Demonic Treasure Trap


Written by Septia.


Their mission was successful. Shadow peered across the crow groups’ prison dungeon, feathers were all that remained after their raid. His band of mercenaries 'confiscated' the crow's loot for the throne. He adjusted his scar; were it a matter of theft, he'd have taken the job on his own, though considering the amount of crows they had to dispatch, he approved of the decision of his sponsor to move in with a spearhead troop. 
	“Pheee…” 
	Shadow turned at Sigma's sigh. “How's progress?” 
	Sigma sucked his lip, jabbing his finger through the iron padlock. “Almost got your stupid t-trash open.” A click of metal was followed by a clank into cobble, Sigma kicking the hunk of metal as he opened the door – the demon appearing as someone perturbed about his usage as a lock pick. 
	Shadow entered the cell, honing in on the chest of wenge wood. Since the crows had simply nested in this hideout, they'd stashed loot wherever they could; so a chest that was actually locked up warranted inspection. Shadow took out his picking kit – earning him a glare from sigma. The silver keyhole bent as hot butter when the put the pick into it. Shadow reeled back in time with the lid flinging open, its silver accents rotting orange and a glimmer beaming out into the cell. 
	“Shadow,” Sigma's call, along with the joining mercenaries, tuned out to the white noise of the engulfing shine, until there was nothing. 


~ 1 ~


”What a time to celebrate, I don't have to toy around with a bunch of breadbrains any more…” 
	Shadow heard a voice echo through his head, eyelids snapping open, only to close at the scintillant landscape. Light strobes from the flick of reflective silver, coins in droves continuously falling, shambling, submerging into the ground, the whole space a river of coins, trinkets, valued a king's ransom in in constant movement. He rose before the others; Sigma a close second. His thief's blood leapt. This twisted realm was picked right from one of his dreams, the moment before it was twisted into a nightmare. He followed Sigma's glare, towards the source of the amused voice. 
	“Though with how fast you sunk into my trap, I shouldn't get my hopes up.” the figure at the other end of the space rose, strutting towards them, her gleaming embellishments that marked her body sparkling with each step. 
	Shadow took a stance. “'Stay calm, and ready, we are in enemy territory.” 
	“The heck is…” 
	“My head.” 
	“Who in the…” 
	The merceries complained, the four of them rising on to an unstable stance, drawing their blades. 
	The entity halted, In the moment of stillness, Shadow made out dark silhouette in stark contrast to the environment, standing out as a Shadow against a lit wall. 
	“Phssf, swords? Oh you poor saps must… relish, throwing your money in a lake, here,” the emphasis was warped with the crude tongue of a royal in private conversation, “how bout I re-imburse them for you?” She announced and snapped her fingers. -Chrllstg- -Chrlslt- Shadow turned, witnessing the metal blades blooming with curved fissures, crumbling into disks of silver tumbling to the ground. The mercenaries fumbled to hold on, yet all were left with a handful of coins, which turned to mush and melted between in their fingers as heated clay, joining the flow of riches that clad the realm. 
	“Pha, it is tradition to show guests some hospitality, after all.” 
	“You hag,” Ingram shouted, turning tail to run out of the chamber. 
	The entity smirked as his steps faded away… then picked up once more, from behind her. -Bbtfh- 
	“Ghta.” Ingram grunted, slammed rammed right into the dark being from behind. 
	“And Guests in turn should show their host some… Respect.” She curted and hoisted Ingram up by his leg. 
	“Spread out.” Shadow called, shifting in between the droves of treasures cluttering the chamber… His vision adjusted to the right of her, gradually making out the dusk skinned woman in her silver markings, and poisoned mauve hair, holding up the mercenary up by his foot like a ragdoll. Ingram wasn't silenced, scrambling, jabbing the air, kicking at the ogre of a woman, who wore/bore a patient smile. Second after second, all that was heard was Ingram's profanity, and the clitter of coins,… She held him, until he ran out of breath. 
	“Done? Didn't even blink and already giving up, almost sweet, yeah that'd suit you.” She grabbed his feet, and a flash f metallic glimmer warped his shoes, morphing to an orbit around his legs, crawling downward. His skin shifting, rusting into a metal hue, once it reached his ankles, the tip of his shoe broke from the iron husk, revealing a sandalwood hue that the entity roll folded and rolled like a cigarette. 
	Ingram screamed, flailing his arms reach anything, grasping tat the coins on the ground. 
	“What is happening I can't feel my legs, guys stop it b-, stop it before it reaches mya… a… aahhg.” He was stunned, as the ray of shimmer warped past his crotch. 
	“Mmfmm, mm, hmnmm?” The entity hummed, kneading and rolling up Ingram's legs into itself, the soft texture bending to her will, Ingram's side spiralling in on itself as legs, crotch, and torso coiled over one another in sheets. 
	“It almost looks like…” shadow mumbled. 
	“Heemmpghth-.” Ingram was silenced. He was out for a moment, returning to himself with only some of his former senses. Sight diminished, hearing muffled, movement halted, smell… invaded by a strong, hearty spice. He shouted, only to hear a grumble unmuffled under stacks of pillows. His body shifted, rotated against his will, he thrashed in place, until his vision cleared up, witnessing a wide grin, and in the reflections of the polished teeth… he saw himself. 


the entity patted down her creation, holding a torso sized cinnamon roll, the brown dust matching Ingram's leather armours, and an imprint of his face plastered on the front. 
	“Phhaha, look at you, think you're up to fighting me? You should focus on the upcoming brawl you'll have with my thighs,” she brushed down over her head and snickered, “And there hasn't been a pastry they'd lost to yet.” She snickered, soon growing to a cackle, guffawing as she hung the baked roll of dough above her maw. 
	 “Phhaahahaammmpgh, mmpwhehemgm,” Her chuckle only plugged by Ingram's body; Cheeks swelled to the silhouette of the pasty lowering down past her lips, suckles and smacks echoing as the entity scoffed down on the former mercenary. -Ghmmrpgh- Swallows compacted the inflated cheeks to dome out her gullet, quivers passing through her body as she squatted at the apple flavour. 
	“Mmfwas, phaha, mwmas, shwo sphychy hmm, all thammgs, dehrturmnatishun, sfmms, makes ya ammg, the sweeteners.” she mumbled with her mouth full, taunting the warrior she shovelled down her throat. A moment later regaining her composure and pose, acting intimidating for the rest of her subjects. 


“She is a demon,” Sigma stated, hiding by his master’s side. Shadow gave Sigma an awaiting stare. 
	“What?” 
	“You know her?” 
	“All demons don't know each other, besides, it isn't like I have an idea what aspect or clan she is.” 
	“All this bizarre magic has to be demonic, shouldn’t you be used to these realms?” 
	“Again with the assumptions.” 
	“Mmpwhf, wmmpgh,” The demon grumbled, her lips warping around the end of the roll, sealing it down her swollen gullet and letting Ingram sink into the depths behind her chest, distending her abdomen. 
	“Guests in a home who's owner you're unfamiliar with, a lesser host would, banish you for the burglars you are, but, not Arezou, that is.” She swatted at her stomach, gritting her teeth as the silhouette of the massive cinnamon roll inside unfurled, wrapping up to a contorted shadow of arms, legs and armour, magnifying her stomach to fit the weight of the human, one who was struggling frantically. 
	“Pmmffs, pahha, oh you poor soul, thinking you have a chance to escape just because I gave you back your body. Keep feeling sure you can escape now, just crawl out the same abyss you were cast down,” Arezou chimed and droves her fists into her gut, “your weapons'd be better off than you when I am done. Mm, so then,” Arezou raised a finger, stepping around the chamber, weaving between droves and stacks of flowing coins and armours. “Crab goes right, crab goes left, ever never forwards, hidey here, hidey here…” 
	The nursery rhyme drenched the moment in cruelty, the familiarity distracting Shadow from thinking out a plan straight. There was still time to save everyone. 
	“Snap it, with its… Claw, you are next,” the rhyme finished, and Arezou launched onto a pile, the coins parting in a waves for her presence, exposing Sosimo hiding beneath. -Bbwnngths.-. Her stomach slammed into him, pinning him to the ground, the engorged tummy morphing across the mercenary, the demon near tripping the man's heights. 
	
	“What's this, lost your fighting spirit, yes… Desire to run away, Don't tell me you are… Scared,” she heckled and grasped the wall, grinding her stomach into the ground, as she shifted upwards, forwards, onto the waterfall of coins, sandwiching them under her grasp. 
	“You are right by your friends, isn't this the time to be a hero? A knight in… shining armour? But you are just a bilge rat, there is no honor mfmms, drop of bravery in your blood.” her stomach warped and slammed to and fro, the muffled grunts of the two mercenaries echoing amidst the chamber. 
	“Delusions of grandeur, huh? Brought on by a pack of, wretched, despicable, second rate burgla-.” 
	“Abomination,” Tabia called out, screamed, a war cry as she charged the demon aiming down to their tailbone with a strike from her jagged gauntlet. 
	-Spllgfth- Instead of metal clashing into meat, the sound of the impact was a mist clasp of stepping into mud.  
	Tabia stared ahead, the end of her arm devoured b the Arezou's buttocks, cheeks clenching around her wrists and parting to show the rugose skin of the pucker crawl up her gauntlet. 
	“Aeh… ehha… ahah.” Arezou laughed, squeezing herself tighter to the wall, smothering Sosimo under the bulk of her gut and dragging Tabia into position, raising her ass and the woman dangling out her rear, hanging like a fish on a line. 
	“See? At least this bilge-rat tried to be a hero,” Arezou called out, slamming her ass to the ground. Tabia's cry was muffled as she became the pillar holding up the hefty demon buns, her head turned and compressed into the crevice, grunts trailing off into cries as the rump devoured her, malforming over her shoulders to assure her entrance down the depths of the demon's catacombs. 
	“Mmfmwmrf, wmfmpprhmfmr.” Terror infused into her wails as the buns bobbed down her chest, -Crhrllsth- the crackle of lubed plastic chimed from the warping brim, engulfing the warrior. 
	“Phaha, guess I can't blame you, look how far heroism got this one, Mmmwfs. Phafm,” Arezou quivered and groped her fingers deep into the burnt brass buttocks, “though I shouldn't judge that so early, huh? She will still go into my bowels, it is quite the distance to traverse, and she's bought a return ticket,” the demon mused as the weight of her bottom sealed the mercenary's fate, splashes of colon fluids drizzling onto the floor as the pucker clamped onto her legs -Splltrh- -Chrhsth-. “Mmfs, right to your other friend huh, saving no time… fmms, yeah maybe you can rouse him back into some action, get his hopes up, you can still escape,” Arezou encourage between hefty pants, suckling air in through her teeth and humping her stomach into Sosimo, her cheeks clapping over Tabia's knees, each gulp hoisting the woman further down the depths of the monster's frame. 
	“Phhaa, phooa.” 
	Sosimo heard her panting, a sign of exhaustion, he couldn't let her get away with this. He'd manage to wedge his right leg free of the grasp of the gut, and now he took the opportunity to strike. 
	-Splllfth-. Moisture seeped humidity invaded his clothing, siphon through the leather of his boot, he tugged, but his leg was caught in a vicegrip. But how? She had both her hands occupied, her feet wouldn't reach, what was… -Chrllslth-. The slim infused pit wormed its way up his calves. 
	“Oohmaooho hor, you nutheads are asking for it, I could just sit with my maw open and you'd leg it in line to leap fmsma, aiianaa,” she rose, her breath weighted with sweat and excitement, below her gut extended a pillar of meat, wrapped around Sosimo's leg, the contoured shape of his struggling boots wedging and revolving inside the demonic manhood. 


“Stop stop s-, get yort hant aff awf mmaf,” Sosimo panicked, the moment he got his leg free he kicked onto the mast -Shhtllpth- which had the reverse of his desired outcome. 
	“MMamf, at least rats are intelligent, you are just a worms mindlessly prodding for a way out, Mmff, quick tip, nuthead, that place usually is an exit, but for you, mmfms, we can make an exception,” Arezou mused, humping into the wall, her shaft extending to guzzle down Sosimo's legs, suctioning into the depths of her mwat… the member rose, sandwiched against the wall with Sosimo by the belly, contorting and malforminng, continuously growing as the bulk of Tabia from Arezou's intestines joined in on the fun. 
	“S-stop p-pls thsa, this wasn't what I came here for.” 
	“Oh' I'll make you come, alright, that shouldn't be your worry.” 
	“I’ll do anything, stop, please I can't, I'll give you all I own, I have contacts in the royal family, you could delight in rmgms ru-ruining the regal top at your every whim.” 
	Sosimo rambled off his whole offer in a matter of moments, so nerve riddled with fright, he hadn't noticed Arezou had halted. 
	“Even, the prince?” she savoured the word, for three seconds, by each one her mouth getting closer and closer to Sosimo's face, at the end of the syllable her lips parting and basking him in a sheen of translucent drool, gumming up his hair. 
	“Y-yes, yes.” 
	“What is the idiot do-.” Sigma started, but shadow was already gone. 
	A moment of weakness and hesitation, that's all he needed, there would be no shame in seeing Sosimo's actions as treason, yet Shadow knew him better. With blinding speed, he lunged at her back, dagger brandished. -Cllltnngh- The reverberation of metal, a dozen tuning forks chimed through the chamber, shadow's face contorted to an annoyed grimace. The metal embellishments, her tattoos, had rose to catch his dagger, and sprouted around his writs. Chained by his arm, Shadow could only wait, ain’t the background tone of the captured companions, as Arezou turned her head to meet him, 180 degrees, face plastered with a serene smile. 
	“Interrupting a conversation between a host and her guest,” -Ckrkktch- she tilted her head with a snap of vertebrates, “how inconsiderate.” With those words Shadow was launched back into the flow of treasure, recovering from the fall, yet watching as his dagger was cocooned by the metal, molten, and dragged down into her skin, extending the branching pattern of her tattoos even by another few cents. 
	“Though I do admire your adherence to the old proverb, the mace hurts, the axe wounds, the dagger kills…” Her head snapped back at the frightened Sosimo, her neck making a full revolution. “and you… I despise being interrupted,” She clasped her palm over his head, jamming him down, the fountain of gushing lust sprinkling out through the grasp between skin, cock and armour, “I am too close for that now, you'll just have to act as the prince, Phha, think I'd actually take your offer?” Arezou mused and slammed her gut into the wall, humping and kneading down over her stomach to smother shaft and mercenary alike. “That little bit of hope, that ounce of belief that you'd escape, amfms, ah I can feel it in your struggle, keep that up till you get to my balls and we’ll have a fresh batch of worm yogurt, freshly stirred.” 
	The pillar of meat rose around Sosimo, a snake guzzling down its meal, welling up over his chest, aided by Arezou's palm plummeting him into the pit. Till her fist laid ankle deep within, and Sosimo's arms flailed as a lively bouquet from the tip. “Oh you are gonna melt…” she savoured her words, hauling her stomach over to a pile in the ground, breathing through a chest piece to use as a funnel for her cock, ramming with renewed vigour. 
	Bloats and bumps shaped in the contours of Sosimo's frame emerged along the shaft, mast contorting with the human figure smashed down her lust canal. -Chhrglsl- -CHwnnggs- -Bmmpgh- Where sac swelled, marbles turned melons, melons turned to the width of shields as Sosimo sank into their embrace. Orbs pulsating with the elasticity of rubber. Arezou's moans joined the rhythm of Sosimo's cries, as the sound of bubbling tar filled the orbs, and their girth welled outwards like tough heaps of dough dropped on a counter, his face bloat surfaced, meat hugging around the features of his face, an indent of a mouth visible under the skin. 
	“Mmfa, mapfma, aawmmf, aaaa~” -Shcllrpth- Arezou's shaft tip’s bulb foamed with spunk, shivers travelling down the demon's frame, rattling sweat off of her metal markings. -PPRwwbbppprrrwth- Her rear gaped with a burst of colon gales flooding out her rear, smog thick as a furnace stack billowing out her rear to taint the air in a rusted tang of mushroom wine, burnt to coal in a cauldron of copper. 
	“That's Ingram…” 
	“Don't say that, Sigma, focus on the plan.” 
	“I will when you inform me of oourh…” 
	“Phhew… ooruch, oh you smelled that? Thought I was mmf,” -Spprrwetht- A stack of grease fog vacated the funnel of a rump, “thought I was imagining such a foetid stank. “Mmf, it is so relieving to rip a bassy bout after an orgasm, mm, this one is coming too early, could have just waited this I was done, mm, inconsiderate worms,” she gruffed, her voice intimidating, yet carrying an undertone of pleasure whilst she fiddled with her engorged abdomen, resting upon the chock full cum sack. 


”S-shadow,” Mikil crawled up to Sigma and Shadow. “This is insane.” 
	Shadow sighed. 
	“Tell me about it, just stay close, I promised my sponsor to complete this mission, and I won't fail any of-, Sigma stop tapping my shoulder.” 
	“Mikil's gone.” Shadow turned back, Sigma was right. 
	As Shadow Spoke, a hand had erupted from the amassing coins behind Mikil, clutched her, and hauled her back through the floor. 
	“Gotcha,” Arezou curted, and grasped the girl's head with both palms, squeezing her cheeks. “you are just the little spunk dumpster I was looking for,” she proclaimed and sat back into a pile of treasure, introducing Mikil's head with her crotch's snake, shifting and pinning her in place against the thick meat, until Mikil had to open her mouth for a breath of air. 
	“Easy as pie, thieves at least have skills, you are just scurrying away like a rat.” 
	Mikil quivered, seeing Arezou's palm over her head, shouting around the shaft the demon pegged into her maw, until it all turned black… 
	Vision returned. Feeling was subsidised, sensation from her face limited to her mouth. She struggled, grappling at the shaft,  reeling at the feeling of touching slimy, pulsating veins. A circumference of numbness travelled down her body, making her gleam of silver. 
	“Get a good grip, fight back, smmfsm is all you'll be good for, rat or not, you'll be sturdy when I'm done.” Arezou hummed. Mikil felt her body mangled, inflated by the bale of meat forced down her throat, except her throat disappeared, and soon her stomach, just this light sensation of her frame clasping in against the meat, tighter in every thrust. Her arms folded back, cause by the numbness her screams a warbled, gurgle mess of pre and sauce stuffed cheeks. Arezou gripped the rim of her face… and pulled her down, dragging her talon the meter worth of cock flesh, stretching Mikil to the base of her mast, she felt all of her being caught by the silver gleaming tensile and liquid in density, but once the orbit of the transformation had claimed her knees, there her options for resistance, grew non-resistance. 
	“Is she really… S-shadow, why are you watching this?” Sigma called out. 
	Shadow stared, sweating, at the body of Mikil, thinned and reduced down to a layer of translucence plastic, wrapped around the demon's shaft. Her hair and auburn hue shading the human sized condom, her eyes still clear, the front of the condom jammed in the damp crotch of the demon, and the silvery beam crawling over her feet creating a thin plastic tent at the apex of the rubber… the further the transformation went, the harder Arezou's romp. Clutching the rubber and kneading along it, gumming it up against her shaft, massaging and jerking her meat with the rattling frame of the condom mercenary, all as her sack inflated, pumped, pulsated… 
	“Ommgs, oh it is mfms, coming, just as promised. Mmmits coming…” 
	-Bhuraaaapup-. Her maw parted wide, rattling at the flow of guttural exhaust, as a spit soaked pair of leggings flung from her throat, lodging itself at her fangs, she moaned around the fabric. “Mmmt, that too~.” She mused and laid back with an elongated moan. Her shaft rattling and quaking with lust, undulating orbs funnelling a torrent of pale cock mucus to blast into Mikil. The spunk a cold grey, liquid cement escaping in a billowing flow of glue. 
	“Mamfa mampawh.” Arezou cooed and cradled her balls, hugging around her stomach and feeling the struggle well up at the release. Her shaft bobbing as a fishing pole and tending at the top, engorged in the flow of spunk, Shadow witnessing his companion molten into the desaturated slurry of nut-sludge. -Chhrnnngth- The condom warped, welling with the load, weighing down into a drop the size of an armchair, and the bloats of cum only kept funnelling through the mast, distancing condom and shock alike as it drained down the bag of grey sludge. The hue of Mikil's skin and armours grew more visible against the grey backdrop of bile, and a whimper was heard muffled from the demons fat, all as Arezou massaged her bountiful orbs and hugged her cock with her thighs, dispensing the molten bile of Sosimo into the couch wide condom. 


~ 2 ~


“Phaa, pooohfmm, mmaa,” Arezou grunted as she peeled off the rubber, hoisting it up to inspect the volume. Mikil still gave off wet grunts, bubbling with exhaustion at being bloated twice as wide as the demon's torso. “You have some cutesy,” Arezou scoffed, and lobbed the gelatine stuffed balloon into a pit opening in the coin flow, “It is proper to bring your host a gift, after all. Despite the gift being consumable, and in the end… fancy trash.”