Demon Queen (Top Tier Reward Commission Story)

This one is very NSFW and has strong themes. You have been warned

Demon Queen

The lazy summer sun beams down on Theo’s face as he walks up the dusty drive. He looks at Rowan's house, just off in the distance, and wipes the sweat from his brow.

Rowan had called only twenty minutes ago, desperate for him to come over. All Theo could think as he walked in the mid-day sun was that it better be worth it.

Theo looks down at the messages on his phone as he passes the front gate, and he’s left confused by Rowan’s cryptic messages. Something about solving their girl problems.

Theo’s mind instantly goes to blow up dolls of some kind. Not something that they could really take to the summer dance. Not something either of them could claim to have lost the V plates with either!

Theo steps up on the porch of the old house and knocks hard on the door. No one answers and he’s left frustrated. Although it does make sense Rowan’s family would be a work during the day, Theo knocks again hard and calls out his name,

Still not answer, but Theo’s phone buzzes in his pocket.

It’s another message from Rowan. He explains that he’s around the back of the sheds, behind the house.

Theo knows exactly where he means. It’s where the two of them used to hang out there a lot when they where younger, almost like their very own hideout or den. Walking around the house, he walks quickly, desperate for shade from the sun beating down.

Turning the corner around the shed, Theo sees Rowan standing in the middle of the grass, staring down at the floor. He has a large leatherbound book in hand and seems to be concentrating hard.

“Rowan….,” Theo greets, shielding his eyes from the sun.

“About time!” Rowan grumbles, giving Theo a quick glance.

Approaching him, Theo sees that the grass around Rowan’s feet has been painted. He’s crudely drawn in the grass with red paint, some sort of pictogram. Theo rolls his eyes and sighs before asking.

“What are you doing?” he chuckles, knowing Rowan’s onto another hair-brained scheme that will likely get them in trouble.

Rowan grins and points confidently in Theo’s direction.

“Don’t wanna be a loser anymore?” Rowan asks with haste. “Do you want a girl to take to the dance?” Rowan asks, quick fire. “Not only a girl—do you wanna take the girl of our dreams!?”

Looking at the dumb smile on Rowan’s face, Theo lets out a much longer sigh.

“Dude,” he grumbles, brushing the sweat from his forehead. “We know all the girls in this town. None of them have big tits, tiny waists, or the big booty we are looking for. They’re all country girls. Not one of them has jet-black hair and piercings either!”

Rowan just stares at Theo with a dorky smile and a nodding head.

“So, you can keep whatever idea you’ve had,” Theo continues, shaking his head. “You can keep it and I don’t want any part. Okay…?”

Undeterred, Rowan holds open the leatherbound book in his hand and rests it on open on his forearm. Running his index finger down the page, a wide, smug grin forms across his face

“Big tits, check,” Rowan says. “Tiny waist, check. Junk in the trunk, check. Bad girl attitude, check.”

Rowan then looks up from the book. “It’s all here, Theo. We’ve just gotta follow the ritual to the letter.”

Theo steps closer to look at the book in his arm. It’s very old and dusty-looking. The pages are worn, and the lettering looks handwritten. It looks hundreds of years old.

“What?” Theo asks, bemused by the whole situation. “What are you talking about? Where did you get this book and why are you talking about rituals? Did you not get enough of the occult when we did that wee gee board.”

Rowan clicks his finger and points at Theo. “Full metal alchemist,” he says.

Theo raises an eyebrow.

“I know you’ve seen that anime,” Rowan continues. “It’s like that. We make an offering of equal amount, and we will receive what we desire in return.”

“That’s an anime, bro,” Theo gripes, allowing his shoulders to sag thinking about the walk home and how much of a waste of time it was to come over.

“No, it’s real,” Rowan declares, looking down at the symbols he’s painted into the grass. “I’ve already tried a small ritual. This is going to work—I know it!”

“What’s going to work?” Theo asks, humoring his best friend. 

Rowan grins wide that Theo is playing ball and shows him a picture of a very elegant and sexy lady drawn in the book. Although it’s crudely drawn in pen, Theo can’t help but agree that the girl in the book is exactly the sort of woman they both desire.

Very curvy. Very alternative. Powerful and sexy with long following back hair. The sorta of woman that sends the writer of this story very seductive images on discord. What a fox. :P

“Her,” Rowan taps the picture with excitement. “I think we can summon two of this woman, and we can take them both to the dance.” He then slides his finger down to some text below the image. “It says this woman is a sexual demon. All requests have to be accepted. That’s fucking awesome, right!? All requests have to be accepted—meaning she’ll do anything we ask!”

Theo looks back and forward between the notes on the page and Rowan’s dumb-looking smile several times. If it is true and if it actually works, both of their dreams will come true. They will have a girl to take to the dance, and she won’t be able to say no to their deepest desires.

“Are you sure about this?” Theo asks, coming around to the idea. “I mean, what do we need to gather to ‘summon’ this woman?”

Rowan slaps the book shut and starts to chuckle like a mad scientist. He points at the shed for Theo to look inside.

Peeking his head into the large, very dark shed, Rowan looks at large canvas bags and other small crates. Holding the shed doorway, he leans back to look in Theo’s direction, who is still standing in the pentagram.

“What is this stuff?” Theo asks, a little scared about how prepared Rowan is. He clearly means business with this idea. Maybe it really does work…

“It’s all the ingredients,” he explains, giving Rowan a thumbs up.

“Eh?” Theo scrunches his face in confusion.

“To make a human,” Rowan replies sarcastically. “That’s what we are going to be offering in return for this woman.”

Theo looks back at the stash Rowan has gathered. He can’t help but feel it’s not enough. Stepping back into the midday sun, Theo covers his eyes once again and walks toward Rowan with more questions.

“Is that really enough to conjure a person?” Theo asks in disbelief. “Don’t you need like….,” he rolls the thought around his head for a moment. “…like a soul or something? Surely just some water and other stuff isn’t enough to actually make a walking, talking fox of a woman?”

“A soul…?” Rowan scoffs. “I didn’t think you brought into all that. Has your dad finally got to you about heaven and hell and all malarkey?”

Theo goes a little red. He does believe that everyone has a soul, but he doesn’t want to seem uncool in front of his friend, so he just shrugs it off.

“Good,” Rowan says, reopening the book onto his arm. “Shall we get started then? Says we need to place enough of the ingredients into this pentagram, and then I need to incite the correct words to start the ritual.”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“Dude,” Rowan tilts his head and gives a dopey look. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”

“Yes,” Theo answers honestly. “Do I have to remind you of the time I got caught in the bra and underwear section at Walmart? I almost caused an intentional incident!”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Rowan replies, focusing on the book on his arm. “It’s not my fault you decided to put one of those bras against your chest just as the group of Girl Scouts turned the corner to see you!”

Stunned that Rowan still won’t take responsibility for putting him in that position, Theo’s mouth falls open. “You told me to put it on!” he squeaks.

“You’re fault. Think for yourself for once, dude. You don’t have to do everything I tell you!”

“I know!” Theo squeaks again, trying to prove his point. “I shouldn’t.”

“Anyways…,” Rowan waves off his protests. “Help me gather everything we need. I wanna get to know my new queen before I rock her world after the dance.” Rowan raises his eyebrows seductively several times and grins. “If you catch my meaning….”

“O-kay….”

The two boys separate the ingredients out for two summons. The sun blasts them both and it’s very hard work, but eventually, everything is ready. Theo stands just out of the circle, beside the remaining ingredients for the second summoning and watches Rowan with interest.

He really doesn’t think it’s going to work, but he’s secretly hoping it will. It would be amazing to finally have a girlfriend. It would be amazing to not have to spend all day every day with Rowan.

Rowan looks into his book and the sweat on his face rolls down his chin.

“Ready,” he asks.

“Ready,” Theo replies.

“Sexy new girlfriends…here we come,” Rowan laughs and looks up briefly. “First thing I’m going to have her do is suck me off. What about you?”

Theo frowns at his friend. “Keep it in your pants, dude and concentrate.”

Rowan chuckles to himself as he looks back at the book on his arm. “She’s going to gag so hard,” he mutters to himself. “Then I’m going to give her anal to assert my dominance.”

“Dude…,” Theo sighs. “Do you need to masturbate before we do this?”

“Nah, did that before you got here,” Rowan replies flippantly. “Do you?”

“No. Just get on with it.”

Rowan begins to speak, and at first, everything is normal. However, quickly the wind starts to pick up and dark stormy clouds start to form above them. The sky was clear blue but now looks angry enough to storm in just their location.

Shivering from the biting cloud, Theo folds his arms and watches on in amazement as Rowan’s eyes begin to glow a dark but brilliant shade of red. It’s almost like he’s bleeding from the eyes.

“Rowan!?” Theo shouts over the sound of the howling wind. “Are you okay!? This is properly freaking me out!”

Rowan doesn’t answer. He appears frozen but for the incantations following rhythmically from his mouth. The pentagram around him begins to glow and it’s at this point that Theo gets worried.

“We shouldn’t be messing with this stuff!?” he cries out. However, Rowan doesn’t answer. He just stares vacantly.

Worried for his friend, Theo knows he has to stop the ritual. He can now see the same glowing red pouring from Rowan’s mouth. If it is blood, he’s going to bleed out, and Theo can’t just stand there and watch his friend die.

Having made the choice to tackle him to the ground, Theo attempts to move but finds himself frozen to the spot. He can’t move a single muscle and that same red glow is pooling around his feet. It’s terrifying for him to watch as the blood-like substance surrounds him.

“What the!?” he screams, watching the red flows up his legs and around the second pile of ingredients.

Almost completely numb, Theo can feel his body contorting and twisting with every second that passes. He hears the snapping of bones and the squelching of flesh but can’t feel a thing.

He doesn’t know if it’s his body that’s making all those vile noises or if the woman is being formed around him. He can’t move his head to check.

Eventually, the red glow moves up to his neck and smothers his face. His heart beats wildly in his chest as his final thoughts assume that he’s dying.

Everything turns to black, and he’s lost in a void. He feels alone and scared. Not a single sense is working, but he’s fully aware of what’s happening. He tries his best to scream out for help, but his body no longer feels like his own.

He can’t shake the feeling that something very vile is taking over his body, like a virus or a plague.

As that feeling of dread takes hold, his vision snaps back and the sunshine of a summer’s afternoon stings his eyes. He’s completely spaced out, only able to think of that vile thing defiling his soul and every inch of his body.

As his eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun, his fingers and toes begin to tingle. Slowly, the feeling in his body starts to return and he’s left standing in the same place, staring at his friend from what appears to be a different vantage point.

He’s taller somehow and his back hurts.

“R-Rowan…,” Theo splutters as his voice struggles to work. It sounds softer and it causes Theo to cough and try and clear his throat. “R-Rowan…,” he repeats, unable to shake how high-pitched he sounds.

Rowan, still standing in place with the book on his arm, says nothing. He appears to still be in a trance. Theo is very relieved to see that he no longer looks like he’s bleeding from his mouth and eyes.

That’s when something gently tickles Theo on the back, and he almost freaks out. Jumping and spinning on the spot, Theo’s entire body shakes and jiggles in ways he’s never experienced.

Feeling alien in his own body, he slowly looks down to see two massive breasts bouncing on his chest. He freaks out and screams! “BREASTS!?”

Having been awoken from his trance by Theo’s screams, Rowan looks in his direction. “Did it…?” he mumbles to himself. “Did it work?”

Theo, starting to shake like a leaf, hovers his long and dainty fingers at the breasts barely supported on his chest. If he wasn’t confused by the flesh mounds that shouldn’t be there, he’s even more concerned by the long, bright red nails at the end of each finger.

“What the!?” he screams, studying them. They aren’t his hands at all. They are a woman’s hands.

“Wow!” Rowan laughs in celebration. “Theo! Get over here now. It’s totally worked! Look, we’ve summoned her!”

Theo looks around and a swarm of glossy, lush black hair falls into his eyes. With his long nails, he tries desperately to swipe the hair from his eyes but fails and gets into a real muddle.

“Dude!” Rowan shouts out, gushing with excitement. “Where are you. The woman is fucking hot. Her ass is massive and can’t wait to fuck it!”

Having cleared the hair from his eyes enough to see, Theo looks at Rowan and sees the lust in his eyes. He’s looking at him like he’s a piece of meat that he can’t wait to bend over.

“Theo!?” Rowan shouts again. “Where are you!?”

Theo looks down at his body and gasps. He’s becoming the sexy woman in the image. Clearly, a soul was needed, and he stood close enough to the other ingredients to become part of the ritual and his body has been entirely transformed.

His body, almost comically curvy, is barely covered by a leather-like dress. He has massive high heels on his feet. Fishnet stockings, straps, and belts cover his legs. A tiny, pleated skirt around his privates and a tight corset clings to his body, allowing the top of each massive breast to peer out over.

Along his arms are the same fishnets, and around his next is a collar with a collection of keys that hang from it. His body feels heavy and cumbersome, but one part of him feels flat and neat, not like normal at all for a boy his age.

As his friend watches on in amazement, Theo bends his arms around his curves and up his mini skirt. He touches the soft lacy material of his underwear but can’t find his penis at all. As he touches one of his moist and sensitive vagina lips, he squeals out in agony. “It’s gone!”

“That’s it, baby,” Rowan laughs, reacting to Theo touching his vagina in front of him. “Are you ready for some Mclovin!”

“It’s me!” Theo whines, opening out his arms to show Rowan his body. “You’ve transformed me into the girl, dude!?”

Expecting Rowan to at least react to that news, he doesn’t. His tongue just falls from his mouth, and as he approaches with his hands directed at Theo’s boobs, he starts drooling.

“Dude,” Theo says again, his voice very high-pitched and feminine. “Please, it’s me.”

“I’m going to fuck you raw,” Rowan grins, grabbing at his cock. “Your tight little ass I going to make me a man, sweetheart!”

Theo steps back and almost falls over, thanks to his massive black heels. Steadying himself by grabbing onto the nearby wall of the shed, Theo knows he won’t be able to run away with his new body. He can’t barely even stand.

“Woman,” Rowan demands, “Bend over.”

Theo gulps hard and forces his supple thighs together to hide his new vagina from him. However, as the shame of his large thighs protecting his new womanhood sinks in, Theo hears a voice in his head speak.

It’s the same voice as how he now sounds.

“Hunny…,” it says softly, almost like it’s caressing his mind. “You are now a succubus.”

“Who are you,” Theo thinks internally, replying to the voice.

“I am you,” she replies. “And you are me.”

“What!?” he thinks.

“We are the sex demon. No one can resist our charms, and no one can say no to our demands.”

Theo, watching Rowan drop his pants to expose his throbbing erection, squeals. He can’t bear to think his best friend wants to use that thing with him. He doesn’t want to experience penetration from the woman’s point of view before experiencing penetrating a lady for himself.

He couldn’t bear that shame and his new body only makes that worse. He can stop his fat ass and tits from jiggling every time he moves.

“No one can say no to our demands,” the voice repeats.

“He’s going to try and have sex with me,” Theo thinks, desperate for help.

“No one can say no to our demands,” the voice again repeats, getting quieter as it echoes in Theo’s mind.

“What does that mean!?”

“We are the sex demon…,” the voice replies, now almost silent. “No one can say no to our demands.”

Theo looks into Rowan’s lust-filled eyes and starts getting desperate. Rowan has hold of his cock and is pumping it as she slowly approaches. No way is that going in my ass, Theo thinks and stands up straight.”

“Rowan,” Theo commands, trying his best to sound dominant with such a musical voice. “Stop.”

To his surprise, Rowan stops but continues jerking himself off with dribble running down his chin. “Anal, baby…?” he mumbles in a lust-filled stupor.

“Anal?” Theo replies, disgusted at the idea of being his best friend’s sexual desires.

Rowan nods and unexpectedly turns his body to face the shed. Pressing his hands up against the wooden wall, Rowan leans against it and presents his backside towards Theo. He looks over his shoulder, waiting for his ass to be filled.

“Yes, demon queen,” Rowan dribbles, wiggling his naked ass like he wants Theo to spank it.

“Anal?” Theo repeats, confused as to why Rowan is acting so strange.

“Yes, Queen,” Rowan replies, spreading his legs further apart.

Without thinking about it, Theo’s left-hand reaches into a small pouch attached to his corset. Seemingly a very small pocket—however, a massive strap on is pulled out and held in front of his face.

“What!?” Theo looks at the massive plastic cock in awe, being dangled into front of his eyes by his own misbehaving body

“Yes, Demon Queen!” Rowan squirms in anticipation. “Take my cheery, Queen!”

Still not in control of the hand holding the massive strap-on, it lifts his skirt and fastens the vain studded dildo to his panties. Theo can’t begin to comprehend what’s happening. A massive cock, that isn’t his real one hangs from his privates, and at the very moment, he can feel his new vagina dripping with excitement.

“We are the Demon Queen,” the voice repeats.

Theo’s out-of-control hand roughly grabs Rowan's side and digs its nails into his fleshy skin. He shrieks out in a mixture of pain and delight. “Fuck me hard, Demon Queen.”

Like he’s watching a porno from a very first-hand perspective, Theo’s other hand moves independently to guide the dildo close to Rowan’s virgin hole and probes.

“Yes!” Rowan screams, his legs shaking with anticipation.

“No one can resist our charms,” the voice says again in Theo’s head before fading away.

Still not in control, Theo's head looks down on its own and spits on the cock. As it dribbles from the tip and is pressed into Rowan’s little pink ring, Theo gasps at what’s happening in front of him. His body is possessed, but he can feel the sexual thrill of power.  

“Sorry, dude,” he says. “I’m not doing this.”

“Make me sorry,” Rowans screams in lust. “Make me scream!”

And just like that, Theo’s body slams the dildo hard into Rowan's tight little ass. Barely able to contain it, Rowan’s body quivers and he screams out in agony. However, this doesn’t stop Theo’s body from pounding his ass harder and harder with each in-and-out stroke. Every thrust is met with vigor—like the voice within wants to cut the boy in half.

“We are the Demon Queen,” the voice laughs as it slowly allows Theo to be back in control. “Fuck him and make him our slave!”

Now fully aware that he’s fucking his best friend, Theo can’t stop himself. He’s fully in control and loving it. Every nerve in his body is tingling with excitement. Even though he can’t feel the penis sliding in and out of Rowan’s stretching hole, he can feel his vagina screaming out with pleasure.

It makes him moan and grip Rowan harder with his long nails.

“I’m taking your virginity!” Theo laughs, smashing the Rowan’s behind with his dildo. “How does it feel to be my girl!?”

“I love it, Queen!!” he squeals. “I’m your bitch! Tell me what to do, and I will do it!”

“Who’s in charge now!?” Theo asks, watching his plastic cock reck his friend’s asshole.

“You are, Queen.”

“Yes,” Theo smiles, grabbing at a tit to feel how sensitive they are for the first time.

An explosion of pleasure wafts its way across Theo’s body. It starts from his head, and like a tidal wave, it finishes at his vagina. He cums like he’s never come before. It’s an explosion of juices and his panties are drenched. Juices dribble from his lips as he continues to thrust into and out of his best friend's asshole.

“Yes…..” Theo groans, intoxicated by the pleasure his new body is allowing him to experience. “This is incredible.” Theo speeds up and the shed wall shakes with every deep thrust into Rowan’s, weeping as crack. “ I could fuck you all day!”

“Please!” Rowan screams, howling in pain and pleasure. “Fuck me, Demon Queen. Fuck me until I bleed!”

Optional ending (if we want this story to continue)

Unable to quench his thirst for more, Theo’s body sweats and shakes with unadultary pleasures. He keeps fucking and fucking until he’s standing in a pool of his own juices. Eventually, the day turns to night, and they’ve Theo has been pounding his friend's ass for hours.

Rowan hadn’t said a word for a long time, and a few hours ago, Theo felt his body go entirely limp—like he’d fainted.

Forcing himself to stop, Theo takes control of his desires and slowly pulls the dildo from his friend's ass.

Covered in blood, Theo can’t stop himself from running his finger at the warm plastic cock and bringing some of the blood up to his mouth. He licks it and enjoys the taste of his friends suffering.

However, as Theo lets go of his sides, Rowan’s body falls to the floor like a sack of spuds. Confused, Theo looks down at the boy, and his face is completely blue.

Blood still spilling from his gape, Theo reaches down to check his pulse, and he can’t feel one.

Shock and terror fill his soul. He’s just fucked his friend to death….and enjoyed every moment of it.