Between Head & Heart [Staine x PZ]

[Pink.]

Frost kissed the leaves and grass that crunched underfoot of the petite girl strolling across the campus lawn. A trail of damp, darkened impressions of her Doc Marten's outlined her path behind her, the eldest near the dormitories already beginning to re-freeze. An oversized hoodie constantly threatened to fall off her slender left shoulder if not for the strap of her overstuffed backpack keeping it pinned in place. Brief glimpses of shoulder-length purple hair were revealed under the street lamps as the young witch found her way to the sidewalk. Her right hand lifted to tuck a periwinkle strand back into the abyss of her hood, shifting her shoulders to look left, and then right, before she found what she searched for. Making her way forward, the black shadow of sweater, leggings and Docs approached the '92 Buick Century wagon parked in the far corner.

Swinging her backpack off and using the momentum to haul it up onto the hood, a deft set of fingers reached into the bottomless pit of the front pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Unlocking the back door first, she hauled the equipment that nearly weighed as much as her person and thrust it into the bench backseat with a grunt. It was her first time, and she'd be remiss if she forgot any one thing that may end up useful. Giving herself a minute to fill her longs with frostbitten air, she expelled a cloud of breath into the dark night and glanced up at the moon above. She needed to get going. It was almost the moon's peak, and every good little witch knew that was the moment of ultimate power. The fact that it was also landing on the beginning of Samhain? Well. There was never a better time for her to dip her toes in the pool of possibility.

It had been a while since she'd started the aptly nicknamed Bulah, and it took several tries before the engine turned over. She felt the pressure of time pressing down on her shoulders as she tried for the fourth time to get the old girl to sputter to life again.

"C'mon, baby… I know you got it in you… One more time, girl, lets go," she whispered encouragingly to the automobile as it sputtered and spat, but finally it worked. The jumbled growl of the old engine sounding like a sweet purr to the elated witch. "Oh, you sweet Bulah," she murmured, running one hand over the dash as she adjusted the temperature settings to defrost, "You never let me down, old girl."

Twenty minutes later she was on the road with a semi-transparent half-circle at the bottom of her windshield she could duck her head down close to the steering wheel to see through. It was close enough, and she didn't have time to waste. The warehouse was a twenty minute drive away, it'd take at least thirty minutes to set up and draw the circle, and she needed to get the ceremony going in an hour or she'd miss her window. As she drove the windshield cleared, but it wasn't until she reached the warehouse that it was as clean and clear as crystal.

Hurriedly turning off the car and giving the old girl a pat on her steering wheel before she exited, she popped open the backdoor and snatched up her bag. Dragging it along the seat, she slid her arms through the straps and hoisted it up in a production of effort. With her bag in tow, she shut all of Bulah's doors, stuffed her keys into her hoodie pocket, and moved quickly toward the warehouse door. She'd discovered this place with a friend a few weeks ago. A would-be date with a boy from her Economics class that started with smoking a joint on Bulah's hood to making out in this same abandoned warehouse. She couldn't focus on her company as her mind wandered, eyes dancing around the space as he slathered his tongue over her throat like it was somehow erotic to be covered in THC-saturated saliva while he groped her breasts through her shirt, only to get tired of her lack of response. Blaming it on the weed, they parted ways, and Tzipora had been thinking of returning ever since.

Hunched forward under the weight of the bag, she made her way into the center of the lower level, particularly to a space she had previously cleared of debris from the sugar factory this place used to be. Dropping the bag onto the grimy floor as carefully as she could, she straightened herself back up and unzipped the sweater she wore and got to work. Sleek, toned arms reached into the backpack and pulled out a carefully folded tapestry of black velvet and placed it to the left of the pack before she began to unfurl the fabric. Where many witches still used chalk, salt, or paint to create their magic circles, Tzipora had created something far less wasteful. With great care, she had hand painted, enchanted, and sealed the tapestry with white pigment hand-created with crushed bone, ash, and lime. The design was one of her own making, blending the circles of power, light, and time into one image. Once the tapestry was flat upon the ground, Tzipora returned to the bag and reached in to finally disperse the heavy gems and crystals she had carefully wrapped for travel. Unveiling each stone, she placed them in their proper places, and then set up her candles.

The moonlight filtered down onto the magic circle in the process, granting the young witch enough visibility to finish the necessary preparation, and not a moment too soon. Feeling the precipice of power approaching, Tzipora did one final check of her circle and her artifacts before she inhaled deeply, slipped out of her Doc Martens, and placed one sock-covered foot just at outside edge of the circle after the other as she cast the spell of protection over herself and her surroundings. All magic would be confined to within the circle as long as she maintained its integrity.

Lifting her chin, she looked up at the moon through the broken glass roof above her head and outstretched her arms slowly, palms up that tingled with invisible energy as her mind's eye focused on the image and impression of her late great-grandmother.

"Hear these words, hear my cry," she started, eyes closing as she felt the power begin to swell in her chest; blooming slowly and expanding out through her slender shoulders and down through her slim waist.

"Spirit from the other side, come to me, I summon thee."

The power expanded down over her supple hips, traveling down the avenues of her long, slender legs until it began to pool in the tips of her toes. Her breasts pressed against the elastic fabric of her crop-top, eyes opening as the magic started to swirl within the barriers of her circle. To the mundane, Tzipora stood on the edge of a black sheet, arms out and head back, just changing some clever rhyme, but to those sensitive enough to feel, if not to see, she was fully charged. The moon bathed her in light, her skin bursting with static sparks of energy just above the surface, her fingertips enveloped in a silvery glow. Gray eyes began to shine with an eerie brilliance as her voice boomed with magical reinforcement, an enchanted breeze lifting and tugging at the ends of her hair and hems of her clothing. Just before she could finish the spell, a friend's well-meaning warning wormed into her ear, and disrupted her focus.

Be very careful, you can't falter for a second, or you won't have any choice of what answers your call.

"Cross now the great divide!"

The image of her ancestor faltered in her mind just as she completed the incantation, a bright tower light bursting from the center of the tapestry, crackling with otherworldly electricity. Tzipora's hands dropped and she took a startled step back, her plump lips parting in awe as she started to make out the faint outline of someone, or something beyond.

"... fuck."

That was not Nana Marie.

 

[Staine]

Tirrius sat upon his throne, forever bored of the monotony of the underworld, of his own private little hell. It was meant to be his own little world to govern, all demons of a certain level of importance to Lucifer were granted one and the souls to reside in it. Souls to torment, to work, provide sustenance...really whatever the lord of that world required, the souls provided, and with a certain number of fresh souls each day their worlds grew or diminished depending on what they did with them. Tirrius was wasteful....oh once upon a time millennia ago he had coveted those souls, visited his brothers and sisters in their worlds to barter and trade, he had taken pride in harnessing souls for their unique power and potential. Had he not been the first of demons to learn that the soul of an artist could be expended to add the most magnificent colour to anything it was applied to? A favourite dish, the walls of one's home, the light of the stars if you had enough of them. Had he not pioneered the expenditure of warrior's souls, infusing them into weaponry, providing legendary blades with a sharper edge than ever before? Souls of singers given to creatures of the sea to lure sailors to their doom, the souls of healers infused with those of harlots combined to make those little blue pills that the human world loved so much...Tirrius had been at the forefront of all of this at one time and more, innovative, excited, driven...but nothing ever really changed down there. His realm grew bigger, his name became known even to the nine circles and yet it meant nothing, the true hierarchy would never change and neither would his existence. He knew that now. It was ironic that the realm which benefited from all his innovations and manipulations was the one place he could never visit, the one he longed for...the human realm.

It wasn't just Tirrius, admittedly...but he had played more than his own part, he had taken on the work of so many others in his devotion to soulcraft and his dedication to changing humanity and what was his reward? To watch from afar, to hear of his creations from the lost souls that made it to his realm without ever bearing witness to that world? In the last couple of centuries he had dreamed of nothing more than to walk amongst them. Lesser demons, imps and other pests...they managed to slip through the cracks, to infest and infect, to possess...and one rare occasions perhaps one of his rank would be summoned but only briefly, to answer the questions of foolish mortals, to pose as Lucifer, to give praise for meagre sacrifices and pat the heads of those who worshipped their 'dark lord', as though Lucifer actually gave a damn what humans got up to. Even that he had never been lucky enough to be summoned for; literally thousands of demons shared his rank, he considered himself above the majority of them but that didn't matter, it was sheer luck as to whom was summoned...though recently he had come across a most splendid idea. Lost souls, those of mortals who had never managed to find their place in the world. Add a touch of politician and a dash of showman, both charismatic, the souls of those who drew others to them like moths to flame. Finally...the soul of a witch. Witches were curious beings, still practicing magic even as the world moved on, as their gods were forgotten they clung to nature and power as though it was something they had a right to...but it was a witch that was most likely to summon a demon, and that was what he had been counting on when he had used a touch of witch in his creation.

Now it pulsed, as it had for the better part of a century, high above his throne, waiting to latch on to any sign of weakness, any mistake in a summoning by a witch powerful enough to drag him along with it. A subtle change in the pulse made him open his eyes. "Oh?" The word reverberated through the room, the first sound heard there in days. It pulsed again, and there it was...like it was dragging the power towards it with each pulse, hijacking the summoning towards him. He chuckled, rising and extending a hand towards the device, letting his own demonic energy flow into it, boosting the signal through his own means, adding to the power of the witch that was undoubtedly summoning something she shouldn't, giving it enough 'oomph' to create the portal he needed. Another pulse and he fed more and more energy into it, mingling with the not inconsiderable forces the witch herself was using. Clever...it had to be that night, Samhain...oh how easy it was to lose track of time down here but he knew of it, of the significance, the power. This witch had tapped into it to aid her summoning...both clever and foolish at the same time. As the device pulsed again, Tirrius forced his energy into it, his eyes glowing as he exerted himself to ensure his plan would succeed...and was rewarded with the small portal before him. Human sized, barely seven foot tall it couldn't possibly contain his full power. What should he do? Sit back down for another century, wait for a more powerful witch? Perfect his device, make it empower as well as subvert? The portal shimmered before him, he knew that even with time flowing differently down here he only had minutes to decide. "Karthars." His voice rumbled through his kingdom, the demon flying down from above to attend his master. "Y...yes, my lord?" Looking around the room he could see the device pulsing, the portal...he knew something was happening as the huge hand came down on his shoulder and he felt the power flow into him, the power of countless centuries, of billions of souls. "You will take my place until I return...I grow tired of this realm." Looking towards the portal, Tirrius smiled, the first smile that had been seen from him in millenia. "I want to see what the human world has to offer." As his power was transferred, his form shrank, over twenty feet tall he had been but he was already down to ten...nine...eight...seven...he stopped at 6"3, pulling his hand back and looking at it. "Interesting." Even at this height he could feel power flowing through him, he wasn't helpless, he had lost maybe 75% of his strength...it was a lot but compared to the rest of the demons in his realm it made little difference. Looking up at his servant, he offered a wicked grin. "Enjoy it...but don't get too comfortable. I will return, one day, and when I do you would be wise not to think too highly of yourself."

Just one more touch...he closed his eyes, though of the many humans he had seen passing through his realm, the memories of them, their souls. Taking a form that he felt would suit him, he stepped through into the darkness, the world shifting around him as he stepped out, portal closing behind him, snapping shut, trapping him in the human realm as though he couldn't simply open one back now that he was on the other side. Before him was a human girl, no doubt the witch who had summoned him, the rest of the building empty and something else he hadn't felt before...cold. Was this what it was like to be cold? Looking down he realised there was a difference between them...he was naked, she wore clothing, enough to keep her warm. Was that it's only purpose? Not for protection? His human body was powerful, muscular without being overly so, a little pale, with the dark hair and beard he had chosen on a whim. His manhood, flaccid for now, was already large enough to be considered average, he had afforded himself a more than generous size when he had chosen this form. Smiling, an attempt at looking happy and friendly from one that had never felt such things nor had to display them, coming across as twisted, eyes not matching the rest of the smile, his voice was deep, echoing through the empty room. "You...are you the one whom summoned me? A witch...no doubt looking for my favour, are you not?" Looking around him it seemed she had been trying to summon something else, none of this would be fit to summon a demon had he not intervened, yet he felt he should keep up the pretence. Looking down, he crouched, running his hand over the lines of power he was standing on. A mat...intuiting. "Was this your work? An innovator, like myself. I'm impressed." The rest of the summoning ritual was nothing special at all, though it was effective; he could feel the bubble around them keeping him in the ring for now. It was strong, for a spirit it would have done the trick but for a demon like himself? He was already feeling it start to crack under the pressure of trying to contain him. He grinned, baring his teeth. "Pretty little thing too...tell me, what year is this? Where am I?"

 

[Pink.]

The wind tugged at her hair and her clothing just enough for her to have to flex in order to stand straight, her palms tingled, eyes squinting as the vortex of power seemed to swell; filling the circle until it felt as if it were to burst. She could feel the strain in her own body, the force of the magic pressing out from the inside. Like a balloon on the verge of exploding. The shadow within the beam of light shimmered like a mirage as it began to shift. From a towering, monstrous, horned being, to human. The light around it increased its intensity, becoming too powerful to look at directly, though she tried. Her hands lifted, fingers splayed as she tried to shield herself from the brightness, but it was of little use. At the last moment she had to pinch her eyes closed and look away, just as the crack reverberated through the warehouse.

The flames of her candles extinguished, thin tendrils of smoke swirling up from their blackened wicks and mingling with the ozone rich taste to the air. Tzipora, half-turned from the circle in her attempt to shield herself from the sudden supernova, coughed and dryly spat at the chlorine and sulfuric smell that permeated the area. Her eyes opened, her head turning to look over her shoulder at the man that now stood in the center of her circle.

Gray eyes widened, taking in the very…. very naked man in the middle of her tapestry. She could feel the strength coming off of him like an aura. The waves of power like a prism in the safety of the circle, but even now, Tzipora could feel the stress creating cracks along her circle of protection. It felt like her skin drying out, her bones aching. She licked her lips, desperately trying to regain some sort of control over this situation as she faced him completely; eyes watching him as he knelt and examined her mat, heard his voice deep and unsettling as he commended her for her innovation. But then that smile… she imagined that was how a shark would smile, if it could.

Wary to answer his questions, she shook her head.

"What are you? You…" her gaze dropped over him again as she started to restlessly shift her weight between her socked feet; her skirt swaying over her bare hips as she clenched and unclenched her fists. She could feel the magic coursing through her like electricity, boosting her energy and her power but simultaneously threatening to rip her apart at the seams. She pursed her lips, clamped her molars together and shook her head.

"No. You have to leave."

The witch swept down, picking up a candle and blowing desperately on the wick until it lit, flicking her gaze back up to the man in the circle she hurriedly started her chant, trying to get through it all before the dam that barely held him at bay burst and left her completely unprotected.

"I call upon powers far and near to banish what's not welcome here by this candle with this charm IbanishwhatcancausemeharmthenIaskthischargeIlaysendunwantedthingsaway!"

 

[Staine]

Tirrius rolled his eyes as the witch whose summoning ritual he had hijacked realised the danger she was in, or at least could be in. In truth, the demon had very little interest in her other than getting the answers to his questions. Kill her, leave her alive, it made little difference to one such as him, she didn't pose a threat to him, she wasn't strong enough to send him home without help. She was, however, the only one that knew he was here on earth besides Karthars. Looking to her as she frantically started to react to his presence, relighting her candle, he took a single step towards her. He could almost hear the cracks in the invisible barrier that held him start to lengthen, he could picture a bubble around him like a snow globe, could picture the spider's web of cracks that were starting to cover the entire thing in a doomed attempt to contain energy far greater than that of the spirit it was meant for. "This is rather rude of you, don't you think? I thought humans were supposed to be welcoming..." In the underworld, Tirrius had spent very little time around actual humans, so he didn't really know much about them but the witch had already started chanting, her spell hitting him with a powerful wave of magic which for a spirit or even a lesser demon might have been enough to force them back into the void.

He stumbled. Only a little, steadying himself, and looked at her again with a tilt of his head.

"Not insignificant...I could work with that. If I had the time, I could teach you so many things about your craft, you have enough power already for one so young...it could be moulded into so much more." Another few steps forwards and he reached the edge of the barrier, reaching out, it shattered the moment he made physical contact, the shards of magic dissipating in the air before they did any real damage, unleashing his power on the room itself. It was like a violent storm tore through the abandoned warehouse, pillars and the concrete cracking as it flowed around them both, his presence alone making it the eye of the storm as he stepped closer to the girl. Her spell was already fizzling out, though when Tirrius looked down at his hand, the one he had shattered her barrier with, he noticed an anomaly, a little of the magic seeping into his flesh. Strange, it had been so long that he had dealt with any form of magic he had forgotten the basic principles, how there is no action without a reaction, and his brow furrowed as he looked back up at the witch. He could see now that not all the shards had dissipated, some were in her hair, on her chest, on her hands, those too were being absorbed into her flesh. No matter...it was hardly going to be anything serious. "Girl, tell me where I am...I didn't come here to play games with you, I came to explore." Just a foot in front of her now, he reached out, his hand falling on her shoulder as he grinned down at her wickedly. "So answer my questions, or I will stop being so polite, am I understood?" The moment he touched her he could feel the levels of magic within her...she had power, it was nothing compared to his but could be nurtured, an ember blown into a flame with enough patience, and he closed his eyes, focusing on his own power. Slowly, the storm around them started to come under control as he compressed it within himself. These human forms...so fragile, even his own was having difficulty containing what fraction of himself he had left the underworld with, but if he went walking around the earth with a literal storm of magic and power following him around he was sure to be noticed. "Perhaps a deal...I let you live, you tell me where I am, when I am, and who you are. Not a terrible bargain, no? Tell me about your country, who is in power and how I might find them and I might even let you borrow some magic of my own...if you think you can handle it."

 

[Pink.]

Tzipora grimaced as his presence continued to press against the magic circle she had laid, driving forward with her spell despite the pain. Every fiber of her being vibrating as the magic of the banishment swelled within her, growing until it could not be contained any longer, thrusting it at him with all of her intention…

… for nothing.

The young witch felt ice grip her spine as the spell that held him within the circle shattered, the shards of magic glinting as if glass before the tidal wave of his own power turned her magic to dust. The storm rushed through her like a battering ram, doubling her over and forcing her back several steps, knocking her candle loose from her grip before she caught herself and lifted her eyes to find his; dread written plainly on her features. Around them swirled debris and pure, unadulterated power, crackling like lightning and churning like a hurricane, the gale forces whipped up by the cyclone violently pulling at her clothing and hair, though as he came closer to her, the less the tempest's grip.

She steeled herself against his approach, anchoring her feet to the cold, damp concrete underneath, refusing to step back even as he came close enough to touch. Where Tirrius had the confidence in his power to drift his eyes away from her own and note the bizarre melting of the magic against her skin, Tzipora couldn't. Those bright eyes, clouded with doubt and fear, never left his face.

As his hand lifted and laid down over her shoulder, she trembled; her lips pursing tightly as she continued to hold herself still. Brave, foolish, or both, Tzipora had to stand her ground. She was responsible. It was her spell, her magic. She had fucked up and brought this… this… thing to her realm. If she somehow made it out of this warehouse alive, the elders were going to be so pissed at her.

His touch was surprisingly warm, and probably would have been pleasant if it weren't for the fact that he was some otherworldly, enormously powerful and dangerous, not-man-in-a-man-suit. And naked. She clenched her jaw, the tendon in her cheek flexing as she exhaled a sharp breath through her nose and remained as stoic as she could in the face of his threat. Despite her attempts to be tough, her eyes misted, fear trying it's hardest to get the best of her, and maybe it would have if the stare down had lasted any longer, but he closed his eyes. And it gave Tzipora the time she needed to gather herself as the turmoil surrounding them began to calm.

When he opened his eyes again, Tzipora had managed to compose herself, and gazed up at him with a little more confidence. She did a damn good job at ignoring the fact that the confidence was fake.

"No."

Oh boy.

Little witch has a death wish.

 

[Staine]

Tirrius froze for a few moments as he heard the word. Such a simple word, one syllable, so small but so...evocative to him in that moment. No. He looked at the witch curiously, the storm raging around them until he had managed to suppress it completely. Then...he laughed, softly at first. "No? Is that what you said to me, girl?" More laughter, loud, echoing through the otherwise empty room and becoming louder as he felt genuine amusement, turning away from her. His hand moved up to grab her hair, becoming a fist as he pulled her with him, walking back towards the circle before dropping his hand to his side and taking her head down with it. Like this, naked with the girl's head held effortlessly by his thigh, hair in his fist, his laughter was dying down into a chuckle as he surveyed the circle she had tried to trap him in. "My my, I haven't been in this plane of existence for even ten minutes and already I find such rarities. Do you know how long it has been since somebody told me no, girl? I have half a mind to keep you to myself, but I did not get to where I am by allowing disobedience to go unpunished." Pulling her up, he dragged her to the center of her little mat, making her look up at him while he lifted his other hand, fingers tracing a demonic rune in the air. As his human looking digit moved through the air the smallest trace of magic could be seen behind it, like shadow and fire, glittering rather than burning like embers that followed his movements until the sigil was crafted, then he pushed it towards her chest with his palm.

"So I will send you back. Don't worry, with this mark on your soul Karthars won't dare hurt you, too much, you will remain till I return home, a fair deal, yes? Just one more request I have of you...your name. I want the name of the first to defy me in aeons." He waited just a few moments later before he pushed the rune into her, his hand pressing it against her chest between her breasts. The rune itself soaked into her, absorbed by the flesh and his hand continued, phasing into her in what was no doubt an agonising, slow ordeal till he had pressed it against her very soul.

First, it was small, insignificant. A tremor in his own soul, then it became something more...tangible. He felt pain, something he hadn't had to endure in almost as long as the word 'no', an instability, a tugging feeling. He could feel the draw of hell, of his own little paradise trying to drag him back down and the more he tried to send her there the harder it pulled until he couldn't bear it anymore, growling as he pulled his hand back from her, his brows furrowing as he glared at the girl, one hand still holding her by her hair. The feeling stopped, and he looked down at his hand, the rune gone, left behind on her soul. At first, he didn't know what was happening, only that his attempts to send her back to his realm had tried to take him with it, like they were...slowly, he looked up at the girl. "What spell did you try to use, to summon your spirit? To contain it?" Those shards of magic that had been absorbed into him, into her...those alone wouldn't do it, but with her spell, if it were the right one, her own power, the sigil on her soul...everything combined might have possibly...

He dragged her down to his knees in front of him and released her hair, growling again as he looked down at her. "Answer me! Was the spirit family? Were you bonded? Do you have any idea what you've done??" The anger in his voice, even as steady as it was, was evident in every syllable. "To be soulbound to a mortal..." He could see it now, when he focused on adapting his sight to see the magic around them there were faint lines, from his chest to hers, connecting their souls. As an expert on the matter he should have been aware of this...but it was too late now. If she dies, she would be dragged to hell by his mark on her soul, but he would be dragged with her. Where her soul went, his went.

 

[Pink.]

Tzipora let out a startled, strangled cry as his hand fisted in her hair and he dragged her unceremoniously back to the center of her mat. Her eyes watered as her scalp burned, her hands grasping and clawing at his forearm as she slipped in her sock-covered feet and stumbled to keep pace with him before he dropped his hand down to rest at his thigh; the motion and his strength combined forcing the young witch to her knees. She gasped in pain, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over as she gaped like a fish at his side. Fear constricted her heart, made it difficult to breathe as she continued to claw and pry at his fist, but there wasn't an ounce of give.

Quite the opposite, as his grip shifted and he dragged her further onto the mat; her legs kicking as she screamed from the pain and fought to catch herself on her heels to lessen the fiery pressure on her scalp.

When he finally stopped, simply holding her there, Tzipora had half a second to catch her breath; her arms raised above her head as she clung to his arm, her legs splayed out on either side of her, her weight on her knees as she sat back on her ankles and lifted her blurry eyes to watch his hand trace the air.

"No, no please!" she cried for mercy, struggling as he started to push the glowing emblem toward her chest, pausing just long enough to demand her name.

"Tzipora," the witch gasped, looking up at him with the plea burning in her eyes, reflecting the runes he held in his palm.

There wasn't an ounce of mercy in him. Tzipora's eyes widened into saucers as the spell pressed into her skin, burning like the white hot iron of a brand. Both hands abandoned the limb that fisted in her hair and pushed back against the press of his hand against her body. It didn't stop at the surface, his hand continuing to press and force past muscle, sinew and bone until it was at the very core of her. The soft, delicate, resilient light of her soul. Her shrill howls of agony filled the room, vibrating the very molecules of the air until it felt as if the warehouse were boiling. Sulfur stung her nose, burned her throat and coated her lungs before dissipating. Magic pulsed just behind her navel, as if she were being tugged across dimensions, but ended just as quickly.

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, just pinned in agony with his arm elbow-deep in her chest and the other wrapped so tightly in her hair every inch of her was strained. Tzipora found herself willing it to end, to be over, just to die and let the pain go away but suddenly oxygen flooded her lungs; cool, comforting air that soothed. She gasped, choking, eyes refocusing to find him glaring down at her in disbelief. Her eyes snapped close with a grimace as he dragged her closer to him, a shocked sigh of relief and wincing pain as her scalp tingled and burned from his release. She bit down on her inner cheeks, her hands lifting to press against her chest between her breasts as her chin canted down; looking over her flesh in search for the brand but there was nothing.

Not even skin pink with the flush of pain.

Tzipora's laugh was sudden, sharp, and bitter. It shot through the warehouse like a bullet. It dawned on her as he questioned her, how unfortunate this entire adventure had turned out. All she had wanted was to speak to her grandmother, to gain insight and knowledge that would grant her immeasurable success as a young, ambitious witch in her coven, and instead here she was, bound to some… demon. His talk of Hell had sealed her suspicions, but now as she breathed she felt him breathe. As he boiled in anger, she felt herself bubbling with rage. Her eyes lifted to meet his, remaining as she was kneeling in the center of the circle, and laughed harder. Her head fell back, lilac hair tumbling down her shoulders as her body quaked and quivered with mirth.

"Look what you've done," she mused bitterly, slowly lifting herself back to her feet before him; swiping at her knees and thighs with her hands to shake the loose dirt and smear the grime over her bare skin and clothing. "All because I told you 'no'."

She smirked, a small chortle escaping her as she shook her head and then quickly winced; reaching her hand up to touch gingerly at her scalp swelling under her fingertips. She'd be sore for a day or two, but she'd live. As long as he didn't kill her, she supposed, but from his expression and tone, and the manner in which he looked at her now… she didn't think he was willing to do that anymore. She probably shouldn't test him, but Tzipora was pissed. And in pain. There was no part of her that wasn't going to not get her shots in.

"Guess you picked the wrong witch to fuck with, demon."

 

[Staine]

Nothing the upstart witch did or said had stopped Tirrius from attempting to send her back to his realm, and so it shouldn't have; empathy was not one of his strong suits, nor was mercy or caring about the suffering of mewling little witches who didn't have the common sense to agree to whatever an incredibly powerful demon like himself asked of them. That he would one day get to enjoy picking apart this curious girl's soul was a nice little bonus to his desires to send her back after claiming her, but it soon became apparent that something in the spell she had been performing, or perhaps in the protection he had shattered, had linked them together. He growled softly as he listened to her start to laugh, an unwise thing to do in his presence when he was already feeling frustrated, and the attempt at chastising him fared no better in his eyes. Climbing to her feet before him, the witch seemed to be gaining in confidence, perhaps feeling safe because of his mention of the word 'soulbound' without truly understanding what it meant? Again she decided to aggressively word her gloating towards Tirrius while he glared down at her, an eyebrow raising as though to question the wisdom of such boldness. Did she think she was safe from him now? That he wouldn't hurt her? He gave her only enough time to grow confident that things had worked out in her favour before his hand shot out, catching her across the face as he slapped the annoying woman hard, at least hard enough to make his own hand sting a little. Smirking, he reached to grab her hair once more and pulled her towards him, making her face him.

"Silly girl...do you think this situation somehow favours you? Perhaps you think I wouldn't dare hurt you without risking damage to myself? I know you're just a foolish little mortal so let me educate you on matters of the soul." One hand came down to find her throat, gripping it tightly before he released her hair with the other. Squeezing gently, though enough to make it harder to breathe, he grabbed one of her wrists with his free hand and his fingertips dug into her flesh. "Do you feel pain, witch? Do you notice that I show no discomfort at all?" As he spoke and his anger was starting to bubble over his true form was starting to show, first a gentle shimmer in his current appearance as the concentration it took to maintain it wavered before giving way altogether. "I don't feel pain because a soulbond affects only matters of the soul itself...if you were to perish your soul will be dragged to hell by the mark I placed upon it, to my own realm...and I would be dragged along with it. If I were to destroy your soul, mine too would be destroyed...and the reverse is also true, but your body? Your body I can abuse as I see fit with no consequences to my own..." He decided to demonstrate by squeezing her wrist a little more, the fingernails of his demonic form digging into her as he towered over her every bit as naked as he had when he appeared human, 8 foot of pure power in an attempt to intimidate the girl. Tirrius' pride didn't enjoy being laughed at or mocked, so perhaps he over reacted a little bit...taking back control, he focused on shifting to his human form once more. Meeting her eyes with his own, he tried to measure his tone as he spoke again. "Don't you think it would be wise...Tzipora...to treat me with a little more respect, or would you prefer to find out exactly what a human can live through without breaking?"

Shoving her away, he turned to look around the room they were in, but nothing had changed. Without looking back at her he continued to speak. "My name is Tirrius...you may address me as Sir, or Master. I think it would be more fitting, don't you?" He didn't expect her to do any such thing of course, but giving her something she would obviously refuse made lesser requests seem easier to give in to, did they not? "You have a choice to make, girl. You can continue to try and defy me and I will take great pleasure in showing you precisely how much pain it would take for you to lose consciousness, then I will wake you again...or you can lead me to your home and we can discuss this. I may be willing to agree to terms with you...provided you don't overstep in what you ask for...and would that not be better than forcing me to break you down to get what I want?" He looked back at her, offering her a smile that didn't really look very friendly at all. "It would be such a waste when all I want is to experience this world for myself...so what will it be? You find yourself with a modicum of bargaining power, so do not waste it." It was taking a lot to hold himself back, to stop himself from tearing into the witch but he had realised that might not be the wisest thing to do...Tirrius knew nothing of this realm really, a guide could prove useful and he was already putting together a plan. Perhaps if he could corrupt the girl's soul, he could unbind them...

 

[Pink.]

Her cheek bloomed with pain, so sharp and sudden that it startled her into silence. She stood there, stunned, her eyes watering from the shock and pain when his hand fisted into her hair and drew her back into the reality of her nightmare. Tzipora's expression contorted into a grimace, and then quickly morphed from the surprise of his hand around her throat. The sound of her strained breath filled her ears, her own hands tearing at his forearm before he released her hair and wrapped his fingers around one wrist hard enough that her fingers coiled involuntarily. Tzipora felt the texture of his skin change, the angle of her body as he grew, making her press and arch up from her toes to keep herself from hanging by her throat in the air, and watched as the horns and devilish features filled in and replaced everything about him that had appeared human. It was almost as if she had forgotten that she was dealing with a demon, and it was a mistake Tzipora would be unlikely to repeat.

As soon as she was released, Tzipora's lungs flooded with oxygen. She struck the concrete floor with her palms and knees, gasping as if she'd just surfaced from underwater all while the demon - Tirrius - continued to speak. She struggled to concentrate on what he was saying, pain shooting up her arms and through her chest as she sucked in air, her head turning to peer at him through lavender strands of hair as he turned that sardonic grin on her once again. Nodding, Tzipora acquiesced, slowly pushing herself back up on her feet. One sock had started to roll down from her thigh, beginning to bunch under her scraped knee, and the other flopping off of her toes far enough that she ripped them both off, one at a time, and then rolled her shoulders back as she turned to face him with her limp thigh-highs hanging in one hand.

Perhaps someone else would have appeared more afraid after being strangled and confronted with Tirrius' demonic form as she had been, but Tzipora's fear wasn't the only emotion written plainly on her face. It wasn't even the most obvious. Instead, she appeared pissed.

"Fine," she croaked, her voice as bruised as the wrist he'd wrenched in his grasp, "but I'm sure as shit not calling you 'master'." The way she said the word was like a sneer, her face twisting in angry disgust as she gave him a wide berth on her way back to her supplies. Wiping off the soles of her feet with her socks, she slipped her boots back on before she sliced herself open on some discarded piece of glass or nail and then rolled the thigh-highs up and shoved them in her bag. She made quick work of the rest of the items, folding up her tapestry and stuffing it into her backpack with the rest before standing back up and looking over him quickly.

Any other day, any other introduction, and Tzipora would probably take more time to admire the nakedness of the human figure in front of her. He was attractive, as if ripped from a GQ magazine, but after seeing and feeling the truth of what he was, she couldn't help but look a little more closely at the shimmer just barely there over the edge of his skin, as if he were radiating heat. The witch now recognized the glamour for what it was, and did her best not to imagine the titanic beastly thing that dwelled just out of sight.

"You'll need clothes," she stated sharply, her gaze dropped to the sizeable cock dangling between his legs despite her best efforts, her attention lingering for a half second longer than it should have before she managed to rake her eyes back up to his own; holding his eyes despite her clear discomfort. She was afraid, which was good, but she was still bold. Still doing her best to keep her trembling hands steady and her voice crisp. She was a stubborn girl, detrimentally so, but Tirrius' show of power and strength had quenched the majority of her mule headedness for now. "Are you able to conjure an outfit? Bringing a giant naked man back to my dorm in the middle of the night is going to gather more attention than I want right now."

Whether he was able to or not did little to change the trajectory of the immediate future. Tzipora needed to get home, and take him with her, and whether or not he was clothed it'd be easiest to sneak him into her place in the dead of night than the early morning. Sooner, rather than later, would be best. If he was unable to conjure clothing, Tzipora would hand him her hoodie. It'd be tight on him, but it would fit, and the tapestry would do well enough to wrap around his hips and obscure the sight of his lower half to any wandering eyes that might catch them as they made their way to Tzipora's home. If he was able to conjure clothes, or disappear, then Tzipora simply moved on and led him to her car to sit, and wait through the ritual of starting Bulah up before she began to drive them home; white-knuckling the steering wheel all the way back to campus.

 

[Staine]

The silence that followed his slap made Tirrius smirk...of course the upstart witch could be silenced so easily, humans were not known for their strength...some showed bravery in the face of his kind, it was true, there were even rumours that some lesser demons had been slain by human warriors in the past, but those were so few and far between...and none of Tirrius' level even with most of his power left behind in his realm. Nonetheless he took great pleasure in showing her that he could still hurt her and it wouldn't affect him in the slightest, watching her reactions to the pain, to the way his fingertips dug into her soft, human flesh...seeing her fear at the sight of his true form, of the numerous souls that swam in the void where his eyes should be...if one looked closely enough they would likely see they were screaming, for none that suffered such a fate ever found joy in their afterlife, used up for the power the soul could expel. Once he released her and she collapsed to the floor he looked down on her with a grin, wondering what the human was thinking now. Was she still brave enough to try and defy him? It would be a foolish endeavour but he could break her...he might still break her. It was an interesting thought...he knew other demons liked to exert their power and used human souls for pleasure, for their own gratification, tormenting those who are trapped in their realms physically, some even sexually, but Tirrius had never partaken in such things before. He had servants for that, demonettes who would happily prostrate themselves before him, surrender their bodies to their Master and he couldn't imagine a human was capable of half the things they were, yet now that he was trapped in this realm...he looked at the girl with renewed interest as she resolutely climbed back up to her feet, her voice raspy and yet still somewhat defiant, refusing to call him Master. He laughed, let her gather her things.

Yes...maybe it was the bonding of their souls, but he was feeling a definite attraction towards this one. Interesting...imagine being attracted to a human? As she turned back to him, he caught her looking over his body, he could clearly see where her gaze had caught...and he smirked again. This human body he had made for himself was a glamour made of the most attractive of humanity, at least that which was considered so, not to mention he had given himself a rather sizable...hmm.., maybe it was his own ego that had made him create such a thing, his own self image shining through? It didn't matter, not really. "Clothes, hmm?" She was staring at his cock now, and she seemed to have difficulty tearing her gaze away. Was she attracted to him too? Did it even matter to him? As far as Tirrius was concerned this girl was his property now, the fact that his soul was as bound to her as hers was to him? Irrelevant. "If I must...though are you certain you won't miss the sight? You seem to be enjoying it, Tzipora...if you like, you may take a closer look. Consider it a reward for your good behaviour..." Using her name as he closed his eyes and focused, reaching out to see what other humans around him worse, jeans started to materialize on his lower half, and a t-shirt on his chest, black with the diamond skull in the middle, some kind of strange insignia. "Does this meet your approval, witch?" Following her as she spoke, he didn't cause any more trouble, looking around at the sights as she led him to a strange metal chariot, climbing into the seat beside her. It was a fascinating device...even though he couldn't see the inner workings Tirrius had a gift, an innate understanding how things worked, not exactly, but at least of what kind of power would start the device and as she turned the key, he reached out, his hand finding the dashboard and a shock erupting through his palm. The car sprung to life and he smirked, looking over at Tzipora. "A witch that doesn't use magic...you are a curious one, girl. Come, take me to your residence, you can be my guide for this world, and perhaps I will reward you for it should you do it well...once I have unbound our souls." In truth, he planned not to reward her, but to make her suffer for all eternity...cliche, but she had spoken back to him. That wasn't okay.

The drive didn't take long, and Tirrius' eyes were focused on the outside world. More of these metal chariots were passing them at incredible speeds, horseless, using the same inner workings as this one, they came in all different shapes and colours, mortals inside every one. There were lights on sticks, that they stopped to wait at, more lights in the buildings that seemed to trade goods and food...these humans seemed to be obsessed with lighting up the night. Eventually they pulled up to a larger building and the car came to a halt, Tirriius climbing out of his side and waiting for his guide. Led through the building, he drew a couple of stares, as did Tzipora, but he paid them no attention as they got into a small room laden with buttons on the wall. Watching her press one, a noise of surprise was drawn from him as the very floor began to move upwards. "Ah...this...witch, what is this magic? If you think for one moment you can trap me in here then I shall..." He fell silent as the elevator doors opened, and he was led further into the building, into a room that Tzipora had to open herself with a key. Inside, he looked around, his brow furrowed. "Is this where you live, mortal? Fine...now that we are here let me make one thing clear....you will call me Master, and you will learn to respect me as such. For now we are bound together, it will not always be that way, you would do well not to have angered me by that point...and you will find I can be very accommodating. I can give you power." He grinned as he held out his hand, the magical energy almost heavy as it filled the room. "I can give you wealth, fame..." He looked at her body, looking down at her shapely rear, a look of lust in his eyes. "I can give you pleasure...I may take that for myself anyway...I've never lain with a human before, you may consider it a great honour should I choose to do so with you..."

 

[Pink.]

Tzipora didn't have access to magic like Tirrius displayed, but she had her ways for getting what she wanted to make her college life easier anyway. As he entered her dorm room, he would see a single full sized bed tucked against one wall, lifted off the ground by a platform with drawers, turning Tzi's underbed area into storage. The mattress came up to his thighs, with a nest of soft, luxurious pillows in the corner and a laptop on the throw blanket at the corner of the bed. Fairy lights draped from the ceiling, giving a magical, ethereal ambiance. Plants and vines decorated the floating shelves on the walls, along with framed photographs and posters depicting family and friends, and a few favorite bands. On the other side of the room was a desk, minifridge and microwave, and a bookshelf that held an entire assortment of utensils, reading materials, and candles. There wasn't a restroom as the showers and toilets were communal, but the second door nearest to Tzi as she followed him in through the front led to her closet. A single arm chair with a matching ottoman sat opposite of the closet in a quaint little reading corner she had carved out for herself.

For as small as the room was, it felt like there was plenty of space. Until there were two of them, anyway.

She locked the door behind them, exhaling a sharp frustrated breath, hoping that those eyes who had spotted them heading to her room assumed Tirrius was simply a hookup. Which, there wasn't any reason that they shouldn't, Tzipora assured herself. She was a sexually active college girl who had her own room. Why wouldn't she be bringing someone back to her place? Her eyes caught her appearance in the mirror hanging on the outside of her closet door as she moved further inside and frowned.

Oh.

Her knees were scraped and dirty, her short skirt wet and covered in dirt. Her top was askew on her torso and her hoodie hung off one arm haphazardly. Her lavender hair was tousled atop her head, and the make-up she'd started the night with had darkened under her eyes. She dropped her backpack and adjusted her crop top before unzipping and pulling her hoodie off; dropping it over her backpack as she kicked off her boots.

As Tirrius spoke, she turned her head to look at him, baffled by just how huge he appeared in her small room.

His words made her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing hotly as she crossed her arms and frowned at him, though unable to keep her mind from imagining his size once again. The way it had hung so heavily between his thighs… She swallowed and shook her head, trying to figure out how to make her point without offending him. And getting slapped again. Or worse.

"I can't call you Master. People don't do that."

Well, some did. She decided to omit that detail as she opened up her closet door and looked inside; not wanting to give this already extremely dominant and overbearing demon any more reason to be so.

"It will draw attention, and not in a good way."

Reaching inside, she grasped a pair of running shorts and a Karnivool band tee, draping them over the chair before reaching up under her skirt and pulling her panties free from her legs; carefully keeping herself from flashing Tirrius as she tossed the ruined pair in the laundry. After being thrown around the warehouse, she didn't want to continue to wear her dirty clothes. Any option to get rid of any physical reminders welcomed. When she turned her head to look at him again, she hesitated. The heat in his eyes as he raked his eyes over her long legs and the hint of her bare ass beneath the pleats of her skirt making her pause.

The heat and pulse of his power in the room did not go unnoticed either.

"You tortured me," she pointed out, her tone becoming incredulous as the reality of it settled around her, "You tried to send me to Hell, and now that you can't do that you're trying to fuck me?"

She rolled her eyes over him, frustrated at her own tingling curiosity over what it would be like to get railed by someone his size, but she had pride. A lot of it. And it wasn't easily bent or broken regardless of the threat of pain or death.

 

[Staine]

Tirrius spent some time looking around the room in which she had led him, the one which seemed to be personal to her. The trick with the bed was cute, amateur magic at best but it did the job in holding it up, though he wondered how well it would stand up to his weight. It was strange to him, the knowledge he had of the human world was very limited, the vehicle in which she had brought him here was a fine example; Tirrius didn't know what it was...he could intuitively discern that it was a mode of modern transportation and even how it operated to some degree, but that, the many lights and sights of the town as they had driven through it, the strange device which had shifted one tiny room up to a higher floor...it was all proof that it had been too long since he had observed humanity. Sitting in his realm, bored and hoping for more he hadn't looked at what it was he was missing, he hadn't wanted to torment himself with the things he might never get to experience, so the surprises for him were coming fast...it was good that he was of strong mind, able to process these fascinating creations humanity had accomplished in the last 500 or so years since he had last witnessed them. The lights on the ceiling, strange, tiny little things exuding their own weird power, like captured lightning of a lesser magnitude running through them to illuminate the room. On the wall were strange images...they weren't like artists paintings, these were so very lifelike it was as though somebody had captured the subjects themselves and ran a hand over the glossy paper of one, over the image, half expecting the captured human to scream, but all was still, and he could feel no magic in it. Curious. "What is this?" He looked to the witch who seemed to be looking at herself in the mirror. "How do you get the painting so lifelike without the use of magic?" Could it be that she was a far greater witch than she had let on? So far she had seemed...mediocre. She had power, but no control, it was how he had so easily hijacked her spell to bring himself to this plane.

Her words made his brow furrow as she resisted his rather simple command. Disobedient and feisty...Tirrius could have fun with this one, breaking her, but he had to be careful too. If he went too far, she might do that thing so many humans before her had in times of suffering, self destruction. A guaranteed way to find oneself in his realm, or that of his peers...somewhere he would rather not be right now. He laughed at the notion that drawing attention should bother him. "And why should I care what other mortals think? You will learn to call me Master, or you'll find I am not always so pleasant to be around." Grinning, he began to approach her. His earlier comment, about laying with her, it had some merit. Back in his realm he had his demonic concubines to fulfil his needs whenever he felt horny, but here in this realm...he would need to find another source of relief, and Tzipora was a very attractive woman...for a human. He grinned, watching her attempt to change without showing him too much, noting the blush on her cheeks. He didn't have to be able to read minds...and he couldn't...to see that she wasn't entirely uninterested in the same as she rounded on him said her peace. "I did not torture you." Stepping closer to her, he could see she was looking him over once more, and it was making him feel more desire for her, the feeling rising fast. "You don't even know the meaning of the word, but I could show you..." Reaching out he let his hand linger on her cheek, clearly no respect for boundaries. "Fuck..." It was an interesting word, one he had never used before, but he liked it, and it was easy to fathom what it meant. "Yes...I like that word...fuck. I am more than trying to fuck you, Tzipora." His hand moved down to her throat, his grip tightening, just enough to make it hurt without completely cutting off her airways. "I'm going to fuck you...tell me what you can do to stop me?"

His touch had an interesting property to it when he wanted it to, just a slight heightening of lust, a trick taught to him by one of the succubi he had taken pleasure from, and his flesh shimmered as he spoke. "fles ym fo rorrim a", a flash of heat pushed outwards from him and then Tzipora would find her arms grabbed from behind, pulled behind her back and held firm. If she looked to her mirror she would see it was him, Tirrius, a second one of him behind her, holding her arms. The real Tirrius, the one in front of her, his hand slid down from her throat and to her left breast as he smirked. "I could just rape you...but I am not so cruel as that...or perhaps it is because I am more cruel...instead I will give you the choice yourself. Give yourself to me...submit, like we both know you want to..." His hand moved lower and her clothing....it was actually disintegrating, vanishing beneath his touch! As more and more of the cloth turned to ash her flesh was revealed until finally he reached the hem of her shirt and it just...fell away. "I know you want me...I saw you looking at me, witch." His hand came back up, this time over her bare flesh until it reached her bra and that too began turning to ash until his fingertips closed around her nipple, twisting hard as he looked down into her eyes. "So I will let your body decide. If I find you aroused, I'm going to take you." As he spoke he pulled, pinching the nipple before releasing it and at the same time his own clothing was disappearing back where it came from, the glamour dispelling itself on both him and his mirror image, revealing his naked body again, his hard length, eleven inches when fully erect, so very big, so very thick. "So tell me, will I find you wet? Can you really say no to me, Tzipora?" His hand trailed down her chest, down past her navel, exerting that same seductive touch as he had earlier, trying to draw out her arousal as it dipped into the waistband of her skirt. He had seen her trying to change, she hadn't managed to replace the panties she had removed yet, and his fingers glided down lower till one ran along the bare folds of her sex, his eyes on hers. Whether he would find her wet or not...that would determine what he did next, because if she was aroused, he would take that as consent. If not...well he had all the time in the world to win her over.

 

[Pink.]

"Painting?" she asked confusedly, not remembering any paintings in her room off the top of her head when the subject quickly changed. His argument was a difficult one to match, but Tzipora needed him to understand why it was so important to not bring attention to them. She couldn't focus her thoughts, however. As she challenged him about his offer to fuck her, she swiftly forgot of her coven and the Elders who would surely have a pretty severe aversion to Tzi being soulbound to a demon.

He crossed the room to her in two long, languid steps, giving her only enough time to turn and face him. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him, her eyebrows furrowed as his finger lifted to caress her cheek while he let the word 'fuck' drop from his lips like warm syrup. Her throat constricted with a swallow as he continued, drawing that finger down to her neck before he wrapped his grip around her. Those large gray eyes widened, her hands starting to lift between them to grasp his arm, but paused half way, hesitated in the space between them.

Fles ym fo rorrim a…

She didn't recognize the language, nor the magic. As the heat pushed through her and pulled her arms back, she stiffened; her gaze flicking over to the left to see a second Tirrius behind her. "What-! How-?" Tzipora's head swam, her stomach fluttering as she couldn't help but feel the thrill of danger. Thrill? Some piece of her mind knew she shouldn't react this way to this touch, this force, but she shivered despite herself; her gaze darkening with dangerous lust as his hand continued to trace over bare flesh where clothing should be.

Tzipora flinched as he wrenched her nipple, her cheeks flushing a ruddy pink as she cried out with a grimace. Her hands clenched into fists behind her, flexing and releasing as she felt the heat rushing to pool at her swollen nipple; the milky flesh of her breast reacting quickly and strongly to his rough touch. Her thighs pressed together at his warning, her knees bending as she tried to use her weight to break free of the clone's grasp, but he held her firm as if she were no more than a feather pinched between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel his erection against her back, making her stomach twist and turn with lust and distaste as the demon in front of her started to trail his fingertip down the length of her torso; every soft, nearly invisible blonde hair on her body standing on end as her skin tingled hotly in its wake.

The witch didn't answer any of his questions out loud as he touched her, her eyes watering with a mixture of need and anger while she both fought and succumbed to his seduction at the same time. Her breasts heaved with every deep, shuddering breath as he slid his fingers between her legs. She let out one single sound of protest, her knees pressing together fruitlessly as one finger found its way between her slick folds; finding Tzipora's body more than eager for him. The touch was enough for her whine to melt into a whimper, her head falling back against the clone's chest as her hips rolled against the other's hand.

"Please," came her voice, barely softer than a whisper as she exhaled a shuddering breath and opened her eyes to look up at Tirrius; uncertain if she were pleading for him to stop or to keep going. Her mind felt as if it were filling with fog from the wrap of his hands around her arms, his cock against her back and his hand between her thighs. The shock of his ability to create a second of himself getting buried under the sex magic in his touch.

 

[Staine]

"Yes, painting. This one here...I don't think I can even see the brushstrokes..." Tirrius had been fascinated with the poster while Tzipora had been getting changed, until she had caught his attention herself. The moment that she had, his priorities had shifted, as well they might; Tirrius wasn't on Earth for business, he wasn't here to reap souls or bring about a dark age of demonic rule, nothing ridiculous like that...he had come to see what it was like to exist on another plane, to find something different, and this was part of it...before him he had a witch that fascinated him as much as the painting did, she hadn't been afraid of him, she was bonded to him...he was going to have to learn to live with her for now until he could figure out a reasonable way to unbind their souls and rid himself of her. The first reaction to his proclamation that he could take his pleasure from her had been an interesting one...she had not told him that he couldn't, she hadn't tried to convince him not to, she had seemed to wait to see what he would do. Did this witch want him? He'd seen her looking at him, he knew what hunger looked like, what desire tasted like in the air. It had given him all the confirmation he had needed that he could take her if he wished. Then there was her reaction to his little trick, creating the mirror clone of himself. Such an easy piece of magic for one such as him. "How? Do you forget who you're speaking to, little mortal?" As he had stripped away her clothing with nothing more than his touch he had grinned wickedly. "This magic isn't so difficult...would you like me to teach you?" He had reached down, his fingertips finding her sex, finding her wet and wanting. His smirk had returned, not that he hadn't had the utmost confidence not only in his magic but in his own attraction.

"I could make a third too...would you like that? Your body wants me...mine wants you...would you like to experience both of me at the same time, Tzipora?" The way she had cried out as he had pinched and tugged on her nipple had pleased him, so of course he repeated it with her other nipple, using his free hand, glistening with her juices, to push her backwards towards her bed. Behind her, his copy moved with her, sitting down before dragging her down on top of itself. Slowly, it had dragged her onto it's cock, aiming for her pussy, parting her with his girth and holding her only enough to make sure she didn't harm herself on him as she was left to impale herself on his length. The pleasure in his eyes showed that the original felt it too, felt all of it, growling softly as he reached out to cup her cheek. "Please...please what, my little mortal slut? Please fuck you? Is that what you wish to tell me?" As the clone held her arms still, letting her slide down his manhood, the original had began to stroke his own as he watched, as he felt. There was fire in his eyes, there was pure desire...Tirrius had to remind himself that this was a human, not a succubus, how was she having such an effect on him? Was it their bond, or was he being changed just by being in this plane? He didn't know, but he would figure it out some other time. As his mirror image pulled her down hard, the last few inches slipping inside her, Tirrius stepped closer to them.

"You are a delicious one...I saw other humans on our journey here, you are most certainly one of the most...visually appealing. You are aware of that, aren't you?" He pushed his thumb between her lips while the clone started to lift her...it had abandoned her arms and now had a firm grasp of her waist instead, determined to control the exact pace at which it fucked her, or allowed her to fuck it. Watching, able to feel every single stroke, Tirrius toyed with the foolish witch who had gotten herself soulbonded to a demon. "Tell me something, Tzipora, while we enjoy our shared intimacy..." Speaking through the pleasure he was receiving was difficult even for him, but he was quickly learning the limits of his human body, what he could and could not do, how it felt to be inside this witch, so different from laying with a demon in his demonic form. He liked it. "Tell me what you most want...tell me what I could give for you to accept me, to be my guide on this earth." He gave her a few moments to answer before he pressed his cock against her lips. He wanted more...he wanted to slide into that inviting mouth, he wanted her to taste him, he wanted her to swallow him. He grinned down at her. "Open wide...or I will find another way inside you, Tzipora...I assume even mortals enjoy a little sodomy, every now and then...and I'm nothing if not a sinner."

 

[Pink.]

Tzipora's knees buckled as he wrenched her second nipple, her eyes closing and shoulders hunching forward to try and protect herself but there wasn't any slack to be found in his clone's grip; leaving her standing upright and still for Tirrius' rough attention. There was no way to fight him as he both shoved and pulled her back simultaneously, and there was little to be done as the twin behind her pulled her over his cock.

Her eyes held the original's, pinned by both his clone's grasp and his gaze as the thickness of his second's sex pressed into her. Her body burst with pleasure, nerve endings tingling as he filled her, pressing and massaging against every part of her, heightened by the sight of watching his own reactions. The desire in his own gaze, the heat in the part of his lips as he reached out for her cheek and caressed her flesh with his thumb. She bit down on her lower lip to muffle her moan. Her skin flushed with gratification, her cheeks, neck and chest becoming pink as he reached the end of her. She couldn't help but tilt her hips in a slow, painstaking circle, feeling the friction of his member against every inch inside of her, mimicking the rise and fall of his fist over his own cock. Every word he spoke went unanswered, but the gleam in her eyes told him she was following every word.

But then she was yanked down.

She cried out in pain, quickly cutting off her scream by clenching her teeth and dipping her chin forward; her purple hair momentarily veiling the grimace on her face as she sat fully on the clone's lap. Every single inch of his cock buried inside of her tight human pussy. The pain lingered, but was more than manageable, and as his thickness continued to massage and press against her silken walls, the more pleasurable it became. Her eyes lifted as his hand on her cheek shifted, her lips closing around his thumb with a soft whimper.

WIth her arms now free, her hands reached forward and braced against Tirrius, gripping at his chest as the twin gripped her hips and moved her up and down; using her to stroke his cock while Tirrius demanded her attention. She struggled to listen to him, to hear him, the building pleasure and pressure of his mimic and its echo of his magic making everything but the need for them fade away. She vaguely wondered if this was what it was like to die at the hands of an incubus, but those thoughts quickly drifted away as Tirrius' words rang clearly through her mind like a bell. As if he were talking to her through the lust.

Tell me what you most want.

"I want to be the most powerful witch the world has ever seen."

It fell from her lips like oil. Viscous and dark. A stain of truth that Tzipora had never even admitted to herself. Not so plainly. Her drive, her motivation, her tenacity… it was all to be the best. The best of her class, the best of her coven, the best in the world… Her ambition knew little boundaries and spread like ivy to twist and wrap around every aspect of her life until anything that didn't suit her goals was suffocated.

Her eyes held his as he pushed her down the length of his torso, the clone holding tightly to her hips to keep her anchored against its cock as Tirrius himself grinned down at hers; pressing his own against her lips. Open wide. Her mouth opened, her tongue darting forward to taste the salt of his skin as he pushed into her; both of his cocks in her at once. Her moan was muffled by his dick, the angle change driving the member in her cunt at a sharper angle, dragging against the nerves surrounding her tailbone as her throat constricted around his thickness in a gag. Her eyes watered, pinching closed as her hands pressed against his thighs to help keep herself and keep a little control over how deep he went into her throat.

At least for now.

 

[Staine]

Tirrius could feel her as though it was his own manhood buried in her molten depths, he could feel the pure heat, the way she gripped along every inch of his shaft, dragged down onto it by the mirror image he had created. His hand caressing her cheek, he wondered how the young witch felt about her first time with a demon. For his own part...Tirrius was surprised. He'd always assumed he wasn't missing out on anything, demons were of course superior to humans in every way so by not laying with a human before he had simply been keeping his desires where they belonged for one of his station, partaking in the very best his realm had to offer, Succubi and other such experts of the carnal arts. How could any human possibly compare?

How indeed.

Perhaps it was her inexperience, at least compared to those he was accustomed to or perhaps it was how fragile she was. As his mirror pulled her down onto it's cock yet again. Perhaps it was the look of hunger in her eyes, her enthusiasm or one of a million other small nuances. He growled softly and lifted her chin, forced her to look up at him, a wicked smile on his lips as she confessed to what she wanted the most. "To be the most powerful witch the worlds has ever seen...you don't want for much, do you, my little pet?" Such boldness...like when she had decided to insult him back at the abandoned building, this witch seemed to have no regards for her own safety around him, daring to push the limits of what was wise in his presence. He liked it. He liked the sexual promiscuity...he'd heard rumours a thousand years back that human women were prudish, reserved, but not this one, not his human. He liked how eager the little slut was to take him. His mirror yanked her down yet again and held her against him, leaning close to whisper against her ear while the real Tirrius pushed his cock between her lips, closing his eyes as the sensation threatened to overwhelm his now human body. Pleasure sparked along every nerve, his length pushed towards the back of her throat while the clone grabbed hold of her hair, yanked her head back to make it easier for him to achieve the depth he wanted all while holding her trapped in it's lap. "I can make your dreams come true, your wishes, your desires...I can even make you a fair offer for such power, such training, as long as you swear to be a good girl for your Master..." The clone spoke in a deep tone, the same harshness as the real Tirrius as it made his terms known, trying to bargain with Tzipora. "You want power, recognition, influence. I can teach you magics long lost to your kind, I can teach you how to tap the soul for power, how to leech it from those around you and how to control the flow of magic...tell me, do you have a coven, witch?"

Telling him anything was going to be difficult as he took advantage of the angle her head being yanked back provided, pushing deeper, feeling her throat close around him and groaning softly. Yes, he had to re-evaluate...demonesses were so very predictable, so convinced of their own superiority that here he was being surprised as the girl's moans vibrated along his shaft, as he could almost feel her pulse on his cock, beating in time with his own. He was getting close, the unexpected waves of sensation drawing him in as he ignored her resistance, her hands on his thighs unable to stop him. The clone placed one hand on her hip, still holding her hair tightly as he began once again to lift her up and down, a growl of pleasure echoing in her ear. "I want a guide...I want a servant...perhaps even a partner as I explore this realm...is that so much to ask in return for the power you crave?" The effortless way he drove her down onto his cock was becoming more aggressive, more powerful, faster strokes as he pushed himself towards orgasm, his first with a human woman. "You will be mine, and I will empower you in return...and as a bonus for you, my little slut, my power hungry whore...I even promise to leave your soul intact once I gain my freedom. Intact, and yours to keep, should you wish to no longer by mine." A simple caveat to draw her in.

"We sign our contract the old way..." His hand glowed on her hip, fingertips burning into her flesh. The pain would sear, but there would be no smell of burnt flesh, just a marking of his fingertips. "Cum for me. Give in to the pleasure, take my seed and submit, become mine, or resist and refuse the bargain..." The real Tirrius drove his manhood down into her throat, carefully stretching her around him while the clone did the same from beneath her, both more than ready to seal the deal with the witch, the question was...what did she want?

 

[Pink.]

I can make your dreams come true, your wishes, your desires…

His words fell through her skin, past her muscles and bones and wrapped seductively around her heart. They squeezed, and pulled, and coaxed a shiver from the depths of her soul as Tzipora felt Tirrius completely overtake her. She was drunk off the sensations of his cocks in her body, stretching her lips at both ends to fill her. Her hands gripped and anchored, but as the clone's thick member ground against the very end of her and the press of the demon's cock hit the back of her throat with more than half left to go, Tzipora knew she was powerless. Physically, and magically, she could not stop this.

Even if she had wanted to.

But as the addictive nature of his touch continued to coil into the fabric of her very being, only the tiniest, barest whisper of the morally sound girl Tzipora tried to be still shone like a flickering bulb in the back of her mind.

Those impossibly large eyes rolled up to meet her demon lover's gaze with a rich, dark wanton lust burning inside. Her skin prickled with goose bumps, her scalp tingling as the clone's grip angled her head in such a fashion that the sex buried in her mouth could press deeper. The muscles of her throat resisted, naturally, but Tzipora wasn't new to this discomfort. Her cheeks burned a hazy red, her lashes sweeping half-way down her eyes as she steered herself to relax; swallowing his cock over and over again until she could feel the tight curls of his pelvis against her nose. Her moan vibrated around Tirrius' thick, powerful cock as her cunt squeezed and flexed around his clone's. She could feel his other hand moving to her hip, the searing pain of his fingertips trying to rip a scream from her, but Tzipora was plugged tight.

She could only pinch her eyes closed and try to wriggle herself free, but there was no reprieve. Only the white hot pain of his brand being diluted and overtaken by the sheer, blissful torment of his bodies pumping themselves in and out of her small, fragile body.

And mere heartbeats after his offer, Tzipora came.

Her body shattered around his own, her scream caught like a stone in her chest as she quivered and squirmed, trying desperately to escape and yet never allow it to end simultaneously, all while Tirrius continued to fuck her into oblivion.

 

[Staine]

Tirrius could feel the desire in the mortal witch...not just desire for him but for what he offered, the power, the promise of something no human alive had the ability to obtain on their own. Yes, he was a demon, demon's lied, but Tirrius liked to think he was different...very occasionally he would make a deal he had every intention of keeping, and propose a contract with no hidden loopholes. He had already decided there would be no eternal damnation for this witch if she kept up her end of the bargain, if she obeyed him. There was plenty in this world he longed to experience, he wanted to see how humanity had progressed, he wanted to have his fun little games...corrupting the delicious witch whose lips were currently wrapped around his cock was a good start to his extended vacation. Pleasure surged through his shaft from both her throat as it convulsed around him, massaged him and the hot, slick, molten depths of her pussy around his clone's cock. All of it pushed him towards his own orgasm, helped along by the moans of pain vibration along his manhood as his mark was burned into her hips.

As she started to quiver around him, a sure sign of the pleasure she was receiving from the endless use of her body by Tirrius and his clone, the demon himself started to erupt inside her, his cock throbbing, pulsing as thick ropes of his seed were pumped into her from both ends, a low growl of satisfaction in her ear as both he and his clone tensed, hands holding her hips steady, her head...unable to move she was nothing more than a toy for him in that moment and something about that brought Tirrius more pleasure than he had experienced in a long time. Intriguing...as he slowly pulled out of her throat, the clone remaining in place for now but releasing her so that if she so chose she could rise he couldn't help but think how curious it was that fucking this human had given him more pleasure than trained succubi...was it that he was bonded to her? Was it that she was mortal, that it was so very sinful to corrupt her? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out.

"Good girl...it didn't take long for you to show your true colours, did it, mortal?" His tone was slightly mocking though the praise was genuine, Tirrius was of course more than happy with his new subject. "The most powerful witch the world has ever seen...not an easy request, but give me your obedience, guide me in this world and never lie to me...and you shall be exactly that. Power, knowledge, skill...even life everlasting should you desire it...I can show you how to obtain it all." Reaching down, he tenderly cupped her cheek and for the first time he had a warm smile...showing something akin to affection....Tirrius wasn't usually sentimental but he did like making deals, it gave him a sense of purpose, and she was his now, after all. "I will forgive you for not answering my question as your mouth was full...I will have to teach you how to communicate with your thoughts in future, but answer it now...do you have a coven? I don't imagine they will look fondly upon you if they discover my existence..."

 

[Pink.]

Tzipora's eyes streamed tears down her cheeks as Tirrius pulled himself free from her mouth. Her mascara ran in dark lines down her face, her cheeks flushed a bright red and her purple hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin as she coughed and gasped; her body straightening up and leaning back against the clone's solid form. Her pussy clenched as the angle changed, her small whimper sharp in her own ears as she shifted her gaze to look up at the demon and his smug expression as he stared down at her.

Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, her face twisted in an expression of uncertainty and pain. Did she regret what she'd just done? There was a moment where it felt as if she were trying to force herself to regret it, but in truth… Tzi wasn't sure. She wanted what he promised her, and was willing to do nearly anything to get there. The opportunity to align herself with a powerful being and reap the benefits had been too good to pass up. Now, however, she was stuck with the consequences.

She gingerly touched her hip where the second had marked her with their magic, her chin dipping to glance to the brand as she shivered. The aftershocks of her orgasm swept through her, and the continued pleasure of his clone's cock filling her cunt eased her away from that lingering pain. She could feel the tingle of electricity just under her skin, the heat that blistered her flesh and bone down to the very soul of her. They were already bound by mistake, but this brand made it intentional. Agreed upon. She watched her hand tremble as it hovered over her hip before lifting her gaze back up to his, surprised by how comforting the caress of his palm against her cheek was. It was something she'd have to investigate later. Now was not the time.

"Yes," she croaked, her voice hoarse after being fucked down her throat, her grimace indicative of the discomfort that still lingered as she swallowed, "We have twelve witches, and three Elders."

Small, perhaps, but powerful enough to produce and mold a witch with Tzipora's potential. She licked her lips as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her hands cradling her abdomen where she could still feel him inside of her. Staying like this, even for just a few more moments, helped prolong that pleasure that overpowered the pain, but now she finally started to ease away by rolling onto her side and pulling herself up to rest her head against a pillow. She laid there for a heartbeat, feeling her body throb before turning her attention back to the pair of them.

"Please, don't hurt them. I can keep you a secret if you trust me. They'll never know."

Until she was powerful enough to protect them, anyway.

Them being her coven… and herself and Tirrius.

 

[Staine]

The way her mascara ran held some appeal to the demonic overlord, just a roadmap of where her tears had fallen as he'd had his way with her throat..yes, it was something he could definitely get used to as he brushed his thumb over them, wiping them away. There was more than a little appeal about this mortal witch, it actually surprised him how enticing he was starting to find her. At first she had been merely just a challenger, somebody who had tried to send him back, who had stood in his path to freedom from the underworld but now? Now they were bonded, linked...he couldn't kill her if he wanted to and he wanted to less and less as the minutes passed, as he learned that perhaps some human's had their uses...and not just sexual either. While she looked radiant in his eyes, panting, chest rising and falling as he cupped her cheek and pondered what life could be like on the surface, how he could gain strength here, perhaps stay longer than he intended if he had help...he wondered what she was thinking too. He had given up a great deal of his power as he had left, he wouldn't have been able to maintain it outside of his own little kingdom so unfortunately he had to guess whereas he might have been able to worm his way into her thoughts back home.

Watching as she checked on the mark he had burned into her he heard her reply, smirking at the hoarseness of her voice. He could maybe help heal that...but with him so close and bonded to her it likely wouldn't take long anyway. "Twelve witches and three elders...including you I assume." Considering the covens of old it wasn't very many at all, but they could still pose a threat to him should they learn of his presence and decide to try and send him back. Tirrius wouldn't risk being sent home yet, not when he had only just gotten here, this was his vacation, his time to explore, he'd looked forward to this moment for so very long. If they all had the same potential as his little witch did, then...he would need to be careful, or strike first. As she eased herself from his clone's manhood, sending a small ripple of pleasure down his own shaft as they were still connected he turned to sit down, looking as though he would impale himself on his own clone's cock, though instead they simply merged as one, the energy he had expended on creating it flowing back into him...or what was left of it. "Don't hurt them? You care for them, mortal?" Turning his head to her, he raised an eyebrow and tried not to show how drained he was. This was more than just the power he had given to his second back in the underworld, it was like there was a toll being forced on him just for being in the mortal realm, he was still powerful but just creating a copy of himself, the small magic he had shown off was more draining than he had anticipated.

He reached out, touching the marks he had left on her hip. "You know I am not made for trust, I require more than that. An oath...one bound by the link we share...have you ever made such a covenant before?" Grabbing her thigh he pulled her down the bed and leaned over her, turning so that he had to bring his knees up onto the bed. "If you betray me, your soul is forfeit...if I am sent back to my realm then you come with me...that is the deal we make. I may hurt you here...I have tastes that lean that way and you will sate them...but should you ever cross me and you find yourself in my home...you'll suffer for the rest of time...do you understand that, Tzipora?" As he spoke his hand caressed her, gliding up and down her flank, over her breast, not trying to arouse or titillate, this was something else...a sign that he felt he owned her. And didn't he? "Swear on your soul to me, know that once you do it will be as binding as if you signed it in your own blood...and I will leave them to their own devices for so long as they do not threaten me, that is my promise." Chuckling, he looked away from her, around her room, then smirked as he glanced back down into her eyes. "You only have one bed in here...this is where mortals sleep, is it not? It seems we will be sharing it."

 

[Pink.]

She flicked those bright eyes up to his own after watching him fall into himself and become one again, a scene that would have at any other point in her life have her questioning her sanity, her expression twisting into one of confused disbelief. But it wasn't for what he had done, but what he just said. Did she care for them? They were women who had taught her, guided her, raised her… her own mother and aunt. Her grandmother. Cousins and sisters and friends since her earliest memories. They were her family.

"Of course I do, I-"

Her whisper was cut short by the caress of his hand over the marks he had left upon her, her voice faltering and dissolving on her tongue as his thumb brushed over the raised scar. Those doe-like eyes watched his face as her palm lifted from where it had been draped over her stomach to hover just beside his hand; unsure whether to stop him or hold his touch there. It felt… soothing, even as her flesh bristled with a lingering burning sensation under his fingertip.

His sudden change in grip and yank of her body down closer to his own had her bracing her hands against his forearms as he leaned over her, her knees bent and parted to the sides of his legs to make room for him to kneel between her thighs. His face hovered over hers, his hand gliding up the curves of her body as he smirked down at her and whispered those warning words before his eyebrow raised in question. Does she understand? Her tongue darted from between her swollen pink lips and swept along the bottom half to draw her lower between her teeth as she nodded.

The way his palm pressed against her skin, how his thumb and fingertips dragged against her skin, cupping, pinching, simply because he wanted to made her shiver. It wasn't sexual so much as showing her that he could, and would. Her lashes fluttered softly as she released her lower lip and inhaled a trembling breath as she heard his last words.

"I swear my soul to you…

"...Master."

Tzipora still didn't want to address him like that in public, and would continue to argue against it and try to get him to accept some other title if he needed one, but she wanted him to know that she was willing to compromise. Behind closed doors, she would address him however he wanted. In public they needed to work together to not raise suspicion. Her expression softened when he chuckled, clearly pleased before he broke his gaze from hers and looked out into her room. His acknowledgement of her small room and mattress made her laugh with a breath before she started to shift underneath him and scoot herself closer to the edge.

"You're a big guy but we can make it work," she sighed, gesturing and guiding him to lay down on the bed beside her. If he did, she would then slide herself down beside him on her hip, propped up on her elbow as she reached for the blanket at their feet and started to pull it up and over their legs as she continued to speak, "we can both lay on our sides and spoon, or I can tuck into you like this."

Laying her head down on his shoulder, she looked up at him from under the thick veils of her lashes as her hands rested against his hip and across his chest. The moment she curled into his side she felt her body begin to sink into the mattress; the tension melting from her body as the exhaustion finally caught up to her. Her eyes started to get heavy, her blinks becoming longer as she shifted her weight and pulled in a little tighter. Her voice was softly slurred when she spoke again.

"If you don't sleep… please just… don't be loud… or move… a lot... "

Her eyes were stuck closed now. Her face flushed the most delicate pink across her cheeks and the tip of her nose as she found herself falling faster and harder into her dreams.

"... I have… class… in the… m-"

The last word was nearly unintelligible as the heavy velvet weight of sleep fell over her and pushed her down the rabbit hole of sleep, and she would remain so until her alarm started to shriek from her phone very little time later.

Tzipora woke with a start, flinging herself out of the bed and landing hard on the floor in a tangle of blankets and sheets; leaving Tirrius suddenly exposed on the bed above.

"Goddamnit!" she hissed as she kicked herself free of the covers and started to crawl over to where that god awful sound was coming from; cursing the thing with a hiss as she finally reached her backpack and started to dig inside. Once she got the evil banshee in her hands she quickly excused the alarm and then flopped onto her side with a whine. That had definitely not been enough sleep. Her body ached deeply, her throat and pussy both feeling bruised as she stared up at the ceiling with a pout. This wasn't a class she could miss either… She had to present her paper to her peers. Fuck.

Lifting her hands, she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her knuckles, phone still in the cage of her coiled fingers, she finally started to sit up with a grumble.

 

[Staine]

Tirrius tilted his head slightly, looking up at the witch as she seemed to almost struggle with the answer, though he suspected it was more due to worry than actually not caring for her coven. Indeed, the way she said it made him curious about them even more, but if he was to gain her trust, which he very much would need, he would have to keep to his word. "Then you have a fine motivation to not betray me..." That word again...it was a word often used in his world, betrayal, a common thing that one expected from everybody they met, something you learned to predict...but he was not in the mood for such games of intrigue here, Tirrius wanted to enjoy his time in the realm, not be chasing shadows at every opportunity and nothing he knew of humans suggested they were quite as partial to backstabbing as his own kind. Sure, they had their moments, their bad seeds...but for the most part they had their own codes, believed in such things as honour. He wondered what it would be like, to actually trust somebody, and wondered if this could be that somebody. He chuckled as she called him Master, a clear sign that she was at least trying to win him over. It was enough, for now. "Your coven will be safe...just keep them from me and I shall not seek them out...I have all the witch I need right before, me, isn't that so, pet?" Letting her guide him on the bed, he found he rather enjoyed the position they ended up in, slipping his arm beneath her to pull her closer to him. "This is fine...it's closer than I am used to, back home I don't often share my bed for...sleeping." The pause before the word was deliberately chosen. He gave a deep chuckle and laid his head back against the pillow as she was drifting off, closing his own eyes. "Of course I sleep...what a ridiculous thing to say. Do men not sleep in your world?"

It didn't take long until he fell asleep himself, holding her near him, the warmth of her body and the pressure of it up against him strangely comforting. In his sleep, his dreams...he dreamt of a deep, green lake, of his throne back in his own realm, of a dark woods with rays of moonlight shining through the canopy of leaves and falling upon the skull of something that looked almost human as robed figures chanted around it in a strange language that even he couldn't place, and of Tzipora with a look of sheer terror on her face behind them. His eyes snapped open to the sound of something strange, loud and piercing as the noise repeated itself and the witch scrambled towards it. Turning his head towards her he was met with her naked rear, laughing softly as she cursed and reaching over, letting fingers trace the curves, following them downwards and between her thighs. "Are you trying to tempt me, pet? That won't work...this time." His hand found it's way to the mark his had left on her hip, the sign of the contract burned into her flesh. Sitting up and pulling the covers from himself, he felt rejuvenated, stretching as he stood and looking down at Tzipora. "You said you have class today, so this is a place of learning, yes? I think I'd like to explore while you're busy, see what this world has to offer, starting with this...what did you say this place was called?" She hadn't, but he still expected her to answer. Closing his eyes, the same clothes he had the day before started to materialize for him. Hearing what class she had, he smiled down at her, a mischievous look that said he wasn't telling her everything. "Interesting. You'll have to hurry if you're to make it...I think I will leave you to dress yourself...I assume you can manage that, can't you?" He reached down, caressing her cheek again, an affectionate touch to what he considered to be his. "Remember our deal, but I am sure I will see you sooner rather than later."

He left before she could really object, though if she tried they would have been ignored anyway. As he left, the marks he had left on her would grow almost cool, the heat leaving them as he got further away from her. Tirrius didn't want to interfere with her school life too much, but he wanted to toy with his pet a little more and spent the next twenty minutes wandering, looking at the students rushing to their classes, following the signposts to find where each would be held and trying not to think about all the things he saw that he had no explanation for, the devices like the one Tzipora had used to wake her in the morning, all of the younger people seemed to be obsessed with them, tapping against the glowing glass screens without so much as looking up to see the beautiful world around them. A shame...if they could only see where he had come from then perhaps they would find it of more interest, perhaps they would savour the simple things around them. Following the signposts he managed to find the room he wanted, questioning a nearby student to get the name he was looking for, then all he had to do was wait. As the man stepped out of the room, a tall, lithe looking man wearing horn-rimmed glasses to cover his green eyes, short brown hair that was a little messy and wearing what one would normally consider a stereotypcal teacher's outfit, brown slacks and a jacket that even came with the leather patches on the elbows he knew he had found who he was looking for. Smirking, he held out his hand without a word. Humans...they trusted so easily, he thought, as the man reached out to take it.

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Walking into the classroom still felt strange...knowing he could do this didn't make it any easier. The body felt weird, it wasn't designed for his comfort like his human form had been and he could feel the human mind trying to wake up within, not that it really stood much of a chance. He could let it wake, if he wanted to, but he wanted full control and was enjoying soaking up the knowledge this human had, learning much more about the world than he could through ordinary means. He also knew personal details...that the man was going through what humans called a divorce, a breaking up of marriage, that his name was Steven Cooper, a teacher of Philosophy in this college, that he had been doing this for several years and that he often enjoyed taking illicit glances at his female students when they weren't looking. As he walked to his desk and put down the bag the man had been carrying, he couldn't blame him, so many of them looked so ripe for the taking and yet he also knew he wasn't meant to touch them, could lose his job for doing so. Such a hard life. Turning to the whiteboard behind him, he wrote on it, just one word.

Demons.

"Today, we have a special lesson, class." Even his voice sounded strange to him, not that his own human voice was his but...at the same time, it was his. "Are demons real? If they are, what do you suppose they are like? Do you think they walk among us? You won't need your textbooks for this one, I want to have a lesson where we all talk instead, after you all present your papers, of course. Doesn't that sound like fun?" He smirked as he looked around the room, his eyes falling on the one student he knew would have some interesting answers.