A Case of Mistaken Summoning [M/M, Yaoi]

Chapter 1: A Thief in the Night

The gentle sigh of silk gliding over silk reverberated throughout the bedchambers of the demon prince Alpheanix Vostruzeth Oz'gathun, the first of his name and otherwise known to his closer companions as Nix. The sound failed to reach his ears as he slept uneasily. The events of the past month had shaken the realm of Ophiliax to its very core and he'd found sleep rare and fitful at best. The previous Overlord had been the target of an assassination attempt during a journey to the human realm of Athanea and after the fighting was finished he'd been found with a human-made dagger buried in his throat. The Demon Lords of the realm were still in the process of selecting a new Overlord from amongst their number and there were talks of War.

The intruder had closed the door behind it with a barely audible click, its unusual form slithering across the wooden floorboards with barely a whisper of movement before it gently teased the covers away from the bed with claw-tipped hands. The barest sliver of light from the realm's two moons illuminated the chamber through its translucent curtains. The mattress moved ever so slightly as the strange figure climbed on top of it, its long tongue tasting the air as it considered the sleeping demon.

Nix belonged to a species known as imps, humanoid demons with a natural affinity for fire magic. They relied on strategy and nimbleness due to their size in comparison to the larger species of demons. Nix was of below average height for an imp, measuring 4ft 11' with a slim physique and a smooth whip-like tail that was long enough to curl around his ankles. His skin like all implings was grey and his hair was a charcoal black in colour. It was of medium length with wild curving strands that formed an untamable mop on top of his head. His curved horns were small and onyx black and they grew from the crown of his skull making them hard to distinguish from his hair. His facial features made him look puny and weak in the eyes of some demons but to humans he would have appeared attractive, with dark curving lips hiding sharp white canines and a small round nose contrasted with sharp eyebrows and unblemished skin.

His night clothes were matching black and consisted of an open button-down shirt that was slightly too large for him, and a set of lace drawstring underwear while his slender legs were encased in black thigh high stockings that were silky-smooth to the touch. He also wore a simple beaded anklet on his right foot that glistened in the moonlight. He was lying face up in his bed, his left hand underneath a pillow and his right hand motionless by his side while his face was turned left towards the window. The slithering figure descended on his form with barely contained lust.

Nix's amber eyes flickered briefly in his sleep as dexterous fingertips negotiated the laces of his drawstring underwear and peeled away the material from his member. The region of his sex was smooth to the touch and his member stiffened as it was gently caressed to life. The sound of a bottle being uncorked filled the air briefly as a suspicious looking white liquid was poured into a pair of slender hands and applied in delicate strokes to the imp's hardening cock. Nix groaned softly as he was caressed and stroked while slick fingertips drew lazy circles on the peak of his member and teasingly slow lines down the length of his shaft. After a few minutes the imp's head began to slowly toss in his sleep while his hands clasped the bedsheets. The liquid while cold to the touch was setting his sensitive flesh aflame and his rod was beginning to throb furiously. "Nnnf.. A-Ahh.." The imp moaned as his eyes slowly flickered open. His mind felt muddled as he tried to form coherent thoughts through the fog of unbearable pleasure.

As the grey skinned demon pushed himself up from his position in the bed, his slender legs sliding across the sheets, he cried out in bewildered pleasure as his freed shaft was pumped skillfully with a slick hand. "What-who?" he barely managed to think before yelping as a slick pair of fingers slipped effortlessly inside of his entrance and began to massage his insides. The imp reached out to grab the intruder's wrist, snarling as he bared his pointed fangs only to growl in frustration as both of his arms were suddenly pinned back and trapped inside the coils of a powerfully muscled tail. "KAZUMA YOU FILTHY BASTARD! I'M GONNA RIP YOUR HEA-MMMF!" he shouted before being cut off by an all too familiar pair of lips. A long serpentine tongue darted inside of his maw, sliding against his tongue passionately before withdrawing with a wet smack.