueless, aren't you. The Daemons code requires an offering of a fluid that creates life, in short, blood or cum. Once said fluid is spilled, said being is…"

Celcia whimpered, eyes turning wide, "…The other's slave for a predetermined amount of time…"

Ignis purred, running hands down Celcia's back, "You had the kindness to make sure your Minions were too weak to make such a contract. I am not so kind..."

Celcia began to softly plead, feeling the other demon enter him. He gasped as he felt Ignis' length throbbing inside. Desperate to not show submission, he bit his lip. Ignis simply laughed, seeing Celcia's struggle to maintain a semblance of dignity. He continued the motion, his hips rocking back and forth, Celcia's arousal soon showing as his own length became erect. Ignis noticed this, "Oh, giving up so soon, Love?" He gently put his fingers around it, his thumb slightly touching the head, and he began to stroke it.

The pleasure overwhelmed Celcia, his face, normally pale as ice, began to warm up. Already, his tip was leaking pre-cum, he could feel it building up inside him, and he started to pant softly. Feeling the weakness in his partner, Ignis grinned, thrusting deep and hard inside him. Celcia grew a bit frantic, lightly thrashing against the steel cuffs. Ignis purred, feeling his partner's knees shaking with every thrust, "You know, I could've just cut you and be done with it… But what's the fun in that..? After all, seeing you bleed is a lot less fun than feeling you squirm underneath me."

Celcia flipped him off in the cuffs, too drunk on the feel of an oncoming climax to talk, "Hm, well, I suppose that would sum up my feelings if I were you." Ignis continued his motions, and soon Ignis couldn't take it. He let out a long and loud cry, it echoing on the obsidian walls, his chest and belly became sticky with his own seed, and he collapsed, gasping for breath. Ignis pulled out of him, lying next to him with a stupid grin, "You're mine now."

"I…" Celcia paused to gasp, "… Am fully aware of my situation... And all I have to ask, is what can I possibly do to cut this... humiliation… short?"

Ignis smirked, "Stay in bed and try not to maul me." He snapped his fingers, releasing Celcia from the cuffs. Celcia reluctantly lied down on the bed, but as time passed by, he looped his arms around the other male's waist, purring as he fell asleep, his head on Ignis' chest.

Ignis looked at him with a smile, "Hm. Never took him for the loving type."

The summoner, her face a bright red, looked at the both of them, as she had been watching the events unfold in their entirety. She made a silent note that even if she was to be eaten, at least she would die happy.