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Professor James Priestley peered cautiously up and down the History Department corridor, then stepped back inside his office and firmly closed and locked the sturdy wooden door. Next, he crossed to the window, shut it, and drew the blinds fully closed, despite his office being a few stories off the ground. For what he was about to do, there could be absolutely no interruptions, and no witnesses. For one, this was far too sensitive an experiment. For another, he could not bear the mockery he would receive from his colleagues and, much worse, his students. They would never understand, not once they saw him in that absurd get-up.
With a last lingering look of regret and resignation, James hauled the white robe over his head—he was tall, so the linen fell somewhat short of his ankles—then perched the high-peaked miter cap atop his head. Unlike the other regalia, these "ritual robes" had been easy to obtain: at the local Spirit Halloween. He was, in fact, dressed as a Pope. Close enough. Getting a hold of calf's skin he could use as a parchment, painting it with the sexangled figure of Solomon, and sewing it on the robe's skirt had been trickier and required some undeveloped arts and crafts skills.
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Next, a belt of lionskin was out of the question, but thankfully the ritual permitted deerskin instead—he doubted few if any of the conjurers had gone for lionskin even in the Middle Ages. These days, even deerskin was rarer, but thank God for hunters and specialist leatherworkers on Etsy. James had inscribed the special names around it himself for accuracy. This he wrapped around his waist and cinched it. As he did so, he intoned, at first awkwardly and hoping no one was eavesdropping, but then with greater confidence. "By the figurative mystery of these holy vestures or vestments, I will clothe me with the armour of salvation in the strength of the highest, Ancor Amacor Amides Theodonias Anitor, that my desired end may be effected through the strength of Adonay to whom the praise and glory will forever and ever belong. Amen."
All he was missing was a sword or scepter, but the former seemed too dangerous to swing about and the latter too expensive, and he could find a role for neither in the rituals, so he ignored it. The Pope costume had come with a crucifix on a staff, all in gleaming golden plastic, but bringing a crucifix to a demon summoning seemed, well, counterproductive. Then again, James thought with a chuckle, if it worked, a crucifix might come in handy.
Next were the lamen, amulets, one bearing the pentagonal figure of Solomon, the other with the sign and name of the demon to be summoned. The first he'd ordered off Etsy, the second he'd made entirely himself, inscribing a disc of wood and threading a leather cord through a hole. Okay, he could have ordered one off Etsy too, but they only had the usual designs of the big-name demons for the goth posers. This one was special, even unique, found only in the dusty goetic manuscripts he'd uncovered. And somehow, it felt more personal to handcraft it. In the middle was a complex rectilinear design reminiscent of electrical circuity, a maze of lines, circles, and triangles, but with a curly tail ending in a love heart. In a ring around the outside were letters: S U C C U B U S. He hung it around his neck, so it rested over his heart. Why the succubus? Well, he was hardly going to start out by summoning a king of Hell like Asmodeus or Baal, was he? Best to start small.
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Lastly, and it felt most importantly, he slipped the silver ring over the middle finger of his left hand. The Ring of Solomon. One of them, anyway. Yes, its provenance was vague and yes he'd obtained it from the same dubious source as the documents, but it was genuine, as far as he could tell, given its ancient, roughly made, and well-worn appearance. Certainly, it was a signet ring bearing one of the many purported versions of the Seal of Solomon, forged and worn by some medieval summoner; he doubted it really could be the fabled ring of King Solomon. Nevertheless, James clenched his hand into a fist, and felt a peculiar feeling of power surge through him. The power of a king. He supposed he must really be getting into this.
Yet, when all was done, he looked, and felt, ridiculous. Less a fearful medieval conjurer, more a cut-price costume-party Pope. Still, he realized it did give him some insight: perhaps the self-consciousness was the point. Those old demonologists, themselves often clergymen, dressed their rituals up in religious iconography and prayer and themselves in actual vestments, as if to convince themselves what they were doing was no sin, that their attempted trafficking with demons was somehow within the strictures of the church. They must've felt even more self-conscious: ashamed in the eyes of God.
No wonder the other part was purification. James had already showered in the gym after training. Now he simply washed his hands and face with a splash of bottled spring water and anointed his temples and eyes with holy oils, patting his hands dry on his robes. "Thou shalt purge me with hyssop oh Lord, and I shall be clean. Thou shalt wash me and I shall be whiter than snow." James quoted the psalm.
Next, there was something vague about smoke and perfume, and a whole chafing dish or brazier. Well, he wasn't getting a portable barbecue into his office. James simply lit a candle and some joss sticks bought from down at the university market, down among the hipsters and hippies. Finally, he switched off the lights, casting his book-lined office into dim, smoky, flickering candlelight and shadows. That wasn't part of the ritual; it was entirely for the mood.
Finally, James unrolled across the floor a large poster-sized sheet of paper, depicting a complete and fully detailed goetic magic circle and binding triangle, which he had drawn with meticulous care and accuracy. Sure, he could have purchased it as a rug off Amazon or Etsy again—the Internet truly was a boon to the modern magician—but he wanted to be more historically faithful and wasn't sure it would look good in his living room. James stood in the center of the larger magic circle, facing the triangle into which the actual demon was meant to appear.
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And now… the hard part. He picked up his version of the first conjuration from the Lemegeton Clavicula Salomonis Rex, commonly called The Lesser Key of Solomon, corrected for mistranslations, spelling errors, bad grammar, shorthand, and Ye Olde English, and began to read out the still-difficult text, slowly and carefully and as loudly as he dared. "Beralanensis, Baldachiensis, Paumachia, and Apologia Sedes, by the most mighty kings and powers, and the most powerful princes, genii, Liachidæ, ministers of the Tartarean seat, chief prince of the seat of Apologia, in the ninth legion, I invoke you, Succubus, and by invocating, conjure you. And being armed with power from the supreme majesty, I strongly command you, by Him who spoke and it was done." James paused for breath; his mouth felt dry, his skin warm, and his eyes stinging as the air grew smokier—that's what he got for lighting candles and joss sticks in a closed room, he supposed ruefully. Nevertheless, he continued, getting ever more focused on the conjuration. "And by all the names of God, and by the name Adonay, El, Elohim, Elohe Zebaoth, Elion, Escherehie, Jah, Tetragrammaton, Saday, Lord God most high, we exorcise you and powerfully command you, that you forthwith appear unto us, here before this circle, in a fair humane shape, without any deformity or ugliness." Just as well, really, who wanted a demonically ugly succubus? "And without delay, do you come, from all parts of the world to make rational answers unto all things which I shall ask of you, and come you peaceably, visibly and affably without delay, manifesting what I desire, being conjured by the name of the eternal living and true God Helioren. I conjure you by the especial and true name of your God that you owe obedience unto and by the name of your king, which beareth rule over you, that forthwith you come without tarrying, and fulfil my desires, and command, and persist unto the end, and according to my intentions." A beautiful succubus to help him and obey him and fulfill all his desires; he could almost see her now, dancing in the rapidly flickering shadows that adorned the walls and bookshelves. The smoke and incense had a heady quality to it, making James's head spin; he must be near hallucinating. And the smoke had grown thicker now, much more than a candle and joss sticks could output; his eyes were tearing up so badly he soon could hardly see the page. No matter; he'd studied it well and knew this part by heart now. And he could hardly stop himself, with power flowing through his rising voice and into the magical symbols and shapes, with blood rushing to his head and to his manhood. "And I conjure you by him whom all creatures are obedient unto and by this ineffable name Tetragrammaton Jehovah, which being heard, the elements are overthrown; the air is shaken, the sea runneth back, the fire is quenched, the earth trembles and all the hosts of celestials, terrestrials and infernals do tremble, and are troubled and confounded together, that you come visibly and affably, speak unto me with a clear voice intelligible, and without any ambiguity. Therefore come you in the name Adonay Zebaoth; Adonay, Amiorem, come, come, why stay you? Hasten: Adonay Saday, the king of kings commandeth you!"
The last line burst out as an unintended shout... and fell on an empty summoning triangle. James felt just a little bit disappointed. Well, what had he expected: this to actually work? After all, it had only been a practical experiment, to gain insight into the minds of medieval magicians, their conflicts of faith and desire, who'd surely have been just as disappointed at this point. Of course none of this was real, just a historical gimmick or a sham. Still, he'd felt that surge of power and authority, as if, just for a moment, he'd truly believed it would work, and he had an awkward erection to show for it.
Then James realized just how smoky his office had become, the air above his head and around him dense and fragrant with ash, incense, brimstone, and musk. He could hardly see through it. It couldn't be just the candle and joss sticks. Then he dreaded: all his books and papers, some rare, unique, beyond valuable, and imminently flammable. He also became aware of a distant repeating tone, sharp and piercing—the building smoke alarm.
"Fuck!" James swore and dashed to the window, out of the magic circle, to whip up the blinds and fling open the pane, letting the smoke billow out. He spun around, peering through the smoke, trying to see what was burning in the slowly clearing air and wondering where the nearest extinguisher was.
That was when he heard the giggle.
Kanna
She had watched him through the fog as he had completed the summoning. He was a curious one, nothing like the others that had called her forth in ages past. He didn't have the look of the priests that had summoned her once, clad in their false regiments and smelling of hypocrisy. Nor did he have the look or feel of the more depraved sorcerer's, the ones that had just wanted something to slake their more depraved lusts and desires on. At first she believed him to be completely naive, as he had not inscribed a name into the summoning. But as she had settled against the wooden desk in the corner to observe him, she felt herself held in place all of a sudden. She looked at the surface of the desk and smirked at seeing the more complicated circle inscribed on a roll of parchment. Maybe not completely naive then. She also could now feel power coming from him, beginning a binding. She looked back at him and noticed the amulet that was obviously handmade, putting more power into the binding. But it was the ring on his finger that glinted as he attempted to wave away the fog. Well well, it would seem he had that object of power. It had been a long time indeed since she or her sisters had felt that power.
She watched, amused, as he seemed to panic slightly as the fog deepened. The glance he threw around the room showed her he was probably thinking the fog came from a fire if the looks at his many books was any indication. She let herself solidify completely as she perched on top of the large desk. Her features were definitely beautiful as was appropriate for a demon of her kind, a succubus. Her body was all curves and barely covered by the skimpy pair of panties and bra strap that covered her in a deep black. She grinned her red painted lips as he dashed to the window and waved out the lingering fog from her summoning. A little giggle spilled from her, her head tilting and allowing her long blonde hair to fall over one shoulder. A pair of curved black horns settled at the crown of her head and a long, thin, forked tail waved behind her playfully. Her glowing amber eyes looked back at him in playfulness and curiosity. "Well hello there. It's been quite some time since I was summoned." Her voice was almost bell like with a slight huskiness to it. "Are you going to finish that binding you have started? A partial binding doesn't feel very comfortable, you know."
James
His eyes and his mind, unused to magic and conjuration as they were, decided the smoke had cleared and revealed her, rather than that she had solidified out of it and drawn much of it into her, yet something still nagged at him about unnatural it was. But when he saw her, James rocked back a step, astonished at how breathtakingly beautiful she was, from her full bust to her hourglass figure to her curved hips and butt, atop long sleek legs, with a face that was to him at once sultry and sexy but also adorable, playful, and sweetly ingenuous, the perfect balance of youthful vitality and the full bloom of womanhood that a man must lust for. And the horns, tail, and fiery eyes promised so much more. Lost for words, lost for breath, lost even for thoughts, James just started "What...?" Could it really have worked...?
Then reality came crashing in once more, insisting that no, this could not be real, that there was no magic or demons, no heaven or hell, and that he knew what this should be instead. James stiffened, took a step toward, and demanded "What is this, some kind of prank? Cosplay?" She must be a student, he decided, she seemed about the right age, though he couldn't guess it exactly. Late teens or early twenties. Was she one of his? Regrettably, he couldn't remember her, not with that get up, not with that lacy lingerie distracting him, and no name came to mind. Trying not to look at her below the neck, sensing charges of inappropriate behavior with a student on the horizon, James continued sternly "Young lady, you must know this," he waved blindly at the lacy black lingerie and what must be brilliant cosplay that barely covered her all-too-gorgeous body, "Is incredibly inappropriate attire for a student. Who put you up to this: a sorority, or my colleagues? Damn it, my research into medieval magical traditions is a valid area of historical study, I do not expect it to actually work, and I do not appreciate this continuing mockery." he went on, railing as if part of an ongoing argument with department staff, university heads, the student body, and everybody else who nicknamed him Doctor Strange or Merlin. Then he realized what he was still wearing and how much it spoiled his indignation. With a sour face, he whipped off his Pope hat, flung it into the corner, and began to haul his fake vestments off, lifting them up and over his head. This meant that, momentarily, he could not see her.
Kanna
Her eyes glowed with amusement as he ranted. Oh he was very entertaining indeed. A summoner that didn't actually believe his spell would work despite the fact that he put down quite impressive runes and had one of the most potent demon controlling artifacts on his finger. She could at least understand most of his rantings. Her kind were able to look into the mortal plane so as to keep up with the progress of humans and not look like clueless idiots when pulled over. Although that hadn't happened in quite a long time. She knew him to be an educator and seemed to be believing her to be either a student at his academy or some other youth sent to play a prank on him. Well....that was easily rectified.
Her throaty laugh would have certainly drawn his attention back to her as soon as he had rid himself of his 'vestments'. She allowed her wings to form from the shadows of the room right before his eyes. Two large bat like wings flapped slightly, blowing the last of the fog from the room with a gentle breeze. Her smile now a full grin showing off a pair of sharp canines. She used her prehensile tail to pick up the paper with the more complex summon circle from his desk and wave it slightly in the air. "To be summoned after so long is indeed a treat. But to have a summoner, who is not only competent enough to pull it off but also be in possession of the powerful Ring of Solomon, not even believe the fruits of his own labor....well that is just amusing." She knew for a fact that her wings and free moving tail should be enough to disabuse him of the notion of her not being exactly what she was. She just wondered how long it would take his obviously academic mind to come to terms with what he had just managed to accomplish. She idly hoped it would be quickly as she hadn't been lying, the uncomplete binding was feeling a bit uncomfortable.
James
With the white robes still halfway up and over his head, James strode blindly across the office, past the gorgeous girl waiting on his desk. Beneath, he was dressed in tweed jacket, white shirt, trousers, and shoes, but his stuffy professorial image belied a powerful, masculine figure: more 6 foot 4 inches tall, broad shouldered and long limbed, muscular without being bulky. A legacy of working out and training in medieval swordsmanship. He also had a devilishly handsome face, with narrow jaw, full lips, piercing dark eyes beneath a low brow, and salt-and-pepper dark hair and beard. A man for whom 'tall, dark, and handsome' had been coined, he was less the medieval conjurer, more the medieval knight.
Finally divested of the pope costume, he folded it roughly in half and draped it over his chair, and, facing away, discreetly tried to shift his stubborn erection to point down his trouser leg. Then he angrily turned to the door. He was ready to turf this girl out and expose the pranksters who were no doubt waiting on the other side, sniggering into their camera phones. But, with his hand on the knob, he hesitated, and checked the handle. It was locked. He unlocked it, opened the door, and peered out into the corridor. Empty and silent. Of course, the smoke had set off the building fire alarm; it was off now, but the department must have been evacuated. He, and she, were the only ones present, for several minutes anyway.
James carefully closed the door, and locked it again. "I locked this door." he said softly into the frame, realization stealing slowly into a mind still refusing to accept the impossible. "I locked the window." He turned to face his visitor, his dark eyes regarding her in a new light. "How did you get in here?" he interrogated, his anger giving way to wary curiosity. Somehow, he already knew the answer, he just could not, dared not, give voice to it in case he really was going insane.
He was answered by throaty laughter, by the sight of intangible shadows creeping across the walls and through the air and becoming functional, very solid wings and beating a breeze that whispered across his bearded face. The animated tail waving his notes back at him simply rubbed it in. A chill of dread settled over him, a shiver over his shoulders and down his back, as James found himself face to face with the unreal, the unnatural, and the unholy, all in one gloriously beautiful body. His thoughts were fleeting, scarcely believed even now. But he had done it. He had summoned her. A demon. A succubus. It was all real after all. "Oh my god." James whispered. So much for being an atheist.
With all his understanding and his whole worldview challenged, broken, and thoroughly shattered, James felt lost, bewildered. He'd always been the sort of academic to tell himself that, if what he held to be fact was ever proven false, he would investigate, reconsider, and change his stance. He could not have imagined it would be disproven so completely, however. And the Ring of Solomon too...? Heaven and hell, angels and demons, God and Satan, myths and legends, it was all on the table now. It was too much and too big to take in. In the end, the history professor fell back on reassuring procedure, research, and knowledge and to react to this strange girl in his office as if she was one of his students. Focus on the steps, on one thing at a time. Finish the binding, right. "Shouldn't you be in the triangle?" James said plainly, glancing to the three-foot wide triangle enclosing a circle on the floor as he came over to her. Then he realized she was waving his discarded earlier draft, and chuckled, with a wry smile on his bearded face. "Ah. I couldn't decide if it should be 'Anephezaton' or 'Anephenaton'. Never mind." He was buying time, thinking, trying to work out what to do next and how to process this. He hadn't been prepared for this to actually work.
"Excuse me," he offered with a slightly shy, apologetic smile as he tugged his notes out from beneath her bare thigh, then riffled through a few pages. There were many repeat conjurations, curses, and contingencies, as if expecting this to fail as it really ought to, and little for if it was actually successful. Standing facing the succubus, his eyes crossing from the page to her fiery eyes, James read out falteringly "Welcome spirit... Succubus, I say you are welcome unto me because I called you... through Him who created both Heaven, Earth, and Hell and, uh, all that is contained in them and you have obeyed." It was discomforting to read out prayers now he knew them to be true. "Also by the same power that I called you forth, I bind you, that you remain affable and visible here before this circle in this triangle..., well, before me, so constant and so long as I have occasion for you and not to depart without my license until you have faithfully and truly performed my will without any falsity... Amen." James ended awkwardly.
Was there anything else? James frantically checked his notes, reading out "For a gay time, call upon ye, ah, the minor spirit Succubus. She is a lusty and playful wench who appeareth as an imp of comely womanly forme. This is her seal to be worne before the magician so she will be obedient to you." James raised his Succubus amulet to her. "The magician must offer sacrifices unto her of treats and maketh kind words so she doe him homage upon his scepter and serve his pleasure." James looked up into her beautiful face; she was indeed comely. So, kind words and treats. "I take it that is you? Well, the description does you little justice, my lady, but you are indeed comely." James made a small, courtly bow, smiling up at her seated queen-like on his desk. Reading out all this medieval text was making him speak and act like the chivalrous knight he was built like. "As for treats, I'm afraid I come unprepared. I think I can offer you... a chocolate bar?" A paltry offering, he knew. He frowned, knowing he'd forgotten something. "Hmm, I don't have a scepter..."
Kanna
She watched him, grinning, as he seemed to come to a realization on his situation. She idly licked her lips as she got a better look at his physique. He was much more attractive than the frumpy men that had summoned her in ages past. While he may be an educator, it was obvious he took care of his body. She only regretted she could not see more of him without his many layers. At his utterance of god her head fell back as she let out a laugh. Oh he would be fun, she was sure of it.
She giggled as he questioned her appearance outside of his circle and noticed her waving the more complicated inscription. While usually her kind would be bound to the circle, it was a combination of the paper having the stronger incantation and the fact he Solomon's artifact that had her manifesting elsewhere. She appeared nearest the stronger inscription and the ring gave him automatic control where it was usually the circle that did that. She nodded at him as he idly commented on his confusion on the similar translations. When he reached for the papers she was sitting on, she decided to play with him a bit and made a slow go of it moving off of them. Letting her thighs fall further apart as she shifted from the papers, grinning as he became a little more flustered.
As he intoned the next part of the binding, her shoulders relaxed a bit more and she gave him an honest smile in thanks. She let out a giggle as he read aloud the words of a sorcerer from long past. The mortals of the past were very colorful in their wording. She hummed at his compliments, a low rumble of pleasure almost sounding like a purr. But it was his last words that had her falling back against his desk in a fit of giggles, her shakes causing her breasts to bounce enticingly. After a few moments she got herself under control and sat back up. She maneuvered herself until she was sitting on her heels, knees spread almost in invitation, and looked up him with a playful grin. "Two things. First of all, you need my name to complete the binding. For that you need only ask. As for the second, re-read the ancient sorcerer's words again. But think on their double meaning." To give him a hint of what she meant she felt her eyes glow with the inherent lust of her kind as she slowly looked him over from head to toe. Pausing over a very obvious area of his body and licking her lips hungrily before raising her eyes back to his.
James
His lips pressed tightly together in a touch of irritation, James watched her roll around on his desk, wondering just what was so funny and fretting over the state of his papers. He couldn't be too annoyed, though—she did look so very lovely there, giggling and jiggling, her chest heaving, her legs spreading before him. Instinctively, his hands half-opened and half-closed in the desire to touch her, her body, her tail, her horns, just to confirm that she was real, to feel her soft skin, to hold her luscious curves. And then James realized: yes, he really could. It might not be why he had summoned her, but it was why she was here. To satisfy his every desire.
So, he was slightly distracted when she finally explained. James frowned and reread the line, but realized he already understood just what she was hinting at. "To be honest, it crossed my mind; I just didn't think the medieval writers were capable of such innuendo..." Trailing off, he looked back up at her, his gaze taking in the skimpy panties between her parted thighs, the magnificent bust straining against a bra, and the beautiful face framed by golden locks and crowned by black horns. And he found her glowing eyes roaming down him in the same way, lingering on his bulging crotch, her mouth parting hungrily and tongue moistening her lips. "Ah..." Automatically, James raised his right hand to cup her cheek, caressing the soft skin and fine jaw—she was real—their eyes met, and they knew one another's want. His hand, large and strong but as soft and agile as a writer's, drifted down her slender neck and chest, to the tops of her breasts, his expression one of amazement that she even existed, that she was here, that she was his.
Taking his hand away, James felt a flush of heat, his heart race, a rush of blood up to his head and down to his manhood. He felt his cock twitch against his leg, hardening further; earlier, it was some stray energy of the summoning, he guessed, but it was all due to her now. There was no way he was getting that down with her around—bar one.
Was he really going to do this? Fuck yes.
With a sigh, not in surrender or resignation, because he desired this too, but rather in weary amusement at the strange course of this day, James began to unbuckle his belt. As he did, he spoke, keeping his mind distracted yet focused, so he could keep approaching this act purely as practical research. Yeah, right. "In the medieval ceremony of homage, the vassal would go down on one knee before their lord or king, they clasped hands, and the vassal pledged themselves to their lord. Sometimes, they even sealed it with a kiss, on the mouth." he explained plainly, as if giving a lecture to his students. He remembered a lot of them sniggering at the idea of kings, lords, and knights, all men, kissing one another after deciding who was the sub. So immature. With her, he would do much more. "I suppose you have your own version?"
Next, James unbuttoned his trousers and lowered the zip. This released the pressure on his cock, but he left it stuffed down his bulging black boxers—his succubus could do the honors, he wanted to be in her hands. "Alright, be a good girl and get off my desk." he told her, his tone paternal and kind, like that of a patient professor to a mischievous student, and offered his hand to help her hop down. "If you want to serve me... Take off your clothes and get down on your knee, do your homage on my scepter, and pledge yourself to me. Your master." That felt so good to say.
Kanna
She giggled as he spoke. "The sorcerers of that time were just as filthy minded as any other. They just liked writing in showy words to make themselves seem more 'refined'." She noticed the way he looked at her changed, the heat of desire entering his gaze. She grinned.
When he cupped her cheek she happily nuzzled into it, letting out a sound almost like a purr as his touch traveled along her skin. She could feel his desire growing though his touch. Her own built up to answer it. Her mouth watering even as other parts began to dampen as well in anticipation.
She looked back up at him at his sigh. He sounded amused and fond at the same time. When his hands began to unfasten his belt her eyes snapped back down and she licked her lips eagerly. Her eyes darted back up at his words and she grinned playfully. "Indeed. Although I think you will enjoy this more than any king recieving oaths of fealty. I know I will."
She giggled as he helped her off the desk, such manners. At the words 'good girl' she leaned up on tip toes to press aa kiss against his lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth to give a playful lick before she pulled back. "My name is Kanna. And it will be a pleasure to serve you, my Master."
She reached up and slid open a small catch at the front of her breast band, letting it fall and dropped it onto the floor. Her breasts bared revealing pink nipples with a silver ring though wach nub. Next her hips wiggled a bit and the skimpy scrap of cloth posing as her panties dropped to the floor as well showing that she had no body hair at all below her neck. Kicking them off to the side, she gracefully slid to her knees before him. She looked up at him as her hands were at his waist, finishing up the job of baring his cock.
She stroked his cock with one hand, looking up at him. " I pledge myself to you, to your pleasure." Leaning forward, she licked a slow path up the length of his cock from base to tip. "I am yours to use for your pleasure however you see fit." Her tongue slipped out to lick aroind the head of his cock. "You are My Master. And I am wholely yours." As soon as she was done with her part she wrapped her lips around his cock and slod down, letting his cock slid over her tongue and into her throat. At this first proper taste of her Master she let out a muffled moan around his cock. A soft purring sound came from the back of her throat as she took in every inch of him and swallowed, letting her throat massage and tighten around his cock. Her eyes up on his and glowing with lust, want, and desire.
James
As she stood on her tiptoes to bestow her kiss, leaning in with breasts pushing against his chest, James bowed his head to her to receive it. He was a tall man, standing head and shoulders above her, not including the horns, but they met perfectly in the middle in the sweetest union. James savored that first kiss from the succubus, brushing his lips over hers and meeting her probing tongue with his own. When she parted, he missed her already, regretting not asking her simply to kiss him. "Kanna," he repeated, his voice breathy, intrigued to hear her name and her promise to serve him, and forgetting his manners to introduce himself. This whole encounter was becoming dream-like and fantastical, his head swimming in intoxicating desire, his actions seemingly no longer all his own. Distantly, he felt like he was acting out of character, throwing caution and his reserved nature to the wind in order to have her. Was this some seductive power of the succubus, was it the binding magic or the ring, or was this just him, with no inhibitions?
He watched, fascinated, as Kanna began to undress. Her breasts were magnificent, full and round and perfectly curved, with the pink nipples he found so cute, and just a little perkiness to give them character—just right for a perky succubus, he supposed happily. Instinctively, James's hand rose to caress one, his fingers sliding down to stroke the areola and give an experimental tug on the silver ring—piercings weren't something he was normally interested in, but he wasn't put off either and was curious to toy with them too. He released Kanna so she could undress further. The panties went too, exposing a smooth and pretty little pussy. Now Kanna stood before him, fully nude as she should be, with James looking approvingly over her. She was perfect, in every way a woman could be, small but with long and slender legs and arms, a plump firm peach of a bottom, an hourglass figure, a grand bust, and that gorgeous face, eyes, and smile. But perhaps that was just what he had asked for: a fair and human shape, without any deformity or ugliness. Perfection.
His boxers lowered, his cock sprang forth, eagerly into Kanna's waiting hand, hot and hard and ready. 'Scepter' may have been overselling it, but James was a big man and had a manhood to match, with a respectable above-average length and a decent girth. He'd been circumcised, so his 'scepter' had an orb at the end of the rod. A thrill ran right through his body; James shuddered at her touch, let out a shaky breath at her stroke, two more at her licks. It had been so long since a woman had touched him here, since before his ex had left, and longer still since one had touched him so well, and none so beautiful or obedient. He watched Kanna in amazement as she took him into her mouth, and made a throaty groan as her moans and purrs thrummed through his shaft, and again as he felt her throat close on him, so deep. Some might call this obscene or unholy but her vows were divine prayers to his ears, her eyes were a display of purity of intent, her position that of prayer and supplication, all to her new god and what could be more beautiful than that?
As his blood began to pump and chase away the fog in his mind, James remembered: he still needed to complete the binding. And introduce himself. He chuckled and said, breathless and husky, "Ah, my manners... I'm Professor... James Priestley... And it is a... true pleasure to meet you, Kanna." He laughed, his breath ragged and shaking his cock deep in Kanna's mouth, at the absurdity that he should only introduce himself now and wondering what better time. He placed his left hand on her head, an encouraging pat that become fingers running through her golden hair and stroking her horns. He avoided trying to push or guide her, instead letting her do as she willed; she needed no guidance or instruction there.
With the other hand, James reached for the final, binding spell and tried to read it aloud, but it was getting so much harder to adapt it and get through the medieval English and the prayer. "Welcome most comely Kanna... I say you are welcome, ah, unto me," Was it the fellatio, or was he noticing the innuendo better now? "Because I called you through— oh God," He couldn't do the prayer, not like this, but fate found a way for him to supply it anyway. Fuck, if He was real and watching... "And you have obeyed. Also by, oh God, that I called you forth..." A shiver of pleasure shook his body. James staggered, it was getting hard to stay standing upright when his hips urged to thrust. But he planted his feet and redoubled his focus on the spell. Something came over him then, taking control, and he read the rest of the spell firmly and confidently, his voice uninterrupted and following the rhythm she set. Some of it wasn't even in the broken, abbreviated text. "I bind you, Kanna, that you remain affable and visible here before this me, so constant and so long as I have occasion for you and not to depart without my license until you have faithfully and truly performed my will without any falsity, infidelity, or disobedience. Thus I, James Priestley, your Master, bind you."
And then something strange and unexpected happened as, from the ring on his left hand, a fine chain of pure mystic flame appeared and snaked around her neck, closing on itself and creating a collar on a leash. Another appeared around her wrists and drew them closed as if handcuffed, while behind her her ankles were similarly bound. Even the silver rings in her nipples were linked. Thus bound, Kanna felt the kiss of fire upon her posterior, the right cheek receiving her master's seal: a tattooed pentagram enclosing a complex glyph formed from his initials, J.P.
Kanna
She looked up at him throigh her lashes, humming in pleasure. Both at his obvious pleasure at her actions and at his taste axross her tongue. He was absolutely delicious.
She nuzzled her head into the petting he bestowed across her head, loving the positive attention. When he gave her his name in return, she somehow managed to grin at him even with her mouth wrapped around his cock. She let her eyes close as she let herself relax into her service. She always did get off from the pleasure she was able to give to a master. But with this professor, it felt ecen better for some reason.
She looked back up at him when he started the final rite of the summoning. Her eyes glowing slightly brighter the more he spoke. Her moith bobbed up and down along his cock just a bit faster and deeper, her lust growing with every word.
As he finished the rite, flames of power wrapped around her. A beautiful but sturdy collar bloomed at her throat, a leash dropping down to lay between her breasts. The flames circling her wrists and ankles solidified into golden bangles. But it was the brand appearing on the meat of her ass that brought a reaction out of her. Her eyes almost closed and her throat groaned and vibrated aroind his cock at the feeling shooting through her. The bond between them as Master and Servant snapping into place and sending waves of pleasure through her.
James
A powerful, almost animalistic growl emanated from deep within James's belly, fueled by feelings of exultation at successfully binding the succubus, raw power as she submitted herself so fully before him, and intense pleasure as she took him deep inside her throat. The conjuration of the chains ought to have shocked him but, right then and there, it just felt so right. Finding the golden chain gripped in his hand, James just had to give it a tug, pulling the hungry succubus off his cock—the loss of having her there was made up for by the discovery of this control over her—and forcing her to rise before him, but still on her knees. Their gazes locked, James looked down at Kanna with dark and desirous eyes of his eyes of own as he considered every way he might take her, here and now. He was big and powerful and every inch her Master.
But then the spell faded and his own nature reasserted itself. James trembled and his cock twitched with need to be in Kanna again, and he seemed somewhat embarrassed, even surprised, at what he had done and to find he had her on a leash and in chains. She did not seem upset though. "Ah, wow, that was, you are... incredible." he murmured, breathless and husky. To Kanna he spoke tenderly, the chain slackening, a hand gently shifted her hair back behind her ears and horns. "Was that good? Or do you need... more?" He was well aware of the notorious legend of succubi needing a man's seed, but could not be sure of the truth of it.
Kanna
Kanna looked up at him in curiosity as he tugged her from his cock. She tilted her head as she watch his expression shift from exalted to inquisitive. Her eyes closed and she nuzzled into him once again petting her.
At his question she opened her eyes and smilednat him. "A succubus is built for the pleasure of her Master. We experience pleasure from sexual acts but also from giving pleasure to a mortal. But it is also a needed thing. To sustain my energy levels on this plane I need the energy that is given off during release, essentially the essence produced from a mortal's orgasm. Any mortal can sustain me but as my Master your's is especially potent due to the binding." She felt he would appreciate a more educational explanation than the more crass one she had given in times past.
But now she smirked up at him playfully. "If you are pleased enough and wish to stop then I am at your command. But peronally, I would very much love to finished what I started. It has been centuries since I've fed so well. And you are delicious." She grinned hungrily and leaned forward just a bit to give his still hard cock a long lick from root to tip.
James
As Kanna tilted her head and nuzzled his palm, James slipped his big hand down to her cheek, softly cupping her fine jaw, and studied her carefully. She was so beautiful, so adorable. He just wanted to care for her, protect her, and give her what she needed. And what she needed, he wanted to give her. So James listened carefully to her explanation. It confirmed what he was starting to suspect about the medieval myth: that they did not take semen for impregnation as claimed in the Malleus Maleficarum and Dæmonologie, with their lurid accounts of semen theft, necrophilia, and worse. No, it sounded like a more primal need, to sustain her energy, she said. It seemed like she needed it to survive, or at least to stay out of Hell. James shivered in bliss as she licked him again, yet also felt a twinge of guilt at what he might be complicit in. A life lived in bondage, on her knees, subsisting literally on her master's pleasure, a slave kept in line by her sex addiction. Was this humiliating for her, a genuine pleasure, or mere existence? He would ask her later; he didn't want to spoil the moment. Either way, James wanted to help her, and right now he had only one good way of doing that. James touched a thumb to Kanna's lower lip, drew it down until he touched her chin, encouraging her to open her mouth. "We should always finish what we've started." he murmured, and slipped his hand around to the back of her neck, guiding her back onto his erection, which felt as if it throbbed with need for her. He maintained a gentle pressure behind her head, preventing her from slipping off and encouraging her deeper. "You've been such a good girl. I'll give you what you need."
Kanna
She could see a bit of a struggle in his face and could guess what he was thinking. She had noticed that his was very kind and held manners. He seemed the type to feel a bit of a moral dilemma about pretty much using another sentient being. She would worry about that later. Kanna would explain to him that her role was not one that bothered her. She never felt anger or frustration about the times she was basically in servitude. She enjoyed giving others pleasure and was a submissive creature by nature. In her mind, the binding was a win-win on both sides. She was kept well fed and got to have lots of fun and pleasure, and whoever her owner was got to basically live out all of their sexual fantasies.
She smiled as she could see he had come to a decision. Her mouth parted eagerly as his thumb ran along her lip and down her chin. When he softly tugged her forward she followed obediently and eagerly, her mouth already watering. As soon as she was within range, she wrapped her lips around his cock again and purred as his shaft slid over her tongue and into her throat once more. His praise had her letting out a soft moan around his cock. She had always been weak against such positive words and praise. Her eyes up on his as she once again bobbed her head over his cock, letting is slide in and out of her mouth. Running her tongue along the shaft and either humming or swallowing around his cock when it would bottom out in her throat. Her hands raised up and gripped his thighs, giving little tugs towards her to show she wanted this, she wanted more.
James
As soon as her soft lips closed around his throbbing cock again, all doubts and distractions were driven from James's mind. With no more need to worry about the binding spell, gods and demons, or anything else in the world outside this union with Kanna, he could finally let himself relax and just enjoy it. He trembled as her purring vibrated through his manhood, feeling so pleased and so relieved she truly enjoyed this too. And he moaned himself as he felt her tongue slide around his shaft, muttering "Oh, yes, my slave, polish your Master's scepter. You do it so well." He was... not good at dirty talk, but did like to praise her, as her description suggested. Fortunately, she seemed to appreciate it too. Then he groaned in delight as he felt himself impact the back of her throat, again and again; he hadn't heard her gag at all and loved that she could take him so easily. "Such a good suck-ubus." he joked breathlessly, his eyes locked down on hers looking up at him. As Kanna tugged at his legs, James reciprocated, beginning to rock his hips and thrust himself into her every time she bobbed down, until they found their rhythm and finally moved in harmony.
After that, he seemed to melt into a trance-like bliss, and could not say how long they had done this for; his time was measured only in how long it took her to swallow him again. So he could not question where his stamina was coming from, nor how an, admittedly quite fit, man in his forties who'd been a long time between lays could stand up against a determined and hungry young succubus. He just didn't want this to end, and so it didn't. He felt like he could do this all night.
Over time, James's hands had shifted, from the back of Kanna's head and neck for support, to sliding through her silken golden hair, and to the sides to keep those strands out of her face. Finally, he put his hands on her horns, feeling their smooth texture and hardness. And then, moving by instinct or another power, he gripped them like the handlebars on a motorbike and began pulling Kanna down onto him, every time he thrust up into her, again and again and again. He was face-fucking her relentlessly, grunting manfully each time he pounded the back of her throat and his balls slapped her chin. James threw back his head in demonic exultation, gasping "Oh god, yes, take it, that's my girl!"
He felt like he could do this forever. In reality, he would learn, it had only been a couple of minutes. For there soon came an insistent knocking on the office door.
Kanna
Kanna bobbed her head up and down, enjoying the feel of his shaft as it slid over her tongue. She grinned internally to herself, charmed at his attempt at dirty talk. The innuendo didn't bother her and the praise mixed in just spurred on her own desire. She couldn't physically laugh at his little joke so she just took him further into her throat and swallowed around him. It had been so long since she had been called to the mortal plane. She was grateful to have been summoned by a Master that seemed to be kind this time around. She was enjoying the easy praise he was lavishing her with as well as getting her first taste of him. She wasn't sure if it had been so long since she had pleasured a male or it was just something inherent in him but he was delicious. And she had him all to herself. Kanna couldn't wait for what the coming times would bring, sure it would be full of fun and pleasure.
She gave him a happy little moan around his cock as he began to thrust back into her movements. She had always found that it felt better when her partner was responding or even dominating whatever she was doing. It reinforced that she was doing things right in her mind and showed just how much they were enjoying themselves. His petting her again brought her purr back. But it was a surprise when he took a firm grip on her horns. She wasn't bothered by this, quite the opposite in fact. She loved it when a male would use her like this, showing just how much they desired the pleasure she could give. She was just surprised he seemed to let go and embrace his desires so quickly. Either way, he was now actively fucking his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Her mouth watered and drooled a bit along his shaft as her body shivered in delight and pleasure. Added to the gasp of praise had her loudly moaning around his cock and sucking harder along him. Her hands stayed gripped into the cloth of his pants even though she ached to rub at the growing wetness between her thighs. She didn't have permission so she would wait. If he didn't say anything after this she would just ask him. Right now she was more focused on pleasing her new Master.
But the sound of insistent knocking at his door froze them both in place. His cock was still poised inside of her mouth as her eyes glanced to the side at the door. Part of her wanted to just continue, knowing the summoning would have sound proofed the room. However she didn't know if the door was still locked. While she had no issues with continuing with an audience she was unsure if her Master was as unbothered. It had been a toss up to preferences in the past. As she didn't know that much about him yet, she felt it would be better to wait for any sign from him on how to move forward rather than risk his displeasure by doing something that would upset him.
James
"Hold on!" James yelled huskily at the door as he began thrusting into Kanna again, pulling her down onto him, before she could inform him of the soundproofing. He was shocked at himself, never imagining he could be so forceful with a willing woman, nor that he could be so daring with a stranger so close outside. It was all so exhilarating for the normally dull professor. And he was so close to climaxing and to feeding his succubus, after so long without for the pair of them, that he could not, would not, stop now. There was another round of even firmer knocking, and James gasped "Just wait!" Then he heard the doorknob rattle and click as someone tried. "I'm coming!" James called, followed by ragged laughter at the unintentional double entendre.
And then he heard keys jangle, and then slide into the lock. Master keys.
With reflexes borne by pure panic and sexual adrenaline, James released Kanna and yanked his cock out of her mouth, and practically threw himself across the room. His shoulder slammed into the door to keep it closed at the moment it started to open. "Professor Priestley?" a woman's voice inquired with urgency and surprise in her tone.
"Hide! And be quiet!" James hissed back to Kanna, waving frantically at her before trying, one handed, to stuff his cock back into his boxers and get his trousers done up. But it was too big and too hard and too wet, and he was far too clumsy. Because when he tried to pull the zip up, he did it too quickly and without ensuring his sensitive parts were safely covered and out of the way. The thin skin of his scrotum fell victim, pinched excruciatingly in the zip. James's face screwed up in agony, then erupted in a silent scream.
And with that distraction, he'd released the pressure on the door, allowing the other to open it. "Professor Priestley? Are you okay in there?" It was a pretty middle-aged woman wearing a red fire warden's cap over her brown hair, trying to peek in, with concern on her features.
James quickly interposed the safe half of his body in front of her and the door, blocking her from coming inside or seeing anything incriminating. "Doctor Frasier, hi. You're here about the fire alarm?" James managed to say, out of breath but trying to appear calm and polite and not wincing too much.
Kanna
Kanna barely held back the moan as he seemed to start fucking her throat as if he needed it more than air. But even she heard the sound of keys at the lock. She moved back as he pushed away from her, seeing the state of panic he was in. She understood enough of this time that he would be worried about keeping his job in the current situation. Kanna glanced around and made a decision. She had experienced somewhat similar situations in the long past. After all, witch hunts had been a thing once upon a time so she used an ability she had perfected during those times.
Her body shimmered from sight, the only thing giving away her presence was a slight shadow in the air that most wouldn't even notice. As she faded she spread her arms and spread an illusion over the room. All of the artifacts and occult items that James had spread around the room from the summoning also disappeared from sight, leaving behind a neat and tidy study. Once that was done she moved over towards him at the door, knowing the other mortals wouldn't be able to see her in this form.
She frowned unhappily as she sensed the lance of pain go through him. She would need to help move this along so that she could tend to her new Master. While succubus couldn't really read minds, they could see into the desires of mortals as well as exert some influence over them when needed. Any bonded Master was protected against this so no succubus could falsely influence them but others were easily swayed. She was glad he had finished at least the first half of the bonding right as this would allow her to communicate with him. She gave a whisper into his mind that she would take care of this and moved to where she was directly opposite the other woman with just the door between them and let a tiny bit of her power seep out.
James would see the woman's eyes glow just faintly for a second, there and gone and not noticeable unless you were looking for it. As it faded the woman was quiet and looked a little dazed. Kanna let her shadow form drop and looked over at her Master and whispered just loud enough for him to hear her. "It's only a slight compulsion. She won't notice anything out of the ordinary and will believe any excuse you give her, then move onto her other duties." She hoped she hadn't over stepped but his panic and obvious pain had pushed her to act to protect him. Even if it was just his reputation at the moment.
James
Having never before experienced telepathic communication, James flinched as he found a thought and a voice in his head that was not his own, relaxing only slightly when he realized it was Kanna's. "Okay—" Okay— he tried answering, unsure whether to respond verbally or by thought, stopping short when he worried Frasier might hear him, and then staring when the Kanna-shaped shadow slipped between them and took control. James was astonished to see his fellow academic's eyes glow, then fall dazed. So, his succubus had more powers than a really a good blowjob. But how many, and how dangerous? "Thank—" Thank you. Realizing the magical compulsion must take of it, he settled for whispering behind the door "Thanks. Could you, uh, help with this...?" while waving at this stricken scrotum, not sure what she would or could do, but really needing some relief from the pinched skin.
Facing Doctor Frasier again, and hoping she'd be left with no serious issues by this, James prompted "Doctor Frasier?"
She blinked a few times, and began "Oh, yes, the fire alarm. We didn't notice you at the evacuation, and Chen reported seeing smoke around your office." She pulled her master key out of the lock and slipped it back into her purse. "Sorry about the break-in: I couldn't be sure if you'd left already or weren't lying unconscious on the floor... So, was there a fire?"
"Ah..." James started, given some breathing space by the spell to think of something, but soon distracted by Kanna's ministrations. He'd told her to hide, to be quiet, and to help, but hadn't told her to stop.
Kanna
At his question on helping his predicament, Kanna let a playful smile cross her face. He had asked for her help, but he didn't tell her with which issue exactly, nor did he ever tell her to stop earlier. Only to hide and be quiet. She covered her mouth to hold in a giggle as she once again slipped to knees.
Taking care to be quiet and careful while he was dealing with the woman at the door, Kanna gently freed him from the pinch of his trousers. She gave a little pout at the abused flesh before smiling up at him. Leaning in she let her tongue out to lap over the reddened skin of his scrotum. Succubi had some healing abilities, nothing that could fix big or grievous injuries, but something like this was easily within her ability. As she licked, a tiny bit of her energy spread through his skin as she licked, healing the pinched skin and making the pain fade to nothingness with a minute or two. Once that was done and she didn't feel anymore pain coming from him, she lifted her eyes.
His panic may have caused his erection to flag but it hadn't gone away completely. And her healing of his pinched flesh seemed to have brough it back fully. Kanna licked her lips and subtly made sure any sounds she was about to cause would not register to the nosy mortal at the door. Her lips once again wrapped around his cock, and slid down towards the base. She bobbed her head slowly, letting her tongue swirl and lick along his length. After taking his cock deep into her throat a few times she would pull back to the head of his cock. Looking up at him with lust filled eyes as her cheeks hollowed, sucking at the head as her tongue curled around the ridge.
James
"Ah... It's really more smoke than fire," James started to explain, smiling weakly, trying to put a casual spin on the situation and stop his voice rising an octave as Kanna worked her delicate fingers under his junk, which had caused an unavoidable pull and an unavoidable pleasure. Suppressing a wince, he cast about for a more plausible reason for the smoke than I summoned a demon and conjured smoke and brimstone, but it was hard with her now licking at his punished ball-sack. And, he had to admit, it did feel better. A lot better. Trying to bring his focus back, James remembered what he was burning what felt like hours ago now: "Joss sticks. It was joss sticks."
"Joss sticks?" Frasier echoed, confused. The spell meant she couldn't be too suspicious, but James still felt he had to make it plausible in case it had its limits.
"Incense. I bought some down at the student market. I had an idea to..." The pain was gone now and Kanna's tongue was so very soothing that James briefly forgot what he was going to say and why he was here. "Mm, burn some incense to get rid of the old book smell: mustiness, glue, you know? It's a big problem with my collection."
"Oh, right." Frasier said, accepting this with a slight frown of puzzlement. "I didn't think they'd make enough smoke to set off the detectors down the hall."
When James had asked Kanna to help him, he'd expected her to free his scrotum and get his pants back on. But now he was realizing that what he wanted and what he got were going to two very different things with a demon. He trembled as he felt her pert lips close around his cock once again. "Oh god..." he muttered in sudden delight and matching dread, causing Frasier to raise her eyebrow and open her mouth. "I mean, oh god, you'd be surprised—I accidentally knocked one into the waste paper bin... That caused the fire."
That made more sense. "Did you get it put out?"
"Yes, yes. Just poured some water over it." James had kept his face and a third of his body facing Frasier, leaving the rest of him behind the door with Kanna. Blindly, with one hand, he felt for her head and ended up pricking his hand on her upward-pointing horns, both of them, so he all he got was two more sore spots and an inch deeper inside her. Pity he'd dropped her leash earlier.
"Okay, but you really should have joined the evacuation and reported to us building fire safety officers." Frasier admonished. "No one's allowed to stay inside the building during a fire emergency."
"I know, but, uh, I felt it, mm, best to clean up, make sure there were no sparks, air, air out the room..." Kanna was going up and down with slow intensity now, taking James almost entirely out of the world. He briefly closed his eyes as he came close to succumbing, before realizing and adding "And to stay here and wait for you, rather than chase you around the building."
"Well, alright then." Frasier had no choice but to accept this, but she had more. "Can I see?"
"What?"
"The ashes in your bin? For my report to Health and Safety. I just need to take a picture." With her mobile phone out, Frasier was angling her head to peer over, or more correctly around, Priestley's shoulder, but of course couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
By now, James heart was racing, with both the ecstasy of a succubus's fellatio and the terror that he might be discovered, literally in flagrante delicto. The former took the edge off the latter, but only slightly. If he was found getting a blowjob from an apparent undergrad in nothing but chains and he was accused of setting off the fire alarm for the opportunity, then he'd be sacked and have his career ruined. At least the succubus would be worth it. He had to admit, the danger and daring brought its own excitement; it just wasn't an excitement he needed. When Kanna began sucking on the head, polishing the orb of her master's scepter with such exquisite care, James felt lightheaded like he was about to lose consciousness and he was surely close to the edge. Oh god, he had to think of and do something; Frasier might accept any excuse, but he still had to think of one, and there surely could be no excuse if he was caught doing this.
Frasier frowned, a look of concern on her face. "Are you okay, James? Were you injured, burned?"
With sudden inspiration, he seized on that. "Ah, yes, something like that. I was, ah, just training down at the gym, so I'm still breathless. And. oh god, I think, well, I hit my head, in martial arts, so I might be a bit dazed... That, that'd be why I knocked over the joss stick. And spilled water over my pants. It's a bit embarrassing." And so he brought it back in a neat circle, nice work, James.
"Hmm, sounds like concussion. I'll have the campus nurse examine you." She raised her phone...
"No! No, no need. I know the deal. I just need to rest, then I'll see my own doctor. She's... really good," He was thinking of Kanna, who'd look so good in a nurse's outfit, kissing it all better. He blinked that vision away, "Really good. With sports injuries."
"Or is there something I can help with, James?" Anne Frasier touched a caring hand to James's upper arm, clearly enjoying the firm muscle under his shirt.
Not unless you want to join in, James thought impatiently, and tried to clear that vision. Great, the first time a woman had shown an interest in him since the break-up, and a succubus was busy ruining all women for him for life. He was starting to black out and had to drag his attention back. "Please, I just need to release, I mean, relax for a bit, in peace and quiet with the lights out, no interruptions. Then I'll either see the campus nurse or my doctor. I'll send you a picture of the fire later."
"Well, alright then. Get well, James." Anne turned away, and James was about to close the door and turn his attentions to his naughty succubus, when she turned back, adding "And make sure you don't drive."
"I'll call an Uber." he assured her.
"And call me if you need anything." And, finally, at long last, she was gone.
James closed and locked then door, turned and slumped his back against it, and lay wearily at the mercy of his succubus. His hand wandered down to cup her cheek and tilt her face toward his. "I ought to lay you over my knee and spank you for that." he growled, but without too much rancor, his face stern but his eyes holding a twinkle of amusement. He doubted he could ever get truly angry at that face.
Kanna
Kanna bit back a growl as she heard the woman try to subtly proposition her Master. She distracted herself by sinking her mouth back down onto his cock, purring as the head of his cock was buried in her throat. One hand lifted to push a compulsion at the other mortal to convince her to leave and believe nothing was out of the ordinary. As soon as she heard the woman walk away and the door was shut, she let out a moan around his cock and bobbed her head.
At his growled words, she looked up at him and slowly pulled off of his cock. The shaft left her mouth with a small, wet pop. She looked up at him, her eyes slightly glowing and her lips wet. "You never specified how you wanted me to fix your problem. I healed your small injury. As for the rest, well its just not in my nature to let such a delicious erection go to waste." She gave his cock another long, slow lick from sack to tip. "If you feel the need, I wouldn't oppose a spanking. I'd love it in fact." She grinned up at him impishly.
"The woman won't remember anything being suspicious or out of the ordinary by the time she gets to the ground floor of this building. I can't control the thoughts or actions of mortals but I can give compulsions and project illusions." She waved a hand idly as she looked over her shoulder at the room and all of his things that were hidden were once again in view around his office. "Of course, as my Master you are immune to any sort of compulsions. And I'm able to heal small injuries, nothing life threatening though." Her eyes turned back up to his but this time along with the hunger and lust there was also a hint of possessiveness. "But you should know. While you have bonded me to you and therefore have control and ownership over me, it does go both ways a little. You are MY Master." Having said that her head dipped foreword and took his cock all the way down her throat in one go. She kept her throat wrapped around him and swallowed around him repeatedly, letting her throat squeeze and vibrate around his cock as her purr started back up again. The look of pleasure and bliss once again filling her golden eyes.
James
"Should've known I couldn't threaten you with a good time." James gasped, remembering a line from somewhere, whilst laughing and wincing from the last intense lick. It was not in pain this time but the intense pleasure and pressure combined. His cock felt both as hard as stone and like an overstuffed sausage about to burst. He wasn't sure how he was holding up to his much attention from the succubus, how he'd held it in at the door, but he had to admit, he was enjoying it. The suggestion of a spanking also held a certain appeal; it was not something he thought he was normally into, and didn't know why he'd said it, but with her, and that ass, he was having ideas. He touched her nose teasingly. "I'll forgive you—this time."
Kanna's explanation gave James a moment of the barest respite. He hadn't even noticed how his office had changed, his occult paraphernalia disguised, until Kanna revealed them. But then, he had been kind of distracted, and his vision was starting to cloud over. He was intrigued to learn she had these other powers, and was glad to learn he was immune. That just meant there was some other cause for him to be acting without any of his normal inhibitions, caution, and good sense. But was that a touch of jealousy from her? It must be, or else she wouldn't have tried to swallow his cock whole. "Understood." James sighed happily, caressing her face.
As Kanna took him deep and tight in her throat and purred like a contented cat, sending vibrations through his shaft, James shivered and felt himself approach the moment of no return, the instant of indecision whether to pull out and stop or to go ahead and cum. Normally, for a man, it was a moment of failure; nine times of ten or higher, he would have go ahead and come. This time, though, James realized he could stop, as he had done two or three times already, and leave the succubus wanting to punish, tease her more, maybe give her that spanking before she got her dessert. He didn't know where that iron will had come from. But when he looked down into those eyes and that beautiful face, so full of happiness and need, he simply couldn't deny her again. And he was still but a mortal man; having been edged twice on his first time in he didn't know how long, he couldn't deny himself any more either.
He slipped his hands around the sides of her head to support her and keep her hair out of the way and began rocking his hips, thrusting into her, but he didn't try to control her this time, instead matching her bobbing head. "Okay, girl, get ready, I'm coming." James murmured, brushing a thumb across Kanna's cheekbone as he gazed deep into her eyes. Then his whole body tensed and his manhood tightened, before it suddenly surged, spurting his hot sticky seed into her throat. His senses on fire with ecstasy, pulses of pleasure overcoming him, James threw back his head until it hit the door, and groaned with a satisfaction ages in the making. For a time, his body shook and his limbs spasmed until he almost doubled over, as his hips kept bucking his jerking, still-spurting cock deep into her throat. She felt his power, and his deep control, both over her and over himself.
As Kanna swallowed in gulps and James came down from his orgasm, James caressed her face with tender and thankful touches. "That's it, good girl, drink your fill, have your treat, you've earned it." he panted, his breath ragged and voice thick and half-delirious. He leaned back in bliss and let the energy and semen flow out of him and into her.
Yeah, he could really start to like having a pet succubus.
Kanna
Kanna's eyes glowed with pleasure, her throat working over his cock as he started to thrust into her mouth in time with her own movements. She purred again at the promise of next time maybe earning that spanking. When he brushed a touch over her cheek, she nuzzled into it. He was being such a good Master to her. Treating her sweetly while still taking his pleasure from her body. Her mouth watered around his cock and she picked up her pace a little.
She wanted to please him, a part of her determined to prove she could be oh so good for him and that she wanted everything he could possibly want to do to her. At his words of nearing his release, Kanna sank her mouth all the way down his cock, holding him as deep as possible in her throat and just swallowing around him repeatedly, letting her throat milk his cock. His length and girth felt perfect and she idly thought about how she couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of her, and hopefully soon.
At the first shot of cum splashing down her throat, Kanna would have moaned along with him if her mouth hadn't been already occupied. She felt almost euphoric as she swallowed around him, her first real meal in so long almost overwhelming her. Her eyes, half lidded, glowed just a bit brighter at the influx of energy. When she felt he was nearing the end of his orgasm, she pulled back just enough to have the head of his cock nestled against her tongue. She did let out an audible moan at the point as she got her first real taste of him across her tongue. He tasted delicious and she knew she would become addicted to him very quickly.
As he spoke again, she glanced up through her lashes as her tongue lapped at the head of his cock. Kanna tilted her head enough to look up at him properly and pulled off of his cock slowly. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked out the last few drops of his cum as she pulled away. Once his cock was free from her mouth she tilted her head back and opened her mouth a little, a pool of his cum could be seen held in her mouth. She then closed her mouth and audibly gulped, looking up at him with a very apt 'cat who got the cream' look and licked her lips. "Delicious, Master." Kanna purred up at him. "I look forward to earning many more treats from you in the future."
James
As Kanna's throat and tongue thoroughly pumped him of his last drop and then sucked him dry, prolonging his orgasmic pleasure, James was momentarily put in mind of lurid horror stories of succubi draining a man's life or soul or worse, through either his mouth or his manhood, or else simply slaying him through extreme heart-stopping pleasure. Would this be how he met his end? Would he be found dead in his office on Monday morning, three days decayed, with his pants down and cock out and a stupid grin on his face? Right now, he hardly cared; it would be a great way to go. But in his research, he'd put no stock in those stories, dismissing them as an invention of later horror writers. Thankfully, or else he might not have let himself experience this ecstasy now. His eyes rolled back, he felt faint-headed, and his legs grew almost numb.
And then she was done, after a minute that felt like a week yet did not seem nearly long enough. James stared down at Kanna, utterly satisfied and just astonished and amazed at how beautiful and brilliant she was. The sight of his cum in her mouth did not appeal to him, but not did it detract from her beauty, and right now it would feel churlish to complain about her table manners. Her words seemed no mere ego stroking to go along with the cock stroking, but like a genuine pleasure for her too. But, most of all, the knowledge that a small part of him was now a part of this mythical being felt somehow... magical. And he was indeed her Master, with all the power and responsibility that entailed Slowly, James released a long-held breath he had not even realized he was holding. "That was... incredible, Miss Kanna. Very well done. Top marks." he complimented breathlessly, for lack of anything better to say, but it sounded too feeble and inane for what she had done. With his lust and need sated, his sexual high fading, and his arousal ebbing, the strange spell and surges of masterly dominance that had come over him seemed to be gone, leaving him only as the history professor with a girl appearing young enough to be a student. He still felt as if in a dream. "And I look forward to giving you many more more."
So now... what? Just as he'd said to Frasier, now he needed to sit and relax and work out what the Hell to do next. Well, he should put his flaccid cock away first. "Alright, give it a kiss and stand up." he told Kanna kindly. This time, James had a better time of getting his damp member back inside his boxers and doing up his trousers. Remembering the golden chains and cuffs that now bound Kanna, James felt around her slender neck for the collar, finding it solid and real as the metal, and ran his hand down the chain, between her breasts to where it dangled before her crotch. He lifted it up, examining it curiously. He'd made them appear somehow in the binding, so could he make them disappear too—? Ah, now they evaporated into smoke, leaving Kanna naked but for her nipple piercings, but he knew they were still there in some mystical way, to be called back as he willed. "Convenient. Okay, come on."
James stepped over to his desk and sat heavily down in his comfortable office chair. After a deeply satisfied sigh and a healthy swig from a water bottle to wet his dry mouth, he then proffered it to Kanna. "Water?" He began riffling through his papers; everything had gotten mixed up after a succubus had rolled around on them. "Please, ah, take a seat." James suggested, waving airily, feeling like he was interviewing a postgrad student to be her supervisor. In a way, perhaps, he was. There was a chair for guests on the other side of the desk.
Kanna
Kanna gave his spent cock a little nuzzle and kiss before helping him tuck himself away again and stood up. She smiled at his curiosity about the chains and bands around her ankles, wrists, and throat. "The chains and bands are the physical manifestation of the contract between us as Servant and Master. They can manifest any time you wish. Or if I would try to disobey you for any reason other than self preservation." She followed him over to his disordered desk and accepted the bottle of water he offered. Feeling a little bad for making such a mess of his things and quickly gathered up the scattered papers into a neat stack.
Taking the seat across from him, she let her earlier 'clothing' reappear on her body, feeling it would be less distracting. She took a moment to look him over and to give him time to order his own thoughts. She imagined he was truly trying to come to terms with everything that had happened over the past hour. She turned her eyes back up to his as she began to speak. "I can tell you are not the usual kind of mortal that would summon my kind. And I know that the advancement of mortals has left a lot of information about those like me as nothing more than myth and legend. So I will try to rectify that and allay any fears your morals may plague you with." She sat back in the chair and decided what to start with.
"Succubi are not demons set on draining the souls of mortal men in order to damn them or procreate. We are not demons in the way your Christian church would define them. I am not sure if what you would consider heaven or hell to be true but my kind is from another plane of existence. There are many kinds of my race but my specific kind, succubi, are the way we are not because of some sort of outside force. It is just how we evolved to survive. We do need the energy and fluids produced from sexual pleasure to stay tangible on this, the mortal plane. But it is also something we greatly enjoy, much the same as you would enjoy a well made steak dinner. The physical pleasure of such acts is just a bonus. But we are not mindlessly enslaved to this need. Each succubus has their own preferences as well as things that they do not enjoy. Some prefer Master's that are the same gender as themselves, some only enjoy what you would call in this day and age 'vanilla' activities, just as there are some who only enjoy the most of extreme pleasures. Personally, I enjoy just about anything except for anything that would leave damage, bleeding, or anything that is much better left in a bathroom." Kanna was quiet for a moment as she took another sip of the water James had given her. "The contract does have some limitations. It does not force us to comply with anything that would be offensive to the preferences inherent in each individual succubus. So rest assured if ever there is something that you command that I am against, I will tell you. I do not have the power to force a mortal to do anything they wouldn't do on their own. I can only implant 'suggestions' or craft illusions. This was useful in the past to protect a Master from being discovered by those that would wish them harm. As with the mortal woman earlier. I put the illusion that nothing was out of place for what she would expect your chambers to look like and put the suggestion in her mind that she noticed nothing out of the ordinary so that she would leave you in peace and not endanger your employment."
She gave him a friendly smile. "That was all I could think of that is immediately different to what has been misinformed by legends and myths. Is there anything else you would like to know?"
James
"I see," James made a mental note as he realized more of the power he had over her. Putting Kanna in a cute golden collar and connecting leash whenever he wished had a certain appeal, but he had to wonder what exactly would happen if she disobeyed, what she might try to do and how far she would get before she was bound. If the demon should turn dangerous, could he or the chains stop her in time or slow her enough? That wasn't something he really wanted to test. Nor did it seem likely to come up. She seemed so sweet and docile. "It's fine." he said kindly, touching her hand and interrupting her before she could tidy his papers more. His notes were organized in a kind of structured chaos, or at least had been, and besides, he was looking some specific documents.
When Kanna sat and the skimpy clothing went back on, James felt a pang of disappointment, as if he'd expected something else to happen but didn't know what. And at the very least he missed seeing her nude, even if she was little better than nude now. He was spent, yet he yearned to touch her again, to be back inside her, to discover all the other pleasures her body promised. Patience, James told himself. He had to sate the desires of the mind first. He had so many questions for her but had no idea how or where to begin. Thankfully, Kanna seemed to have that covered. James listened in fascination as Kanna hinted at another world, another plane of existence, where strange creatures like her dwelled, operating on entirely non-terrestrial principles, with powers to alter perception and manipulate minds, inspiring the demons and such that featured in myths and legends. Somehow, ancient would-be magicians had learned to summon them to Earth and bind them, dressing the whole process up in religious ritual. Whole new vistas of reality were opening up to the historian's eyes,. Dimly, though, he wondered, if Kanna could alter perception and manipulate minds, was she doing the same to him? He had only her word and the garbled claims of ancient conjurers that she could not.
Early on, realizing he had to make some kind of record of all this, James set his smartphone up as a camera, propping it against a book to film Kanna, while he frantically scribbled down additional notes. He had no idea if or how he could ever report on all this; people would think he'd gone insane and started hallucinating. Hell, James would think he'd gone insane himself if this hallucination hadn't just fellated him. She showed up on screen, at least.
"Anything else? A thousand things," James answered at last with a dry and amazed laugh, shaking his head with a smile. "I don't know where to begin or what to even ask. I want to know all about you and your world, this 'magic', everything. But then we'd be here all night." At some point, he'd found the paper he was looking for, a summary he'd made of what the conjurers expected their summoned demons and other spirits to do for him, unobscured by prayer and the names of God and his angels, and updated to clear, modern language. They'd been surprisingly thorough. "You mentioned you cannot be compelled to do something that goes against your preferences, or would endanger you. Otherwise, you are compelled to obey the terms of the binding, right? As I understand it, summarizing the spells I just read, you must, let's see... One, obey my commands, serve me, fulfill my desires just as I like. Two, answer my questions clearly and honestly. Three, come when I call, without delay. Four, be friendly and peaceful toward me. Five, appear visibly and in a fair human-like form. And finally continue doing all that until we end the binding... Is that correct? Do you, mm, consent to all of that?"
Realizing it was all a bit one-sided, James added "And what requirements do you have of me in exchange? The text said kind words and treats, but feel free to elaborate. You said you also require, ah, sustenance, " he said shyly, choosing her terminology earlier and gesturing vaguely toward his crotch. "How often do you need to feed?"
Remembering the smartphone he had focused on her, James added "Oh, sorry, do you mind if I record this? I doubt I can ever publish any of this, and it would be for my personal record only."
Kanna
Kanna smiled at him and leaned back comfortably in the chair. His pursuit of knowledge was cute, she glanced over his body again, and the rest of him was just delicious. She focused back on him as he spoke and nodded. "That sounds about right, yes. So far I have no problem with any of that. If anything else comes up I will let you know if it's something I would prefer not to do. Or you can ask if you are unsure. Communication is encouraged as it can head off any misunderstandings or hard feelings later." She smiled at him again. "As for my own requirements....Hmm....I believe shelter and safety are the bare basics. I don't mind a dominant attitude, love it even, but never cruelty. Kind words, that is basically praise. Letting me know you are pleased with me and my actions. I believe 'Good Girl' is still a saying in these times, yes?" She giggled before continuing. "As for feeding, yes. With a physical body I can eat foods just the same as you. But as a primarily spiritual being it is emotion and essence that sustains me. The lust and pleasure experienced during intimacy as well as your essence. That is essentially what is your cum. Or semen if you want to be completely technical. That I can absorb as long as it is released inside my body. Whether through swallowing or from you releasing inside of me. I can live without it but it does make me healthier as well as giving me that connection to this plane and the energy to serve you."
Kanna glanced at the device he motioned towards. Her watching of this time allowed her to recognize it as a phone and that he was recording their conversation. Most likely for him to listen to later to make sure he didn't miss anything spoken of. "I don't mind. Like I said, communication begets understanding." She gave him another warm smile before it turned slightly more lecherous. "Earlier was more to complete the binding than anything else. But now I'm curious as to what comes next. To be honest, you are probably the most delicious Master I've had or that I can recall. And I am eager to see just what else you would do with me." She idly licked her bottom lip as she let her eyes gaze down his body and back up to his face.
James
As she answered, James regarded Kanna with patience, respect, and considered appraisal, not only of her luscious body but also her pleasant attitude and sparkling personality that made her the perfect package. For a near-naked otherwordly being bound by magic to serve him as a virtual sex slave, she seemed to treat this as a strictly professional arrangement, a job with well-defined duties and payment. And that was just as well, it was what really helped the stuffy professor accept and make sense of the whole affair and treat her as some kind of unusual grad student he was agreeing to supervise. Besides the fact that he direly wanted to enjoy all the pleasures she had to offer, of course. Caution, common sense, and sanity were telling him to reject her, deny this whole unreality, and get out now while he still could, but he realized that at some point he'd come to want it wholeheartedly, to need it desperately, and that he never could have refused this from the moment he saw her. His desire for knowledge and his desire for Kanna were as one.
Then Kanna's smile turned lusty and her eyes roamed his body, and it was answered by an understanding, equally desiring, if slightly embarrassed look from James. "I, uh, drink a lot of pineapple juice." he deflected at the matter of being delicious. "And, what I would do with you..." he echoed slowly, wondering just what he would do with her, hardly knowing where to begin. The possibilities were amazing and endless. "Miss Kanna, I want you, I mean, to keep you on as my student— my servant," he began, in small slips of the tongue that hardly needed correcting. He started again, speaking more carefully lest he affect the binding spell. "I'd like to keep you bound to me on an ongoing basis, or until you wish to be returned. You can serve me as mutually agreed and I will take care of you and, ah, feed you as best I can. First, I'll take you home with me for the long weekend. Then we can decide whether to continue."
But he knew he couldn't hold off that long. "As for what comes next..." This time, his dark eyes met hers with piercing intent with a hungry smile, a sign he was growing more confident with this and giving into his lust for her. "You do. Come over here. I'd like to examine that beautiful body of yours. And see how delicious you are."
Kanna
Kanna smiled almost knowingly at him. She had gathered from the way he spoke, as well as what was obviously his office of work, that he would appreciate a more academic or business like way of going over things. She felt he would respond to that better than the more......filthy way of speaking of pacts that she had had in the past. She still intended to be filthy and depraved as was her nature but would be sure to ease him into that part of her personality so as not to overwhelm the poor man. She let out a small giggle at his almost subconscious comment about pineapple. She knew what he meant, that little trick of human biology wasn't new, not even in this distant time away from people actually believing in her kind.
Her grin widened at the few slips he let out as he spoke, a delightful idea springing into her mind. Her grin turned to a filthy smile as she saw the heat enter his eyes and the demanding confidence return to his voice. She gracefully stood up from his chair and moved around the desk to in front of him. Feeling a little cheeky, Kanna took a seat right on his desk. Her legs angled open easily, bracketing his own as he sat in his chair before her. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as she leaned towards him till her face was closer to his. "Is this to your liking?" She gave him smile full of promise and lust as she added on one word, curious as to how it would effect him. "Professor?"
James
This time, he didn't a jot for his papers. James's hungry gaze was all over Kanna's body as she perched on his desk, undressing her with his eyes even before he could get her scant attire off of her again, even as his hands reached for her breast-band... But, at her last, teasing term, he paused and his eyes darted up to meet hers with a flicker of curiosity and excitement that he soon tamped with self-discipline. "'Master' will do." he corrected her, speaking slowly and stiffly, trying and failing to hide how much he would have appreciated the other title, if only he let himself. As a teacher, even a college professor as handsome and crushed-on as he was, students had always been off limits, the furthest from his mind and even his most secret fantasies. But to have Kanna as his own special student, to mold her mind as much as he would her body, well, that would be something very different. Speaking of...
After shifting his camera-phone to a new angle, he hooked his finger through her cleavage and undid the clasp of her breast-band, letting the scrap of black material fall away and the majestic orbs of her breasts bounce free and into his waiting palms. They were big enough to fill even his large hands. Immediately, with a sigh of delight, his strong fingers began to squeeze and knead that luscious soft flesh, tentatively and tenderly at first but with growing confidence. They felt incredible, but like any natural human woman's—she was real, she felt real, better than real. Kanna was a magical, otherworldly being, of course she would have the tits of an angel. James had a vague idea he should be taking notes, but wondered what would be the point or why he should pause to do so? Besides, his hands were full and the phone was recording. "God, these are magnificent." he muttered huskily. Should he continue his interview? He looked up to Kanna's equally gorgeous again face again, still fondling. "Are you enjoying this?" he asked, sounding a touch hopeful. "I mean, ah, do you have the sensitivity of a human woman?"
James could not wait another moment; he could hardly hold himself back any more. He could have his answer another way. Half-rising from his seat, he bowed his head toward Kanna's chest and planted a hungry kiss upon one of her perky tears, with his hands still firmly grasping her breasts. He adored the feel of the soft skin of her areola, the delicate yet firm little nub as it played across his lips and as he flicked it with his tongue to elicit the desired responses from the succubus. His succubus. He shook with a soft, throaty chuckle into her breast at the insane, incredible idea of it.
