IRO
Iro woke up with a pounding headache and a sense of disorientation. It felt like he was hanging upside down in a spiderâs web, a sensation he was familiar with. But when he fully woke up, he realized he was indeed upside down, but not in a spiderâs web.
A quick look around revealed he was in what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse or factory. The dust-covered boxes and the general state of neglect suggested it hadnât been used in years.
However, the fresh hoof prints beneath him indicated that someone had been here recently.
Being naked wasnât a new experience for him, considering he had spent the earlier part of the afternoon in the nude. But being upside down, naked, and bound by ropes was a new and alarming experience for Iro.
He tried to shout, but found his mouth was muzzled shut by a sturdy rubber strap. A small whimper escaped his throat as he realized his predicament, but it quickly turned into a groan of pleasure as an electric sensation coursed through his body, originating from his dick.
More specifically, from the base of it. A quick flex of his abs revealed the purple gems on the cock ring Zeltaria had fitted him with were now glowing ominously, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body.
Iro squirmed helplessly in his rope bondage, suspended from the ceiling, with his arms tied behind his back and legs bound together.
Adding to his predicament, his tail was also tied down against his back. It wasnât painful, but the fact that it was immobilized was oddly distressing for him.
The pleasure kept building and building, but no matter how long it went on, he couldnât reach climax, and was forced to ride this infuriating edge endlessly.
Just as he was coming to terms with his situation, the silence of the room was broken by a short, gleeful, and sultry giggle.
âI see why sheâs so taken with you, little dog.â
Iro whimpered as a small, sharp point touched his shoulder blade and dragged over his back, leaving a burning sensation in its wake and causing his back to throb and tingle.
Iro shivered as he nearly came from that sensation alone. It was as if his back had been turned into an incredibly sensitive erogenous zone.
Finally, his captor walked around and stood in front of him. His suspended state put his head about level with ~her~ groin.
Standing before him was a purple-skinned, horned, winged, scantily-clad, particularly buxom, hooved Succubus. Iro knew the species all too well, but this one in particular was a new face.
And that face was flushed a deep purple hue that Iro suspected was ~lust~. Iro suspected his own face was turning red as he stared at her one-piece outfit.
A black V-shaped garment started from her loins and barely covered her ample chest while pushing her features up in a seductive manner. His musing on his own arousal was cut short by her voice again.
âYou squirmed even in your sleep while I tied you up, and now from a simple ~touch~. You must not get ~any~ sleep with ~Zellie~ around.
âI bet she canât keep her claws off of you.â Her voice was oddly similar to Zeltariaâs, with a slightly higher pitch and faster cadence.
Iro mumbled through his gag before he remembered it was on his snout and grunted in frustration as he failed to protest his abduction.
âTsk tsk tsk, ~poor puppy~.â The demoness cooed as she dragged her clawed finger down his stomach, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
The sensation made Iro flex and bend under her touch, his neglected yet throbbing hard member bouncing in the effort.
The Succubus giggled again at his reaction and finally stepped away, fidgeting her hands in front of her while still admiring Iroâs bare, furred, and snow-white body.
With deliberate slowness, Iro watched as she began to pull her hands apart and a thin, black line formed between them.
It stretched longer and longer as she separated her hands until she finally flicked her wrist and revealed the creation to be a thin, single-tailed whip that snapped with a threatening crack.
Her laugh turned to a cackle as Iro squirmed and whimpered again, shaking his head even as his body demanded more. More ~anything~.
Iro was sure a stiff breeze would be enough to set him off right now, but he really hoped he wouldnât be made to cum to getting whipped by some crazy Succubus demon.
The Succubus walked closer and caught his jaw in her hand, luckily not grazing his cheeks with her claws, and she whispered, âDonât take it personally. Youâre just the ~message~.â
Before Iro could guess what that meant, she brought her hand up from his jaw and jabbed his dick with a claw, causing that searing pleasure to tear through his loins and made Iro all but cum on the spot.
As he desperately thrusted his hips in the air, he decided the cock ring must be responsible for his inability to reach orgasm.
The fiery pleasure he felt was unlike anything else heâd ever experienced and would surely have set him off at any other time. And then he felt the sharp snap of a whip over his buttock.
Iro yelped through his gag and jolted in his bonds as the Succubus lashed his ass with her whip, pinpoint precision let her mark his rear end again and again.
After what must have been fifteen solid hits, she began to move up his back, marking Iroâs body again and again, though his fur would hide any bruises.
It seemed like she knew that, and was intent on making some bruises anyway.
The worst part, for Iro anyway, wasnât the pain, but the ~pleasure~.
Every snap of the whip made the cock ring react and convert any sensation he felt past the initial impact into raw pleasure that left his mind scattered and mouth drooling.
A pool of saliva began to form beneath him and while he desperately wished to add some amount of cum to that puddle, his dick remained stubbornly dry.
Iro silently swore that if he ever saw Zeltaria again, he would do anything to get this ring off, dignity or sexual preference be damned.
The Succubus stopped her lashings and let Iro pant and gasp, attempting to recover from her onslaught.
She moved closer, the sound of her hooves on the warehouseâs stone floor echoing like the click of high heels, reminiscent of Zeltariaâs.
Her fingers traced the welts on his scarred back, each one a painful reminder of the whipâs sting. What had once been a source of pleasure was now pure agony.
Each time her finger grazed a tender spot, Iro winced and whimpered.
âIâm surprised, little doggy, really I am. I thought for sure youâd have more injuries like these. Maybe Zellie has gone ~soft~.â
The Succubus slowly turned Iro around, bringing them face-to-face. His head hung low, level with her crotch, revealing a noticeable wetness. She was clearly enjoying this.
She giggled as Iro wheezed through his muzzle, then took a step back.
She slid her hand under the cup of her V-shaped âclothingâ and began to peel it off her body.
The base of the V had a protrusion that looked suspiciously like a butt plug. The suggestive toy shimmered in the dim light of the warehouse, the evening sun filtering through dusty windows.
Now naked, the Succubus moved closer, spreading her legs and pressing her wet pussy against Iroâs gagged lips. She rubbed and grinded against his sealed mouth.
â~Surely, ~she must have all sorts of fun with you. But I suspect she wonât have much fun after she finds whatâs ~left of you~,â she threatened.
She finished grinding on Iroâs snout, leaving a sticky wet patch on his fur and leathery nose.
She moved her clawed finger back to Iroâs cock and slowly traced the pad of her finger around the tip of his tapered canine prick.
Iro whimpered at the touch, desperate to cum, but his squeals took on an unusually high pitch as the Succubus dug her claw into the soft skin of his member.
The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable. She moved up and down, up and down, until she finally began to circle his urethral slit. She looked down at him with a wicked grin.
âSheâll ~never ~take you back after ~this~. Youâll be useless to her.â
Iro clenched and squirmed one more time when a smooth, steady click-clack sound began to echo in the empty warehouse. The Succubus froze, her claw poised above Iroâs tip.
âDonât presume to know what ~I ~would use, ~cur~,~â ~came a smooth, sultry, and decidedly angry voice. It belonged to a very pissed off, red-skinned Succubus.