A Sorcerer’s new pet – Chapter 14 – Realizations – [M+F+] [NC] [Humil] [Magic] [Fantasy] [Edging]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogs3ss/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_1_rescued_mf_nc_humil/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oh67sk/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_2_trained_ff_nc_humil/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ohojx2/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_3_tormented_mf_nc/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oinxmh/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_4_conditioned_mf_nc/)

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojttrw/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_5_tempted_mf_nc_humil/)

[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oli6df/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_6_mocked_mf_nc_humil/)

[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/opjrh2/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_7_unleashed_mf_nc/)

[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/orflao/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_8_cowered_mf_nc_humil/)

[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/otvvvx/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_9_cornered_mf_nc/)

[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ovnq14/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_10_inflamed_mf_nc/)

[Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/owph5a/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_11_gods_and_demons_mf/)

[Chapter 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oxp2cf/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_12_unravelled_mf_nc/)

[Chapter 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ozsus4/a_sorcerers_new_pet_chapter_13_kyrie_eleison_mf/)

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I grunt as I release thick ropes of seed into the shivering, warm body of my latest acquisition. Peach Blossom was a surprise. I had expected Ashtaroth to turn her into a broken mess, and while He has done precisely that, she is way more useful to me than anticipated.

The Demon’s knowledge of souls is phenomenal. He has removed Lyra from the girl’s thoughts by replacing the concept of Her divinity with mine. I didn’t even think it possible to achieve something like that, but He has pulled it off in less than a day.

There’s always a taller mountain and always a wider sky.

I flex my hands and feel the Spark of Divinity circling throughout my body. I did it. I am a God now. Diana and Jade have also received one — Asmodeus has a collection of those: all that remains of the Old Gods — and Elzor is about to evolve in a full-blown Demon. Our little cabal has done very well for itself, with the top four members reaching the ranks of deities.

But the risk has been enormous, and I was a step away from losing it all twice in the same night. That is two times too many, and I plan to get to the bottom of this.

I know there are players out there that are against our rise. This notion is hardly a surprise. With Asmodeus having a monopoly on Ascension, the world has become a twisted zero-sum game where players fight for His approval. Every advantage someone earns, they obtain it by stealing it from someone else. And we have accumulated more than our fair share of bitter enemies during the years.

That said, nobody should have had enough inside information to mess up our plan like that. Seymour knew everything in advance and has gone as far as to sell himself to Luna for a chance at offing me. That bastard almost managed to send me to the Hells just as I was about to escape their clutches.

Thankfully I had Daisy ready to go, or I wouldn’t have survived. The strongest of my pets is toying with Ivy, who is in the process of being retrained from scratch. Lily is whimpering in the corner instead, still reeling after I took out some of my frustration on her.

It’s easy to forget she’s not the True Lily anymore; she would have never let me down like this. Most of her soul is still being tormented in the Hells since her father has killed her before I could collect it in full.

I plan to bring her back now that I am a God, but I have to be careful. We might have achieved divinity, but we are still weak compared to some of the monsters that prowl The Hells. We have attracted a lot of unwanted attention, and if Daisy hadn’t healed my wounds, I would have projected weakness when summoned by Asmodeus.

Just thinking about the Father of Lies makes me shiver. Talking to Him was like staring down a raging river of pure malice and dread. Few mortals could brag about meeting the Lord of the Hells and live to tell the tale. Despite being prepared for the idea, It was hard to avoid making mistakes in front of Him. Any show of weakness would be punished with death, or worse, a spot in His torture chambers.

Peach collapses to the ground, overwhelmed by the endless climaxes that she has experienced. Every time she comes, a small fragment of her soul transforms into Faith that I can absorb.

Contrary to Mana, Faith is not expendable but rather a fixed quantity. If you have enough Faith to summon a Divine Fireball, for example, you can cast them endlessly, as long as you are not creating more than one at the same time. Faith never gets expended, but it is very hard to train and raise.

This peculiar behavior is because Faith is based on Sacrifice.

It’s not a coincidence that all major Gods and Demons required sacrifices of their followers. When a mortal sacrifices something to a being that holds a spark of divinity, a minuscule part of their Mana is refined into Faith — a more stable form of energy that replenishes itself over time — and is absorbed by the entity in question. As far as I know, this is the only existing phenomenon that breaks the alchemical rule of energy conversion, thus explaining why Gods and Demons are the only beings able to create something out of nothing.

What the Lust Demon did to Tamara is thus sensational. Every time the girl orgasms, she is offering it to me as a form of prayer. I have no idea how complex it must be to imbue sexual pleasure with theological devotion. But if someone could do it, it makes sense for them to be the Demon of Lust. He turns every single one of His servants into a fervent believer by making the act of praying to Him the most pleasurable activity possible.

By turning people into Cumslaves like Peach, one could accumulate Faith just by stimulating their bodies. The fact that Peach’s body can cum at a moment’s notice means that I will have a headstart compared to my enemy’s expectations in terms of how much Faith I accumulate. I loathe owing favors, but I must admit that Ashtaroth has done me a solid here. I will have to pay him back in the future.

I turn towards Daisy, who is still toying with Ivy.

“Bring Ivy and Lily to the master bedroom.”

“Yes, Master.”

Her reply is playful. She is in a great mood. She knows she did well, and for this reason, I will reward her with more power. Out of all my pets, she is the only one that has never disappointed me, always staying true to her Zenith. We have planned, schemed, and fought for years to get where we are, and our bond is unbreakable. After I am done with her, she will be strong enough to come with me to bargain for Lily’s soul. Then, once she is back with us, I will have four out of five of my Angels ready.

The three girls walked to the room in various states of submission. Diana was sauntering, dragging Ivy by pulling on her leash. Lily had started crawling as well, but I grab her by the hair and drag her. My physical strength has improved tremendously, and I have to reinforce her body to avoid ripping her hair off.

Lily whimpers but knows she has to endure. Her actions have earned her a world of punishment at my hands, and I will be relentless in imparting it. It will be a long while before she regains her position — unless she manages to prove her worth somehow.

To betray my trust at such a pivotal moment is an unforgivable offense.

Once we arrive in the bedroom, I place Lily on a comfortable recliner. I focus my power and reach for the newfound connection Asmodeus has granted me. A black, inky portal opens, and I summon a fiend to do my bidding. A slimy mass of slithering black tentacles emerges from the gaping hole in the fabric of reality.

Ivy yelps and hides behind Daisy as the Sword Maiden cackles in amusement. Lily whimpers pathetically, knowing I have summoned this creature specifically for her.

The fiend is so black that it’s impossible to distinguish its shape. All the light is absorbed without leaving a single trace behind. This phenomenon produces the optical illusion of a writhing hole in our perception. The monster slithers towards me, awaiting its commands. I can feel its eagerness to please warring with its endless hunger.

“Terrorlust, I command you. Feast upon this worthless excuse for a servant, and teach her the price of disobeying me.”

I lie on the bed as the fiend slithers pounces on the Remnant. She is begging and screaming for me to forgive her, but I ignore her. If I tolerate this slight from my slaves, how can I even think about facing the other Demons in the struggles to come?

Daisy is quick to stack all the pillows against the head of the bed, so that I can lean against them, remaining partly upright. She removes my clothes slowly as I watch the fiend begin its work. Ivy is paralyzed in fear and has not moved from the side of the bed, where she is watching the Remnant, horrified.

“No! NOO! Please! Master! T-This cunt is sorry, Master. It will never happen again, I swear! Everything but not this!”

Lily has previous experience with this sort of creature. Elzor uses them to break the ice when facing a new victim. I have chosen it specifically because of the trauma associated with it. If she doesn’t face her nightmares, she will fail me again. I have made a mistake in letting Elzor be such an influence on her thoughts.

What happened during the time she spent with the Archdevil has never really been clear to me. Every time I have asked her about it, she has broken down in tears and has experienced a massive panic attack, regardless of my instructions.

She carries deep Soul Trauma associated with the experience. But I have never stopped to ponder if there might be something more hiding beneath that surface.

It was stupid of me, I realize. How could I leave such a blind spot in the soul of one of my closest subordinates? It’s a rookie mistake, honestly, and something I am going to fix tonight.

“Make her suffer, Master. I want to see her scream.”

Giggling, Daisy grabs Ivy by the hair and pulls her on the bed, removing her ball gag in the process.

“Listen to me, you little shit. I don’t give a fuck if you are terrified of that thing. You are going to suck your Master’s cock as if your worthless life depends on it because it does. If you don’t earn a fucking ten out of ten from him, I am going to feed you to Terrorlust myself.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress!”

Ivy jumps at Daisy’s commands and throws herself on my cock. She forces herself to accept my whole length, fighting against her gag reflex. I could make it so that she loses it completely, but I am not in a good mood today, and I still need to think about how to punish her.

I push her head down further and keep it there for a few seconds as she struggles for air. In the meantime, the fiend has reached Lily’s body. The Remnant is sobbing but does not try to escape. She knows that monsters become way crueler when their victim tries to run from them.

As black, slimy tentacles wrap themselves around Lily, I keep a close eye on her soul for any irregularities. Despite her fear of ending up in The Hells, my control over her should have been sufficient. The Soul Brand in her core was there to keep her from disobeying me.

Something strange is going on, and I take a look at what’s left of her core with meticulous eyes. I barely register Ivy doing a stellar job spurred by Daisy’s threats as I prod and tinker with Lily’s soul. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but something feels off.

“HMMM-GHHHghhh.”

I observe as Lily struggles in the fiend’s embrace. Every single hole in her body is being prodded, penetrated, and coated in the monster’s aphrodisiac fluid. Terrorlusts have the unique ability to secern a drug that makes fear indistinguishable from pleasure. The more the victim is aroused, the more they are scared, and the opposite is also true. This is the reason why Archdevils like Elzor like to employ them before torturing their victims. It’s very easy to corrupt someone when they find themselves aroused by their anguish.

It is then that it strikes me. Why was Lily not aroused by the Archdevil when he came to visit me? I could feel her terror through our connection, but she wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. An egomaniac like him would never allow for this to happen, especially if that victim belonged to someone else.

I fully expect him to get a kick out of someone else’s pet thinking about him from time to time with lust and desire. That’s exactly the kind of thing that Devils thrive on, so why is there no trace of that in Lily’s soul?

A horrible suspicion growing in my mind, I close my eyes and decide to scour Lily’s Remnant, knowing what to look for this time, hoping to find something that will disprove my theory.

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Ivy fought against her gag reflex as her Master pushed her head down on his cock and kept it there. She could feel his whole length reaching down her throat, which made her feel like a glorified fleshlight at that moment. He wasn’t even paying attention to her, despite her efforts to give him the best blowjob of his life, but Ivy knew he would not be the one to judge her.

She could feel Daisy’s gaze trained upon her. Her new Mistress was way worse than Lily had been. She was more ruthless, crueler, and more demanding than the Remnant had ever been. When Ivy would pass out from exhaustion, Lily would let her rest for a few minutes. Daisy would kick her in the stomach or pull her by the hair until she did what she was told.

The worst part was that Daisy never lost her composure and could do the worst things without losing her cheerful attitude. Just hearing her voice filled Ivy with a sense of inescapable dread.

The mage needed her Mistress’ approval if she wanted to avoid being fed to the fiend that was ravaging Lily. She was glad her Master’s crotch filled her vision because looking at the creature her Master had named Terrorlust made her want to crawl into the earth and hide like a worm.

It was a nightmare made real, and Ivy could not remove the image of its slithering tentacles absorbing all light as they writhed around Lily’s delicate body. It looked like it was about to dismember her or rape her. Possibly both.

She was let free by her Master and stopped for a single second to catch her breath. She fought back against her need to throw up and resumed her efforts by slobbering on her Master’s cock before worshipping his whole length with her tongue. She would not let herself fail. Not this time.

Lily’s screams had now died down, turning into muffled whimpers. The creature was probably fucking her in every hole, impressing its Master’s wrath on her delicate body.

Ivy couldn’t help but think that the bitch deserved everything that was coming to her, but at the same time, she knew her Master would punish her as well soon. She had invaded his memories, and in doing so she had put him in danger. It was only a matter of time before he made her pay the price for her actions.

Ivy buried her Master’s cock in her mouth again, praying for her Master to cum down her throat. Ivy still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that he was a God now, but she could feel a sense of innate superiority emanating from him. He looked the same as before his Ascension, but at the same time he gave off an air of impossible perfection.

She felt like worthless trash next to him, and even his cock tasted like Heaven. Every time she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, she could feel her whole body tingle with unfulfilled desire, making her tail wag like crazy as she struggled to maintain her position.

Her arms and legs were still locked into her pet restraints, forcing her to keep her balance on her knees and elbows only. She could only use her head to make her Master cum, and her whole body was in pain after spending the whole day like this. Nothing of that mattered, though. The only thing that existed was His cock: the key to her survival.

“Good job, little fuckpet. Maybe I should ask Master to keep his little monster around to keep you motivated. Look how greedy you are, sucking on His cock like a good girl.”

Daisy was lying on the bed next to their Master, who had wrapped an arm around her. She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest before grabbing a fistful of Ivy’s hair and taking control of her rhythm. Her cruel Mistress spent the next five minutes trying her best to make Ivy choke on her Master’s cock, but she endured her game and focused on not passing out from asphyxiation. Her Master did not seem to be participating, despite his cock being so hard.

His gaze was unfocused as if he was busy looking at something else, and he didn’t seem to be close to cumming despite her best efforts.

“Don’t worry. Master has better things to think about than feeding his cum to a needy bitch in heat like you. He will snap out of it in an hour or so, so you better make sure you keep his cock wet and warm until he does.”

Ivy acknowledged her Mistress’ orders with a whimper that was drowned out by Lily’s pitiful sounds. Ivy had thought that she could make her Master come quickly and avoid part of her punishment if she gave it her all. But now, she realized her Mistress had tricked her into doing her absolute best so that today’s performance could be the standard against which she would compare Ivy from now on.

There was no use in complaining. All the mage could do was to keep trying as hard as she could. If before she had always cultivated the idea of escaping, now she knew this was an impossible dream. Her Master was a God now, and humans could only grovel and beg when confronted with one.

He would hunt her to the end of the world if she were to betray him like that, so the only choice she had left was to accept her new life and be the best fuckpet she could.

Her tail wagging with renewed determination, Ivy kept worshipping her Master cock, until every other thought began to melt away. Somewhere, deep inside her, droplets of Mana slowly turned into a higher form of energy, slowly drifting from her body to His.

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