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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

xXSeraphinaXx

xXSeraphinaXx

Super-Earth
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Feb 10, 2017
Her cabin was deeper in the woods then most villagers dared travel, and Cecilia was perfectly fine with that knowledge. She liked to keep to herself, because most of the time others judged her based on the mistakes of her ancestors. It was her Grandmother that had caused the death of several villagers. An accident involving a few powerful spells and a magical beast had tainted her family name for the rest of time. Cecilia understood the fear that the villagers clung so tightly to, and under other circumstances she would have been fearful too. But she was the witch and they were the magic-less humans. She was the one to be feared.

But she didn’t taunt them or give them reason to fear her. No, the young witch wanted to be left alone in her cozy cottage, free to do her spelling as she wished. Occasionally, she made the full days walk to the village for food and supplies if she ran out, but for the most part she was self-sufficient on her own.

What she couldn’t do however, was figure out the spell that would aid her in finding out what happened to her parents. The twenty-one year old woman had been left to fend for herself when she was twelve. Her parents had died mysteriously and she had no idea if it was foul play on the part of the village or if it was caused by their own spell mishaps. The villagers had been joyous of the loss, not caring that a young girl had been left without a family to watch over her. They were likely disappointed that Ceci had not joined her parents in death. After years of trying to figure out what caused their deaths, she realized that her only other choice would be to summon someone to help her. Ceci looked through dozens of texts that her grandmother had left behind after her own death, trying to find the demon aid that could do something about a pair of deaths that had occurred nine years prior.

There was a chance not even a demon could uncover the truth, but she was willing to give it a shot. Her grandmother had summoned demons on numerous occasions, and it appeared simple enough if all of the precautions were taken.

That was what led her to draw a complex circle of protection on the wooden floor boards in the center of her living room. Her cabin wasn't huge, but it had been large enough to house her small family when it was, at one time, whole. Two bedrooms had been enough for her parents, grandmother, and herself. The kitchen was nice in size, perfect for mixing spells and dinners alike. Cecilia's favorite part of the cabin was the deck that wrapped around the front, giving a peaceful view of the stream that flowed by the house. The trees that surrounded her left it shady on most days, never getting too much sunlight. It made gardening for food more difficult, but she adjusted to eating foods that didn't need a lot of sunlight to grow. Or she'd use a spell to speed up the growth if she really wanted something special.

Candles were burning around the protection circle and texts were thrown open in a mess around the floor. A fire roared in the fireplace nearby, but Ceci's gaze was focused on the candles that flickered around her circle. They were different colors as her text instructed, each playing a different role in the spell. Her blonde hair fell in a long sheet around her shoulders, covered comfortably with a red cloak. She had been running in and out of the cold night as she prepared and had left the garment on when she started the spell. If anything, it would keep her warm when all of the flames burned out.

Blue eyes focused and her hands raised at her sides. Ceci began the chant, repeating it as necessary and stressing certain words that flowed in Latin over her tongue. The candles flames shot higher, the spell growing stronger as she continued on. The demon she was summoning wasn't supposed to be very strong, something she could easily control, and she was excited to finally summon her first.

The last word of the spell was released from her lips and everything turned eerily quiet, the flames in her cabin all burning out with a strong gust of wind. Even the fireplace went out, leaving Ceci in utter darkness for several long beats of her heart. She was starting to think it hadn't worked, but suddenly the flames returned with a fury, chasing away the chill that had started to settle in the room. Ceci's eyes went wide, a form beginning to appear within her circle. But she immediately knew something was wrong. The demon that was arriving was not what she meant to summon at all, she could feel its power burning on her skin. What she had summoned was not something she could control.
 
Rakith lay in his chambers in the lower planes of Hell. Nothing special for him to do. He'd tortured the souls that deserved it. But that was his job. Sure once in a while it got exciting and became fun if he got a particularly rich or famous person in life.. Who didn't believe they would wind up in Hell with the other lost souls. Those were the ones he liked.. Watching as the smug look faded from their faces as he melted them off.

But now he was bored. And a bored demon was never a good thing for anyone but the demon. Worlds got razed because creatures like him got bored. The last time he was bored, he had started Mt Vesuvius to erupt and bury Pompei. The terror and screams had kept him happy and smiling for centuries.

That was when he felt it. Somebody was trying to call him into the mortal world. He could feel the magic as it wove around his body. But there was something different... He could feel that whoever was doing this would have nowhere near the power to control him. Meaning he would be free to do as he would in that realm.. His mouth started to salivate at the thought of the mayhem he could wreck. The summons was taking hold and his home was fading into the fire surrounding him. When he could see again, he saw a young woman, was she even twenty? Lovely blonde hair and a ripe body. Well he knew what he would do first...

The flames flashed across the tatoos that covered his body as he stood before her in his naked glory. His voice boomed, "Foolish child... You know you can't control me.. Are you prepared to pay the price of your error? You know you will pay. You cannot stop me." He stepped out of the circle and grabbed her by the red cloak she wore and pulled her to her feet. She was short enough that she was barely able to keep her toes on the floor when he brought her up to look her in the eyes. This would an important first interaction. How would she handle this, he wondered. "I am Rakith the Destroyer. I have made many worlds lifeless.. What do you offer me to sate my need for destruction?"
 
She was quiet when he appeared, blue eyes assessing what exactly she had summoned into the mortal realm she called home. His initial greeting irritated her and she felt her lip twitch in frustration. He already knew she couldn't control him, which didn't bode well for her. She couldn't even fake the ability or power if he could already sense it. Child. She hated being considered a child, though to a demon she supposed it was more than accurate.

“Pay?” Ceci mused quietly, gazing up at the nude demon with a slight curve to her lips. “As I see it..I just gave you a free pass to the earth realm...Shouldn't you be thanking me?” She had to twist the situation in any way she could.

The hand that shot out from the circle disrupted her flow of magic, breaking her hold easily and sending the magic shattering to the ground. Ceci gasped, the loss of her circle making her chest constrict with pain. It had taken a lot of magic and to lose it all at once was one heck of a punch. Her cloak was seized, forcing her to the tips of her toes to look him in the eye. She remained silent, meeting his gaze defiantly, her lips set in a stubborn line. What did she offer him? She had little to offer a Demon of Destruction and Chaos. “Rakith…” She let his name roll off her tongue, hiding the fear that she actually felt within her tight chest.

Ceci lifted her hands, the cloak parting to show the thin blue nightgown beneath, covering her slim, but supple curves, to the knee. Hands lifted, she motioned to the cabin around her. “I have little of value here...But I summoned a demon to aid me in a hunt…” Ceci carefully worded her explanation. “A hunt for my parents murderer. I have thoughts to believe they died by the hands of a nearby village. There are many lives there I would offer to you...to sate your destructive desires…” The Demon could and most likely would take whatever he wanted, there was nothing that could stop him. But she hoped the offer would at least amuse him. “Of course….if you have the interest in helping me…” She added, “Certainly a deal can be made…?” Ceci questioned, a slim brown rising in curiosity.

“What is your strength and time worth?” She asked. The only tell of her fear was the frantic beating of her heart, her pulse rapid through the vein in her neck.
 
Rakith looked the young little witch in the eye appraisingly. She did not lack courage, that he had to give her. Most in her position would be on their knees sobbing or lose their minds entirely. Not many mortals could manage summoning a Demon Prince, and those who did rarely survived long enough to talk about it. Yet, here she was, filled with delicious fear that he savored, and yet defiant. Perhaps he might make a deal yet. She had to know that she was his already, didn't she? And while he usually didn't concern himself with matters of the flesh with a human, the human body he had assumed to enter the world took notice of her shape and the supple hints beneath the thin blue material. He chuckled softly as the member between his legs started to harden in arousal. He didn't give it a second thought though, there were matters to discuss first.

"Murdered parents? What are they to me? I will likely destroy this village regardless, he said callously. Finally after several long minutes he let her down so she could stand once more. He was curious if her knees would give once he wasn't holding her up anymore. "There are always deals to be made. That is the nature of things. You witches try to control forces you cannot fathom. We come and do what is negotiated. Normally, for you, this should have gone better. Summoning a Prince is dangerous for anyone, let alone a young woman. " The dark fiery eyes of the demon looked around the cabin. She was right, of course, there was little of value for her to offer him. Waving a hand, his tattoos glowed a fiery red for a moment, and then he was clothed. "Walking around like that was chilly. So young lady," he had noted her cringe at the world child before, and decided that while he had the upper hand, he would play nice for the moment and see where that got him, "you think your parents were murdered by this village? Witches and warlocks like yourself I assume? What year is it in this realm? Last time I was here, was to watch Pompeii burn. Such delightful screams and terror... That made me happy."

"I will give you credit, you are brave for one so young. Either that, or unaware of the situation you are in. But judging by the wonderful terror I feel from you, I suspect you do. Now, you've seen me fully, I would think it only polite to show me what it is you are hiding beneath the unnecessary piece of clothing." With another wave of his hand and she stood there naked before him as her clothing simply fell off.

Now that she was vulnerable, he strode across the room to her again, towering over her. His peers often said he liked to show off, and why not? What was the sense of power if you didn't use it? Besides, she had dared to summon him and hope to contain him. That deserved a display of what she had unleashed up her world.

"As to the other matter, yes, you have given me a free pass to your world. However, I would think that you would have some concern for that worlds safety. After all, when I arrive, people die. And I don't do halves. I destroy cities when I am bored torturing the souls of the Damned. To protect your world, you will need to find a away... to.. amuse me.." He looked her deeply in those expressive and rather fetching eyes, "I will help you, for a price of course. The price shall be you. Your body, and later, your soul. You shall be mine for the rest of time. Is that agreed?"
 
Her gaze didn't waver from him, letting him steal all of her focus. When he released her, she stumbled, swaying on her feet and taking a cautious step back. He had stated his careless opinion of her problem, but he didn't dismiss her offer for a deal. It kept her from losing all of her confidence, the defiant gleam still glowing in her eyes. She had summoned a Demon Prince, something that had be accidental, but also a great feat. Ceci was proud of herself, but the fact that she couldn't control him was still an issue.

The witch tensed when he waved his hand, unsure at first what he was doing. When he merely clothed himself, she relaxed. A clothed Demon was better than an aroused and naked one. “My parents were a witch and a warlock, yes…” Ceci replied, answering his questions as they came. “We are currently in the year 1586…” She answered thoughtfully, struggling to remember the year for herself. She didn't know what he was speaking of, her gaze turning somewhat confused. He did however make it known that he liked to cause havoc. She wasn't dealing with a simple demon at all.

He could feel her fear, but she refused to show it. Ceci tilted her chin, her eyes narrowing. But the Demon’s comment regarding her clothes made her jaw drop in surprise. “What!?” She gasped. The audacity to suggest such a thing took away all of her tightly reigned emotions. Seconds later she felt the woosh of her clothes falling off and the chill of the room caress her skin. Cecilia cried out in horror, her hands flying to cover her exposed breasts and pelvis. Her breasts were full and heavy beneath her arm, her chest heaving as a thread of panic started to settle in. She was naked. She had NEVER been bare before another person that hadn't been her mother. When he approached her, looming over her in an intimidating stance, she shied away.

Despite her obvious discomfort and fear, her eyes still glared up at him. “I summoned you. I cannot control one of your power. I will be dead or taken in one way or another. I care not for the world's safety. It has done little for me..” Ceci explained coolly, her voice wavering slightly. “If I amuse you...the world I care not for will benefit…” She reasoned quietly.

He mentioned helping her, but his price was one that she could not offer. Her body and, in time, her soul. “The secrets I seek are not worth your price..” Ceci snapped, her bright eyes filled with fury. “My soul is my own…”

She took another step back, her arms wrapped around her body as if it could protect her. Ceci had been alone for much of her life, so no man had ever wished for her body. The closest men were a day away and afraid of her. The thought of giving her body to a Demon was terrifying. “If I refuse your price...will you leave and create your chaos elsewhere?” She doubted it, but she couldn't help but ask. As she asked her questions, she continued to inch away from his looming presence.
 
Rakith found her attempts to cover her body amusing. Apparently, it was one thing to summon a demon from Hell. But another thing entirely to allow a breast or a little pubic hair to been seen by said demon. Humans were funny sometimes. That she believed her soul was her own was almost laughable. She clearly didn't yet understand how this worked. If you summoned something you couldn't control, your soul generally speaking was assumed forfeit. All he was asking of her was her body, and her compliance.

He could force the issue, and would most likely. So in essence, all he was offering her was the choice and to get something for it. Despite her reaction, he haughtiness, his deal was as fair as a mortal could expect from a Demon Prince. He wanted to watch her squirm. Perhaps she would amuse him enough that he would go easy on her soul when he owned it. "By amusing me, you help yourself. Not just this world which you scorn. If I was capable of sympathy I would offer it, though I am not so there we are. As to your soul.. You really are new at this aren't you? If somebody summons something too big for their britches, the soul is the first thing you lose. Close your eyes.... Look inward.... You will see the fires of Hell and my face laughing." Trapping her against the wall, he lifted her chin up to face him once again. She would feel his growing bulge pressed hard against her body. He towered a good foot over her, and he glared down at her unsympathetically.

"You see, my dear I already have you. You belong to me for Eternity," his voice took on an ominous tone. "What I offered you was a kindness, not an impossible price. I can take your body any time I want it. And I will, repeatedly. But out of respect for your bravery and fire within you, i offered you a choice first." His hands moved along her smooth skin, taking first one hand and then the other and pressing them up above her head to restrain her using his massive and powerful hand. Leaning in so close she could feel the heat of his breath against her neck, he told her, "You will be my slave. What you had in mind for me, Cecilia. Yes, I know your name, girl. I know your family. You are but the latest in a line of witches and warlocks. At least your grandmother knew her business."

Placing his mouth on hers, he kissed her with the same force she had felt when her circle broke, intense enough to take her breath away and forceful to convey that in his mind she was already his plaything. As the kiss ended, he whispered, "Refuse if you want, young lady.. But my pet you shall be either way."
 
A stubborn shift in her jaw kept her glare on point as he taunted her for her ignorance. She didn't exactly have anyone to consult for guidance. Ceci also hadn't planned on summoning a damn prince. Her goal had been a much weaker demon and she didn't understand what had gone so wrong. If she ever got the chance she planned to extensively examine her notes on the summoning and figure out what had gone awry.

She refused to accept his statement about her soul, she would fight him on it tooth and nail. Ceci would never admit to losing her soul to a demon. Her grandmother would have been furious and disappointed in her. She was likely rolling in her grave.

Her back bumped the wall, the chill of the stone making her shiver. But it was his fingertips guiding her chin that made her freeze. The only warmth she felt was the growing bulge pressing against her belly as she stared up at him. Perhaps clothes didn't make him any less dangerous. A lump formed in her throat, her body had nowhere to run, and she was left to the desires of a demon. She regretted her foolish choices and inwardly cursed herself. Belonging to a demon for eternity was not one of her priorities in life. Sure, he was not without his charms, but he was what he was. The threat and promise of using her body was soon followed by his grip around her wrists, pinning them above her head. Ceci tried to avoid his touch, but the large hands that controlled her left no chance of escape. With her hands restrained above her head, her body was exposed for his view.

Ceci bit the inside of her cheek, tasting blood and trying not to make any sounds to betray the terror in her veins. The warm brush of his breath against her neck caused goosebumps along the length of her body. Her name. He knew her name already. She really was lost, he had her. A demon was never allowed to have your name unless it was clearly summoned and under your full control, it was one of the few things she remembered from when her grandmother summoned. Grandmother. “You knew of my grandmother?” She asked, surprise and interest flashing through and slicing her defiant glare. Her grandmother had been a strong witch, one of the strongest in their line. She had made promises that Cecilia would one day surpass her and become a powerful witch, but before her training could be complete, everyone was dead.

Ceci hadn’t been expecting the kiss, her mind still reeling over the fact that the demon knew her family. When his lips seized her, a gasp parted her delicate petals, her body arching against him from the force and intensity. He owns me, She thought fearfully, her wrists struggling in his grip. Her heart was in her throat, her lips burning and her skin suddenly sensitive to every brush against his chest that her squirming to get away caused. Ceci was panting when he pulled away, lightheaded and trembling as he whispered to her. “Damn you…” She cursed. All curiosity that had been previously apparent in her gaze was gone, only revulsion and anger filled her emerald orbs.

"Don't you keep the souls of the dead," Ceci snapped, "I'm not dead...You may have my body in your hands, but my soul remains mine until the day I draw my last breath...." She tried to reason with him, attempting to pull whatever knowledge on the concept out of the recesses of her mind that she had. Wasn't that how it worked? Ceci cursed herself, wishing she had remembered more from her training nine years earlier.

But God, her body. He couldn't have her body. She continued to tug on her wrists, her back scratching against the rough stone of the wall as she tried to pull away. "Don't you have enough souls and pets to keep you amused...?" The magic she had lost when he broke her circle was slowly returning to her. If she could gain back a little more strength she could try to get away from him.
 
Rakith felt her squirm beneath his control. Knew that she knew that she was his, and that there was nothing she could do about it. Yet she fought. And fought hard. Her grandmother would be proud. That one had been a scary witch. And he could see Ceci growing to surpass her one day, with his help. His help had already been secured years earlier. That was something he hadn't told her just yet. That she had already been traded to him for her own future. But he enjoyed her fight. It was arousing. Well truthfully nearly everything about her was. Her spirit was simply one of his favorites. He would in time, tame it, but he would try not to break it entirely. Feeling her magic returning, he suspected that he was in for a little fight. And that was fine with him. Nothing like a good battle and victory to make the prize tastier.

Still. Why risk hurting her? And damage his new toy. After all, the deal had been to protect her and make her powerful. And he would, as his pet. Increasing the power of his grip on her hands he lifted her by the wrists so that her feet were fully off the ground. "I own you, even before you tried to summon me. Did you not wonder how you got a Prince with a simple summons? How you made such a glaring mistake? You who your grandmother promised you would one day surpass her? How do you think she knew that?" He let the questions sink in. She wasn't stupid she would figure it out. She had actually performed the spell perfectly. She just didn't the power to bind him. Nor, due to the pact already made, would she ever be able to. She would have the strength but he had the blood pact signed overruling it.

His mouth covered hers again, harder and more intense then before as he bit her bottom lip as he pulled back. "The fact is, your family knew the villagers wanted to kill them.. They made a bargain for your life. And your future. They traded you to me, with the understanding that I would protect you, and train you to become a powerful witch. Do you remember the day your grandmother asked you for help where you pricked your finger accidentally and the blood ruined her spell? It didn't ruin it.. it sealed it..."

His hand freely roamed her fresh virgin body. She would be a treat. Pushing a finger inside her soft womanhood, he gave her a taste of what was waiting for her. When he got just enough of her dew on his finger, he brought it to his lips and licked it clean before her eyes. Then he let her down. "Go to the kitchen. Third tile from the left, knock twice and speak my name... The truth is there."
 
Rakith lifted her, her feet no longer touching the ground, the weight from her body making her arms straighten as she hung. “Rakith…” She hissed, trying to tune out his words as they sunk into her skin, explaining even further that her life of freedom was gone. Her grandmother never would have offered her up to a Demon Prince, it didn’t make sense! Cecilia groaned, frustration burning through her veins as the information really sunk in. She wondered if he was telling the truth or if he was just trying to damper her fight.

Ceci’s mind was abuzz with thoughts and connections, pulling together odd pieces of her memory here and there. Trying to find any sort of evidence that what Rakith said was true. It was possible, but she didn’t want to accept it.

The taste of his lips stole her attention again, overwhelming in their touch. She groaned against his kiss, her fists clenching above her head as her legs useless dangled between them. A flurry of emotion she didn't reciprocate stirred in her body, a stinging attraction that her body wanted but her mind abhorred. Ceci would NOT enjoy the attention of a demon, her body be damned. But being lonely for nine long years made it hard for her body to disagree with the pleasant touch of an intense kiss, even as he bit down on her bottom lip, sending a sharp zing of feeling through her. Her eyes rolled and she jerked in her hanging position. "Get off me!" Ceci growled, her lips red and plump from his kiss. Her cheeks were flushed and she was furious, her fury mirrored in her narrowed gaze.

Again she was forced to listen to Rakith's explanation. Each thing he said made more and more sense, the facts connecting in ways she couldn't deny. She would despise her family if what he said was true. Her life was not worth making a bargain with a demon, she didn't give a damn if she died. She cared if she was forced to be the possession of another. The memory of her grandmother's spell, one she thought she had ruined, flickered through her mind and she turned passive, her pulse skipping. Oh God no, it can't really be true. Grandmother, why? Ceci panicked to herself, her eyes wide in horror. The hand that slid across her skin made her shiver, her teeth clenching as he explored her. "Stop...There has to be..." She was cut off as he pushed a finger within her never before explored depths, her breath catching and her eyes fluttering shut. He would know that her body didn't despise him as much as her mind did, the evidence would be there. Ceci was appalled, holding her breath as he touched her. With her eyes closed she could hide the tears that threatened to spring free.

They only opened when his finger slid free, but she wished she had left them shut as she watched him raise the digit to his lips to lick it clean. Ceci's lips parted as she watched, horrified and intrigued at the same time. She wanted to die, but not even death would give her escape. Not if he had her soul. Right?

Her feet touched the ground, her legs trembling as she stared up at him, frozen and unmoving. The truth was in her cottage. For her entire life alone, the truth of her future had been hidden for her. "You have to be lying...And if you are...you will leave..." She stated boldly. "You will leave this cottage and stay the HELL away from me..." Ceci found her feet again, only swaying a little as she crossed the living room, grabbing her discarded cloak as she did so. Despite the heat within her body, she pulled the cloak over her shoulders as if she were cold. It gave her only a brief moment to escape his gaze as she moved to the kitchen.

She counted. To the third tile she went, crouching before it and knocking twice, "Rakith..." She hissed. A click and a zip of magic shot through her, making her gasp as the tile broke free. Lifting it out of the way, Ceci looked within for the contents. A leather bound book, and a rolled contract waited within.

Ceci glanced over her shoulder, assuming that the demon would be watching. Things were not looking good for her. She pulled out the two items and stood from the floor, placing the book and the roll of paper on the table. First she lifted the roll, breaking the wax seal on the outside and unraveling it to read. It was the spell and binding contract, offering her soul and body to the Demon Prince Rakith in exchange for protection and training. Her grandmother's name and blood, as well as her own name and blood were at the bottom of the paper. "But I never agreed....I was tricked..." She never would have offered her blood to seal the spell if she had known.

A powerful mixture of fear and anger shot through her, her magic responding in turn as she looked up at Rakith. "No!" She said in disbelief. The flames in the room blew out, a rush of her power sending them into darkness as the room's light was banished. "Get out!" She demanded. Ceci dropped the contract and clenched her fists, rounding the table and moving towards Rakith, her eyes sparkling even in the darkness. The cloak floated around her as she approached, each step filled with the fury that fueled her. "My family will not end with my belonging to a Demon!" She exclaimed, the air around them heavy and crackling with uncontrolled magic. A sword that had been hanging on the stone wall, on display for years, levitated away, her anger pulling it close and sending it flying towards Rakith. Ceci wasn't even aware of it's movement, her emotions, usually controlled, were a frenzy within her.
 
If it had been possible for him to feel pity, he might have felt it in that moment for the girl. Her entire world view had just been made a lie to her. That couldn't be easy for her. Add in the loneliness she felt was now filled with horror knowing that he had been there all along waiting for her to summon him. Waiting for her so he could claim his prize. But in the end, he was what he was, and so rather than pity, he gloried in her dismay and rage. His tattoos glowed brightly in the darkness as he fed from her emotional outburst. They were so bright, they lit the room as if it was daylight. Sensing the blade flying at him rather than seeing it, he moved deftly from its path and grabbed it by the hilt as it passed him. "Very nice indeed. I am going to enjoy taming you, Ceci. Very very much."

Marveling at the light show she was putting on which in turn fed his own, he smiled. "You are indeed going to be a powerful witch. Once you learn to control this power within you. And you will, with my help." Absorbing as much of the raw uncontrolled magic as he could, he turned in the direction of the village. Letting it back out, it came as a powerful flame that erupted from his mouth, and as it moved away from him it became a gleaming ball of fire. It went out the window and into the woods. Where scant seconds later there was a loud explosion. Through the darkness, she would see the fire in the direction of the village. The one that created this mess for her ultimately. The terror and carnage fueled him further until he lifted from the floor in the room, power radiating from his fingers, mouth and toes. He let out a powerful roar of pleasure as he took in the death he had sowed.

As the room quieted down, he returned to the floor. Looking at her, he pulled her up off the floor and against his frame. If she had thought his bulge was hard and large before, it was more son now that he was at full erection. "No, Ceci, your family will not end with you being owned by a demon. I will be seeing to that personally."
 
Ceci could feel as Rakith absorbed the magic around them. The air became breathable and her emotions stalled out. The blade in his hand startled her, finally realizing that she had sent it propelling towards him. He was so much more powerful than she could have imagined, and her stupid magic had summoned him right to her front door. Worse, right into her home. The world was crumbling around her, and as she watched a flame zing from his mouth, her eyes wide as it traveled out of her window and towards the village, she realized just how hopeless her fight was becoming. The explosion that followed his own magic resulted in the obvious destruction of the village.

Cecilia's legs gave out from beneath her, the cloak spread around her in a circle as she slumped to the floor. "No..." She whispered, Rakith's roar filling her ears as she let the weight of her predicament fall down on her shoulders. Just like that he had killed so many of the humans of the village. It had taken him no effort at all. And she belonged to him. For eternity.

Her magic had fizzled out after his show of power, her mind numb as she tried to fight her way out of reality. She didn't even see Rakith approach her, nor did she feel him when he pulled her up to her feet, where she stood silently pressed to his body.

It was his statement of her family line not ending that shocked her out of her state of oblivious. She felt his erection then, pressed firmly against her. Ceci shook her head, "No...Rakith...." She shook her head again, desperation filling her eyes, "You..." Her pride was stopping her from begging, but she was so close to crumbling. Her state of mind had taken a hard hit and she was still struggling to recover, resulting in her state of hopeless fear and pitiful pleas. "Please don't do this..." She whispered. "Isn't there anything that will make you agree to ignore this contract?" Ceci inquired, "Anything at all..." She asked. Her eyes brightened, "Does it have to be for eternity?" She scrambled for anything. Anything to give her a future to look forward to. "Can we make a new deal?"
 
He could feel her crumbling the hope exiting her. She knew she was caught like a fly on flypaper and had nowhere to run. Abesently, he wondered how he would feel in her shoes. Or bare feet rather. The fact that she was holding out this long, and still not quite begging as she stood before him naked and exposed. She was a treasure, certainly. And not only did he have her, but he knew he wanted her too. So if she thought he would give her up, she was wrong. Though for some reason, he found he didn't want to feed off of her sorrow for being with him. That was... odd. But he dismissed it for now. Perhaps it was from how much he had just fed from the magic, her raw emotions and the dying screams of the town he had destroyed.

Her pitiful state made her more arousing than ever, and he knew he would go crazy if he had to wait much longer to take his payment from her. Still, the old saying said you caught more flies with honey than vinegar. So he would give her as much kindness as he owned, which admittedly was woefully little but he would try. "It won't be so bad, Ceci. I will take very good care of you, you will want for nothing." He scooped her up in his powerful arms, and carried her to the bedroom. "Just because you are mine doesn't mean I will abuse you. Why harm my most prized possession? The woman who will bear my children?" His voice was still powerful and commanding, but the huskiness had seeped into it as his arousal and hunger for her grew. He set her down on the bed remarkably gently all things considered as he stood over her. Slowly he began to peel his clothing off: opting for the traditional method to heighten the mood and make her watch in spite of herself. When he was naked before her, he reached out his hand and took her by the hair, her long blonde tresses wrapped around his hand as he brought her mouth to eye level with his throbbing cock. It was thick and glistened with precum as it sat inches from her puffy red lips.

"It's time for you to learn about what I expect from you, Ceci," he told her huskily though in a voice that brooked no argument. Using her hair, he pulled her mouth to the tip as he smeared the slick wetness at his tip on her lips, before pushing it into her mouth. Moving his hand to the back of her head, he guided her on him, fucking her face slowly. He wasn't going to be excessively rough, well... maybe a little...
But he wanted her to enjoy it too, so she would be wholly and truly trapped.
 
She recoiled when he gathered her in his arms, carrying her out of the room in much too intimate of a way. Ceci's hands were in fists against his chest as she squirmed, "I'll want for my freedom. Which is very much something," Her voice was soft and pained with the knowledge of her loss. The thought of bearing his children made her flinch, her nerves spiking again. Had her grandmother thought through her stupid decision to tie her granddaughter to a Demon Prince for all of eternity?

The soft bed welcomed her, her body quivering with fear as she watched him start to slip out of his clothing. The change in the mood was evident and only caused her pulse to sky rocket, her hands and feet scrambling back across the bed. She wasn't fast enough, his clothes were gone and his hand was wrapped in her hair before she could make it across the blankets. A sound of despair escaped her, the first true sign of her admitting her fear.

Lips trembling she stared at the thick cock only inches from her face. It was really going to happen. He was going to use her however he saw fit. And she couldn't do anything to stop him. The tears started to well in her eyes, stubbornly she held them in.

She sobbed as he pulled her mouth to the tip of his length, the salty taste of his precum smoothing over her lips. "P--Please..." She gasped, but in that moment her mouth expanded around the hard girth of his cock. The tears poured over her cheeks then, her hope shattered as he pushed into her mouth. He shifted his grip, holding the back of her head as her mouth slid over his sex, forward and back. The sensation was foreign to her, and her body rebelled at first, her throat constricting when he bumped the back of it with the head of his cock. Ceci's shoulders shook, her silent tears still slipping down her cheeks as she let the taste of him fill her. Her tongue had nowhere to go, curling around him with each thrust between her lips, caressing the sensitive skin that entered her mouth.

He had admitted to not wanting to hurt her, to making sure she was taken care of. Was that enough for her? For a moment she seemed to relax, her lips molding around him as she appeared less distraught. Ceci tried to let herself think about life in his service, but as she lost herself to the possible images, she got angry again. Hands fisted, she raised them and hit his body in front of her, her lips curling back even as he continued to slip between them. Angry eyes shifted to glare up at him, her teeth putting pressure on the cock in her mouth, not biting, but giving the fair warning that she wasn't broken yet.
 
Her defiance continued even with a mouth full of cock. Truly impressive. Though the way her mouth worked him over, he wondered for how much longer she would last. For somebody threatening to bite him with her teeth, she gave wonderful oral stimulation. He truly loved the anger in her eyes as she sucked him with his help. She would feel his cock throb harder in her mouth when their eyes met. "Ceci, keep that look and you're going to get a mouthful soon... I love that fire in you. I want that fire in you."

Even if she wasn't broken, and he didn't really want her broken, their sex would be so much hotter if the started out as angry sex, she was being compliant, if reluctantly so. The full gravity of her situation was obviously something she had grasped. But knowing you're going to lose your virginity to a Demon Lord who planned on putting a child in you was one thing... Actually having it done to you was entirely another matter. He would, however, take that a bit slower. She was too young to saddle with child just yet. Rather, he would enjoy her young body in all its youthful splendor.

He didn't want to cum in her mouth so after several glorious moments, he slowly pulled his shaft from her lips. "For somebody who hates this.. You're very good at that.." he said in a way that was strangely not mocking. It was meant as a compliment, which from him, was a rarity indeed. Angry sex from time to time was fun. Every time, less so. Variety was important. Pushing her down onto the bed, he rolled her over onto her stomach before moving her to her knees, making her luscious bare ass stare him in the face. His rough hands caressed it gently before parting her cheeks and his mouth moved to her womanhood from behind. He wanted to make sure she was wet before he took her. Dry sex would not be something she would likely want to repeat. And he wanted her to want this.
 
Panic hit her hard. He liked her feisty attitude. It made everything that much better for him. Damn him, She thought angrily, shifting her gaze away after his comment. She could feel the rush of desire as it fueled the hard thickness between her lips. Ceci was unsure what to do. Nothing she did got her closer to freedom, if anything her actions made things worse. They made him more amused, more aroused, and made her more furious. She never lessened the pressure of her teeth around him, but her throat grew accustomed to the feeling of each thrust and her tongue flattened against him, each stroke doing more than she wanted for the demon's own pleasure.

When he slowly pulled from her lips, she shut her mouth with a loud clack of teeth. His compliment did nothing to curb her anger. It only made her more angry- with herself. Cecilia licked her lips, the exotic taste of Rakith lingering. She promised herself that she didn't like it.

There would be no deal making. The Demon Prince had obviously waited long enough for what he wanted, and Ceci knew she couldn't convince him otherwise. But heavens help her she was terrified. When he pushed her down onto the bed, rolling her so that she was on her stomach, she bit back a panicked plea. Onto her hands and knees she moved, his hands guiding her through each necessary shift. "Rakith..." She whispered, her voice shaking. "Can't we-" A gasp fell from her as his mouth found her sex, her eyes bulging at the odd sensation. He was doing that to her.

Ceci found herself unable to stop her head from arching back, sending her body bending in a way that drove her closer to Rakith's mouth. "C-Curse you..." The witch growled, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath them, her eyes clenched shut and her lips twisted in a contortion of her split emotions. Even if she did come to terms with her new arrangements, she refused to enjoy them. She would truly lose if she did.
 
Rakith could sense her body reacting to his touch, even if she was still fighting. Her cursing him only made him grin. "I'd accept you damning me... but you see.. I already am..." She tasted sweet to his tongue as he licked her hungrily. His thumbs rubbed her sex and one found her nub, and teased it with his rough touch. Removing one of his fingers from her womanhood, and brought it to her lips since it was clear she was trying desperately to avoid enjoying this. Showing her the arousal that was clear to him, well it could only help he decided.

He didn't budge from his spot between her ass cheeks as he lapped at her dew like a man drowning of thirst. Rakith wanted Ceci's first orgasm to come from his mouth so she would be perhaps a bit more pliant and well ready to be taken by him. Licking his tongue hard against her swollen clit, he alternated with his thumb to work her button over. The free hand, dripping with her dew, moved to her ass, and he teased her rosebud with the wet finger before slowly pressing it into her.

While it was relatively common in this era among the upper classes, he wasn't entirely certain about how she would feel about it. This wasn't Paris exactly. Betwen his two hands, he worked both entries expertly, adding his tongue to push her towards the edge. Pulling his mouth from her briefly, he gave her a command, "Cum for me, Ceci.. Show your Master how much he owns you.." After which his focus turned to her clit soly as he sucked it hard, biting it with his teeth and simulating it in any way possible. After that statement, his order, he had better make her incapable of avoiding climax.
 
Every slick stroke of his tongue or swipe of his thumb made her body react, betraying her hatred with no sense of shame. Cecilia bit down on her lip painfully, desperate to distract herself from his ministrations between her legs. It did little to help her, the sweet sting of pain only adding to the pleasure that his touch was causing her. His finger, brought before her lips with the evidence of her arousal, made her grimace. He knew she was fighting the pleasure, she knew she was fighting. So why did she fight? Ceci shook her head, releasing a sound stuck somewhere between a groan of frustration and a moan of pleasure.

Her arms were shaking, no longer willing to prop her up, causing her to fold forward on the bed, her cheek pressed to the blankets while her ass remained firmly in the air. For a young woman who had never been touched before, Rakith was not wasting any time introducing her to the different pleasure centers of her body. She had never realized just how sensitive her clit was, but his constant attention made her writhe, unable to control herself as she shuddered and panted with need.

What she had certainly not been expecting was Rakith's next move, when she felt him touch her between her cheeks, her hips jerked. Ceci's eyes flew wide, lips parting in surprise as he slowly pressed a finger into her, exploring an area of her body that she had never even considered. Things were beginning to get overwhelming for her, but she couldn't deny the pressure that was building in her body, making her feel antsy and needy for something she didn't know. Beneath Rakith's expertise, she found herself coming undone. His command was heard, but she set her jaw stubbornly, attempting to ignore him again.

But he wasn't going to make it easy for her to disobey him. In fact, he appeared to be making it impossible. Fists bunched in the blankets, pulling at them like she was slowly going crazy, Ceci fought against the rising pleasure. The sharp bite of his teeth made her groan, a strong shudder running the full length of her body. Rakith continued to torment her, pushing her closer to where he wanted her. "No!" Ceci cried, pushing off the rising orgasm when it threatened to crash over her. When it rose a second time, she made a strangled sound, her desperation to not give him what he wanted clear. "No!" She screamed into the bed, muffling her anger and frustration in the blankets.

But that tongue, she thought. It only took the single thought and her walls came falling down. Cecilia's body exploded in a wave of pleasure that knocked her on her ass, the moan one of distant anguish as Rakith achieved his victory. She couldn't avoid it. Her body hadn't wanted to listen to her mind. Her climax, the first she had ever experienced, left her in a state of shock that she couldn't explain. Ceci hated herself. Each shudder of her body as a stray thread of pleasure coursed through her sent her self hatred even higher. "T-This means nothing..." She argued, the pale skin of her cheeks and chest flushed with the warmth of her pleasure.
 
Rakith savored every moment of her climax. It was a thing of beauty, not only for how powerful it was, and how wonderful it must have felt for her given the emotions she radiated, but also it was his victory. He had gotten her to cum on command, and while she would likely deny it for a while, she knew she was done for in regards to getting free. Worse, she would have learned that she enjoyed what he did to her. Those two things would eat at her. And while he had not been excessively mean to her, he was still a demon. And even delicious suffering like she would endure was still a joy to him.

As she came down from her climax, he stood up and quickly put his clothing back on. "It means everything, but you can live in denial if it helps. You just proved that you are mine, even without the contract." Leaning down to her, he pulled her up and off of the bed until she dangled before his fully clothed body. Holding her by the wrists once more, he smiled at her with a smug infuriating smile, "You see. my dear Ceci, with your climax, you gave tacit permission and acceptance of your grandmother's deal. Not that it matters, I know now that I own you without it. I could burn the contract now, and you would still come back to me for more. I've awaken your hidden desires. It's just a matter of time now.."

Setting her down on the ground, he waved his hand and she found herself fully clothed. Or rather nearly fully clothed. She was wearing a skirt so short, her ass checks would be visible when she bent over. She had no bloomers on, the blouse was purest white and so thin her hard nipples were clearly visible through the nearly sheer material. Around her neck was a black lace choker with a small silver ring attached like for a leash. Her feet were clad in odd high heeled shoes unlike any she had seen in her part of the world. She had no undergarments on. "Now, be a dear and make your Master some supper."
 
Cecilia peered over her shoulder at him, her chest still heaving from the intensity of her orgasm. He was getting dressed. Bastard, she thought to herself. She didn't have the energy to fight him when he pulled her off the bed, leaving her dangling in front of him again. Mortifying her again through the state of her flushed and obviously aroused body. She wanted to wipe the smirk off his face with sharp nails as he taunted her with the facts right in front of her face. He spoke of hidden desires, which she knew were true. Ceci's world had been opened up to a broad selection of new sensations and emotions. Those of which she had not been ready or prepared for.

When Rakith released her, she fought the urge to slap him. To stand up straight and bring her hand down hard across his face. Out of frustration, in several forms, and from her out right despair.

The wave of his hand clothed her, but when she looked down at what she was wearing, her face drained of color. "Are you..." Ceci looked up at him, her gaze hard and annoyed. Of course he was serious. She didn't even have to finish her sentence. Had he not humiliated her enough? The skirt's length bothered her, but it was the sheer, thin material of the blouse that bothered her more. It brushed her nipples in a way that made her insides clench, and she hoped the reaction would go away once she got over the intensity of the last few moments.

Something around her neck alarmed her as well. Lifting a slender hand to the base of her throat she gasped, eyes widening at the realization that he had truly turned her into his own little pet. His pet witch of all things. No undergarments and decorated like a dog. Ceci swayed on the odd shoes he'd placed on her, her brows furrowing in distaste at them. "I dislike you. I dislike your voice. Your face. Your stupid logic. Your stupid clothes!" Ceci snapped, one statement after the next, brushing past him to leave her bedroom. She quickly got used to the shoes on her feet, but she was very much aware of the way each step she took required a sashay of her hips that was likely a lot more alluring than she wanted it to be. She didn't want to attract him any more than necessary, but he had deliberately placed her in something that would make it impossible.

Make her master supper. Poison her master with every possible concoction she could think of was more likely. Ceci's cheeks were still flushed red with embarrassment as she entered the kitchen. A mumble under her breath lit the candles and fire again, the small burst of magic bringing her a small comfort. At least some things hadn't changed.

The memory of what he caused her to feel was burned into her conscious and every second she recalled it, pressing her thighs together in discomfort and frustration. She hated him. For everything he represented, for everything he did, and for everything he hadn't done yet- but she knew he would do. For everything he made her feel- she despised him.

Instead of focusing on things she couldn't change, Cecilia tried to focus on the simple task of preparing a meal. Not because HE wanted supper. But because SHE was hungry. SHE liked to cook. And because SHE needed something to do with her hands that didn't require wringing his neck. Cabinets and drawers were slammed as she collected pots, filling them with water with a wave and a mutter. She had carrots and potatoes ready to slice, and other ingredients to make fresh bread. Ceci didn't want to know what Rakith was doing or saying or thinking. She wanted him gone. However, she knew that wasn't going to happen and she was going to need to adjust.

The quicker she adjusted, the better things would be. Or so she hoped.
 
Truthfully, this was torture for himself as it was for her. He wanted to pump his seed deep inside her virgin womb. But not yet. Part of teaching her who was in control was to keep her wanting more than he gave her. If he gave her what she needed and craved, she would be sated, and would be less compliant for what he had would have less appeal. Everything he was doing was to make her want him, need him. In time, he would teach her to beg for his touch. Beg for him to cum inside her so she could feel it running down the inside of her thighs and leg. And he would. But for now, she had to be taught to crave and need such things.

Sitting in the main room on a chair, he watched in silence as she made the food angrily. Likely as not part of it was the sexual frustration she felt. Though, at least she got to climax. His cock was till rock hard and desperate for release. He would have her finish it for him after dinner for desert of course. As she got to a part where she had less to do but wait, he got up and moved behind her with the silence of a cat. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her back against him, letting her feel that hard cock waiting for her lips as it pressed against her bare as cheeks through the thin silk of his pants. "I don't think you hate me, or my voice, or my face.. I find it interesting that those were the three things you specifically mentioned," his voice was a velvet caress against her neck as his hot breath teased her earlobe. "I think you are trying to convince yourself, since i know better. You forget whom you are dealing with. I know your deepest secrets, the hidden desires you keep from even yourself. You can't deny to me what I know already to be true."

He bit her neck softly at firsts, then harder enough to bruise the skin. She could feel the lips and teeth scrape her soft skin as he whispered against it, "You know you are mine, that you belong to me... Why not admit it to yourself and to me?"
 
Cecilia cut the carrots and the potatoes into chunks, tossing them in a pot of water, along with some dried herbs and seasonings. Then she fumbled around in her cabinets for some additional vegetables she had stored, cutting and tossing them in as well. The vegetables would need to simmer for some time for the water to flavor, but she knew she needed some protein as well. Remembering she had some venison wrapped up and nestled in a cold chest outside, she glanced out the window to see the chest was just out of reach of her magic. The weather had been brutally cold for a few weeks and she had gotten into the habit of leaving the meat wrapped and hidden outside under her porch. "I'm grabbing some meat from the porch...for this..." She announced, not bothering to look at Rakith as she slipped out the side door and quickly gathered what she needed. The last thing she wanted was for him to come wandering after her if she ever left his sight. She was only outside for a minute, the cold much too harsh for what she was wearing. When she returned, a brown paper wrapped lump in her hand, she looked frozen through.

She cut the meat up into chunks and added it to the pot, letting it slowly cook through from a small fire lit beneath it. A stone oven in the corner of the kitchen allowed her to prepare a batch of quick biscuits. When all of her busy work was finished, she returned to where the pot was resting over it's fire, using the heat to warm her hands.

Ceci didn't hear Rakith approach her, but suddenly his arms were around her waist and she was pressed up against him. His body was warm, and she had to stop herself from leaning into the warmth in order to thaw out. The hard bulge that pressed against her naked backside was the warmest. A shiver shook her body, her head tilting back against his chest as he spoke into her ear. "I hate you, Rakith..." She breathed, her hands settling against the pot in front of her as a way of distracting herself from the way his voice coated her skin.

The warmth of his breath caressed her skin seconds before his teeth teased her neck. The pot was burning her hands, giving her something else to focus on that wasn't him. The pain gave her an escape, but when his bite turned painful too, the pot no longer helped. She gasped, pulling her hands away as she pushed against his body. Lips and teeth tantalized her skin, confusing her in new ways. Her hands ached from the burn of the pot, but her body ached in a way she didn't understand.

"I will keep my mind for my own. You will never own that. And I will never give you that satisfaction..." She hissed, her pulse throbbing through her body, in areas she didn't even know could be felt. "You own me through paper and spells.." Ceci whispered. "I won't admit to anything else..." The witch tried to stop the waver in her voice when she spoke, but it was there. A small thread of confusion that kept her from fully committing to what she said.

Ceci turned in his arms, her hands fisted as she pushed them against his chest, they throbbed, but she wrapped her focus around it again. Don't touch me. Don't touch me... She chanted inside the privacy of her mind. She needed to keep him at a distance until she could sort through the frazzled state of her mind and body. "Go away. I'm trying to prepare your supper...remember?" She stated bluntly.
 
He smiled, feeling the heat from her burnt hands as she tried to keep her emotions where she wanted them and not where he did. That was something he simply could not permit to happen. Keeping her on the ragged edge was important. It was after all, his power over her right now. Sure there was the magic aspect of it, but that wasn't the sort of power he wanted right now. That would always be there. But the sexual power, that was something very much different. It was this power he truly wanted over her. To have her know that even if she hated him, she wanted and needed what he had for her. And in time, would beg for it. Now that was true power, to take a woman who despised you and make her beg you to fuck her.

Feeling her place her fists against his chest, he gave her a warm smile without letting go of her. In fact the more she argued, the tighter his hold on her body grew. Trapping her between himself and the counter, he then lifted her onto it and positioned himself between her knees. "I said to make supper. I didn't necessarily say food," his voice was that silky husky caress he used against her. The soft heat of his breath against her neck. The way she was positioned and with his height, his silk clad cock rubbed against her naked pussy under the hiked up skirt. Since she was trapped by his body, he took her hands in his and blew softly on the palms. The burns left her and were replaced with a warm fuzzy feeling, akin to being slightly ever so slightly, tipsy. Once they were healed he looked deeply into her eyes for a moment before pushing her arms out of the way and restraining them behind her back. "Your body yearns for me, doesn't it? I can feel it from here. The hot damp heat of your virgin pussy seeking so hard to swallow my cock into it. Isn't it?" As if to prove his point, he rubbed his cock against her, grinding it against her with skill. "Prove to me honestly, that you don't want this and me... and I might let you go."

Pulling back slightly, he whispered still as their eyes locked, "But tell me honestly that you need me, need this... Must have this... and I will make you the happiest woman on this or any other world. Of this, I promise you, Ceci."
 
She didn't like his smile. Liar. She didn't like the way his hold around her waist tightened. Liar. She hated the way his voice caressed her skin with an unseen force she knew had to be a trick. Liar. Liar. Liar. Cecilia cursed her body, which was fighting her around every turn and at every cross road.

Onto the counter she was set, his body forcing her legs apart as he stood between them. Ceci bit down on the inside of her cheek when she felt the warm brush of his cock, silky to the touch as it rubbed against her bare sex. It made her pulse jump, again. She thought her heart might just give out on her if he didn't leave her alone. Certainly it could only take so much. She had been cold only moments earlier, but his close proximity, and the feel of his breath against the sensitive skin of her neck had her warming in all the wrong ways.

Ceci was busy trying to compartmentalize her emotions when he collected her hands, blowing the warm caress of air against the palms in a way that made her gasp. Her eyes were dazed when she looked up at him, her body filled with a soft hum of tingling. She didn't immediately argue when he pushed her arms behind her back, afraid of what sound would come out of her mouth if she opened it.

He read her so easily. It wasn't something she was used to. Having her emotions and thoughts so carelessly left in the open was a weakness she had never had before. But when his voice slid over her, sinking into her mind and soaring through her veins, she couldn't help but turn into an open book. A trickle of heat between her legs had her body crying out for him, wanting another taste of what he'd offered her earlier- but it wanted more. It wanted something it hadn't yet had the pleasure of knowing.

But there he was, making her feel more. The tip of his cock rubbed against her in a way that had her squirming, only making the friction even worse for her by her own stupid movement. Even if it wasn't obvious by her reaction, the slightly damp silk would be evidence to proof his effect on her. But he was offering to maybe let her go- if she could only prove that she didn't want him or his sexual gift. Was that something she could do? In honest truth? No.

The frustration returned, taking her silence and making her groan. It made her flush with embarrassment, their eyes locked during the vocalization of her emotion. He promised her pleasure. He promised her everything that her body was yearning for, but she was terrified to give into him. "I can't..." She cried out softly. At first she wasn't sure what she was going to say. She couldn't what? Accept him? Want him? That's what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell him that he wasn't as irresistible as he thought he was. She wanted to tell him that he could go back to Hell or wherever it was he came from. But she didn't. "I can't prove it..." She gasped, her eyes wide with terror.

For the second or third time, she couldn't even keep track, her world crashed around her. She was shaken with the realization that she couldn't in honest truth tell him that she didn't desire what he could offer her.

Was it fear that kept her refusing him? Was it pure stubborn pride? She wouldn't tell him she needed him and wanted him. But she did admit that she couldn't prove that she didn't want or need him. She was stubbornly stuck in the middle, unable to win, but unable to admit the truth either.
 
The feel of her body betraying her left and right was incredible as she slowly melted into him. She was ripe for the picking, and while she hadn't straight out admitted it, she knew it. Even if she didn't admit it to even herself yet, she knew deep down that she craved his sex in her. She wanted to feel him ravage her, take her virginity and make her a full woman. However, she would wind up having to wait. She had been playing coy and stubborn, and he could do that too, only he had the experience she lacked.

The smile he gave her was surprisingly unsmug. There was no reason to gloat. They both knew she had lost several times already, and that she had nothing to resist him with. Sensing that the food needed attention, he let her up off of the counter. "I know," was all he said. It wasn't smug or gloating, his tone of voice. It soft and simply accepting that was all she was capable of saying at the moment. He had won the victory he needed again, and she was one step closer to accepting her future with him. There was no need to rub her face in it. She was not a dog that had made a mess on his favorite chair. OF course, that dog would be cinders, not be scolded, but it was the human metaphor for those not capable of burning he flesh off the bones while keeping the dog alive to enjoy the experience. Moving away from her overheated body was in its own way, more torture than she deserved. But it was how to break her stubborn streak.

He returned to the chair where he had sat before, though he had to shift positions a few times to get comfortable, his hard cock straining for love. But of he couldn't out wait her, then there would be problems. And this would not be something he would allow to happen. Perhaps if he told himself that enough, it might even be true.

This game they were playing, it had rules after all. And while as a demon, rules were never his thing, in this case the rules were more important to him than likely they were for her. For there was that specific outcome he wanted. Without realizing it, he said quietly, "You know you really are quite beautiful." As soon as he had said it, he shook his head slightly. In disbelief that he had told her that without prompting. Not that it would hurt anything. Still it was out of character for him.
 
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