Demon Lord


When Galea is chosen as one of the hundred virgins to be sacrificed to summon the demon lord, Tarek, she knows she's facing certain death. But Lord Tarek has other plans for Galea.


Published: 04/2014
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 10,275
Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance
Rating: Erotica.Contains explicit sex and language, bondage, oral sex, sexual mastery. Strong warning! Not for the faint hearted!
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



Desiree Acuna


© Copyright by Desiree Acuna, April 2014
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, April 2014
ISBN 978-1-60394-
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636


This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.


Galea would have been certain that she was still sleeping, still dreaming when she woke if not for the pain. The pain made the world real. For all that, it was far from unbearable, for which she thought she would be eternally grateful.

She should have dead after all, split asunder by the mechanical monster the priestess had dreamt up to summon her master—the Demon Lord Tarek.

With that thought, her eyes popped open.

The room she found herself in was dim but not so dark that she could not discern her opulent surroundings.

Her mind went perfectly blank.

The cavernous room she was in looked like a palace.

Not that she had ever seen one, but she could easily imagine the rich furnishings belonging to one. The walls were gilded—and she was certain that it was real gold. There were satins and silk hangings everywhere—and pillows.

A bedchamber then?

The last thing she recalled ….

Her mind stumbled over that thought, but she shied away from the memories than instantly flooded her mind and explained the aches and pains that were throbbing through her.

She was to have sacrificed to the demon lord and that was the last place she remembered being—in that cavern beneath the temple, chained to that monstrous machine.

“You are still in the temple.”

Galea’s head whipped toward owner of the deep, rumbling voice. A shock wave traveled through her when she spied the dark form sprawled on a bed of pillows only a few yards from where she lay.

He rose the moment he had her attention.

She knew it was the demon lord. It was almost more startling that he looked so very human.

Except for the horns and the dark red tint to his flesh.

And the obscenely huge manroot protruding from his belly.

Amusement flickered over his handsome face. “I can take any form I like,” he murmured. “I am a demon.”

She frowned, utterly confused. “Why would you take the form of a human?”

He chuckled. “The better to fuck you, my dear.”

Galea felt her face heat at his crudity.

Not that she had not heard plenty—and seen plenty if it came to that. She just was not accustomed to anyone speaking so frankly to her.

“Did you … uh … fuck me?” she asked after a moment.

He looked angry for a moment. “You do not feel well fucked? You screamed so … delightfully for me.”

Indignation fluttered through her. “I did no such thing!” she snapped testily.

He grinned at her, dropping down beside her on the mound of pillows that supported her. “I have always loved a challenge.”

Which was when Galea realized that she was as naked as he was.

A strange lethargy began to creep over her as she stared into his eyes. She felt almost as if she was floating up from the pillows. The dimness around her became more profound, deeper, cloaking her mind and her eyes like a blindfold.

She felt the binding that time, however. She did not awaken to find herself already pinioned for his pleasure, she felt herself arranged for it. Her arms were thrust behind her back this time and bound there so that her back was forced to arch and her breasts thrust forward.