A Deal With The Devil Ch 02 2

Dropping the parchment, his mouth hung open in shock as he scrambled to his feet. A short, rather dainty figure seemed to dissolve from shadow around them, as the shadows themselves slowly backed away. Her skin seemed red in the light, and as he looked between hers and his own, he saw that was the case.

"Ah..." the figure sighed in an overtly feminine voice, and reached out to stretch her arms. She was nude, and her lithe figure now occupied the fragile space of his summoning circle.

"That was quite a rough crossing. You're not much of an accomplished summoner, are you?"

The comment took him by surprise. Out of fear, he stammered a response. "N-no."

It wasn't quite true. He felt he had done a fairly good job of interpreting contradictory instructions. Evidently it hadn't been for nought.

"Well, no harm done." The figure noted, running her hands smoothly across her supple form, and began to survey the tiny, cramped quarters. She seemed to be paying particular notice to the multitude of charms, wards, and candles he had arranged. A slight smile developed on the red figure's lips, gleaming white teeth bared beneath.

"Y-you..." Roger muttered, but channelled his fear into the necessity of action in the moment. "I have summoned you to... to sign a contract."

"Oh. Is that so?" The figure asked, not bothering to look at him.

For a moment he simply drank in her appearance, fully appreciating it at last as she did so. Petite, slim, yet undeniably beautiful. Jet black hair hung down past her shoulders, interrupted by two small, curved horns that curled inwards atop her head. Her fiery red skin seemed to radiate warmth, which given where he had summoned her, he supposed, made sense.

Pert nipples sat atop two perky, small breasts that complemented her thin frame well. Her toned form seemed almost moulded from clay, yet she was hardly a muscle bound demoness. Indeed she seemed not too dissimilar from most of his fellow students, save for the obvious demonic features. The image he'd had in his head of a demon seemed to have, like so many things, been far more a product of rumour than reality.

"Uh... yes?" He murmured, unsettled by their candid response.

"Well, I guess we could. Although first I'd like to get to know you a bit better before I sign away my freedom, if you don't mind."

Taken aback, he merely nodded his head. Only now did he truly begin to feel a little bit overwhelmed. Perhaps, he admitted in the back of his mind, this hadn't been the best idea after all. He was stunned, however, when she casually stretched a nude leg outwards and placed it directly on his chest and pushed him back against the wall.

For the briefest moment he felt total warmth radiate from the pad below her toes throughout his whole body. As he clutched against the wall, unable to move any further back, she merely lowered her foot down and stepped past all of his well curated defences as if they were nothing. Given their proximity it was difficult to say if it was intentional, but with just a single step she was now well within his personal space.

"I'm Elicet," she uttered, her voice smooth as caramel, eyes at last fixed on his.

"Um... Roger."

As her fingers began to clasp around his shoulders, he shivered a little, unsure just what this creature was capable of. Yet when she planted a kiss on his lips he couldn't help but squirm; her lips were so warm, and incredibly soft.

"Who needs some boring old contract? I think I know what you want already..." she whispered.

"Um, b-but," was all he got out before she started kissing him again, and her hands slowly trailed down his chest. "Y-you're a demon."

While he shivered a little at her touch, especially as her fingers trailed down his sides, he was surprised when she began to grope at the front of his robes and tried to part them.

"A succubus." She whispered into his ear.

At that, he felt his heart skip a beat. A demon was dangerous. Succubi however were far more insidious, if his reading was anything to go by. Now her overly sexual demeanour made sense. Indeed, she seemed intent on fulfilling the rumours about them quite intently.

"Actually..." he murmured, a little off-put by her sudden amorous intentions, but couldn't bring himself to give voice to his thoughts.

"You're hardly the first young man to summon me," she said, soothingly, rubbing her hands up and down over his stomach, "it's okay. Elicet knows what you want without you even having to tell me..."

He held his arms across his chest as she disrobed him, covering his waist, yet below it he could do nothing to stop her exposing his nudity. As she finally parted his robes, however, her confidence seemed to dim.

"Hmmm... now that is interesting..." she noted, staring directly at his decidedly non-erect cock. "Not many could resist the aura of a succubus."

Smiling, she looked up at him. Her blazing red skin, deep rouge lips, framed her perfect white teeth.

"Impressive. You must be far stronger than..." she mused, before eyeing his nervous face for a moment, "than I had thought..."

Elicet's eyes narrowed slightly. Her initial assertiveness had faded, and she seemed to study him for a moment before returning to his cock.

With a small huff, she traced her finger in the air for a moment and behind it a shocking pink light remained in a glowing trail, until a rune had appeared in mid air. For an instant he felt a gentle heat in his loins that spread throughout his midsection, down his thighs, and bubbled in his stomach.

"W-wait! W-what-" he murmured, and tried to close his robes, but she was persistent and far stronger than she appeared.

"I'm just checking something..." she said softly, and blew a gentle gust of air across his cock.

He shivered all over as he felt his sensitive flesh amplified far more so in sensitivity. His cock gave a moderate twitch at the sensation, as to be expected.

"Interesting..." she said, yet her face seemed far from amused.

"Hey!" He said loudly, getting her attention at last but surprising himself by how loudly he spoke.

She looked up at him now with vibrant, wide eyes, before she released his robes and stood quickly, the material falling back into place.

"So... You want to make a deal, then?" She asked, eyes lidded.

Nodding feverishly, he didn't trust his own voice to not squeak in fear at that moment.

"Fair enough. There is more to you than most..." Elicet murmured, while stalking around the outside of the chalk circle he had drawn, "So I suppose I could..."

"A-aren't you required to?" He asked, wincing at the sound of his own voice as she fixed him with her eyes once more.

"Someone's been studying hard, I see... Your protective wards notwithstanding." Sauntering over, she placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up a little. "This is a wizard's college I presume?"

"Ye... yeah." Roger had thought for a moment, considering that he might not want to share too much information with her before putting pen to paper, but looking around and given his garb it was pretty evident regardless.

"Well then, perhaps you really are looking for more than just pleasure. When most young guys summon me - and girls, come to think of it - they always seem to forget about making any deals other than upon terms I dictate. Most aren't prepared for what being so close to a succubus can do to them..."

She seemed lost in thought, as if enjoying a particularly pleasant memory.

"Soon enough the truth is always obvious. Deep down, the real reason they summoned me was to give them pleasure they could never have imagined." She said, before eyeing him suspiciously. "Perhaps you're different, though... you're certainly better prepared than most. Some of those preparations even worked."

With her last little jibe, she gestured to his overly-prepared summoning circle, before turning back.

"I can't tell what magic you're using to shield yourself from me... but it's only a matter of time." She said, as if to herself. "Most summoners are begging me to make them cum and turn them into my slaves by this point... but that point will 'cum' for you soon enough."

Elicet rested her chin in her folded hands and giggled, her elbows resting in mid air, as she gave a dreamy sigh. After a few moments he realised she was waiting for him.

"R-right. Yes. I... I want to make a deal." She thrusted out her hand as if to accept it immediately, smiling eagerly, but he remained stoic. "To sign a contract, with the terms to be dictated by me."

"Fine" she uttered, and returned to her odd floating-yet-resting position. "Well, I can draft a contract for us-"

"No." He felt a slight bloom of confidence now, and the quaking in his voice had more or less diminished as he - unwittingly - seemed to have gained a modicum of her respect. "I've already written it."

He pointed to his desk by the bed where a small stack of parchment lay. As a benefit of his endless studies, he had known to prepare his demands in writing beforehand. She looked at the paperwork for a few moments before levelling her eyes at him; her smile gone.

"Clever boy."

A chill went up his spine at her shift in demeanour. Her sultry stalking was replaced by a far stiffer posture. With a flash of her hand, almost too quick for him to follow, she had the documents in her grasp. The rest of her body hadn't moved, and she in fact hadn't taken her eyes off him until she was perusing the first page.

"Hey, wait!" He started, but she held up a silencing hand.

"I'm entitled to know what I'm signing. Don't worry, I won't tear them up or anything like that." Her suspicious gaze returned for a moment, over the top of the paper. "Even the underworld has rules I can't break, as I'm sure you're aware..."

He nodded eagerly, hoping she wouldn't see through his ignorance. She exhaled slightly, before returning to reading. After the awkward silence had dragged on a little while, he cleared his throat.

"W-would you like a seat?" He asked, and gestured to the bed behind her.

Elicet glanced behind herself. "Oh, thank you."

She stepped back across the chalk circle, perhaps to intentionally emphasise that it held no power over her whatsoever. With slow, casual movements she rested her naked red body back upon the mattress. Only then did he see, curling up behind her, was a forked tail with a heart-shaped tip. Roger felt a sigh of relief. Despite everything, this seemed to be working.

Then, with a casual flick of her hair, she rested a leg atop her knee, and brought her foot directly into view.

Roger stared for a moment before pulling his eyes away in alarm. He wasn't sure what would happen if she became aware of his proclivities, but he doubted it would be in his best interest. At least, not before they had something in writing, he told himself, as his eyes began to slowly wander back to her foot.

A dainty thing, it hung and swung idly in time with some unheard song. She scrunched her toes for a moment and the whole sole wrinkled, yet there was no evidence of a single blemish upon it. Like the rest of her unnatural body, it was beautiful. Her foot just seemed... perfect.

He snapped his eyes to the ceiling when she lowered the contract sharply to look at him, perhaps trying to catch his view. Luckily, he had thus far seemed to come across as merely a nervous college mage, if somewhat adept by her standards.

Every time he wanted to say something, for the agonising minutes she spent reading, he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her study. Indeed, he could barely force himself not to stare at the delicate deep-red ped which was swinging slowly and tantalisingly directly in his line of sight. Slowly it moved in a figure of eight, methodically twirling through the air with preternatural ease.

Only then did he notice that she was staring right at him; so entranced had he been with the bottom of her sole he hadn't even noticed.

For a long moment, her pupils narrowed and he could have sworn her eyes were piercing into his very soul.

"Fine." She said, though he could swear he saw the hint of a smile. "I can see there's no point trying to... wriggle my way around this contract."

At that, Elicet ever so slightly flexed her toes, and it took all of his willpower not to watch as they did as she instructed, wriggling in the air.

"There's just one thing. You left out what I have to do for you." She murmured those last words as she had the first ones when she arrived, smooth and velvety.

She took slow, deliberate steps towards him, stretching her feet out each time as if to test his response. Roger, however, fixed his eyes on the ceiling - feigning boredom, or fear, or some mix of the two.

"So, what is it you... want..." She asked, trailing a single finger down his cheek, "from me?"

All he could see in his mind was the delicious foot which she had offered up to his hungering vision. Yet as her fingers traced lower, slowly, across his skin, he felt it. The sensitivity that had dogged him all his life. The reason he wore such thick robes, in many ways, so that an idle touch would not reveal his darkest secret. Even through such thick cloth, he couldn't help but wince.

"Hmmm? I'm sure there must be something a guy like you could want from me... behind whatever protective spell you're using, I can tell there's something you want."

As her fingers slowly danced across his robes, he felt her slowly parting them once more.

"You know as well as I do that I can only control mortals as much as they let their pleasure control themselves..." She was coaxing his robes open once again now, seemingly sensing something had changed on an instinctual level... as if she could smell arousal. "Unless I make them orgasm, of course. Then they're mine."

Slowly, she slid her fingers inside his robes, gently tracing his skin encouragingly.

"Is that what you want? It's okay, you can tell me. I know you're hiding something from me..." She spoke conspiratorially, eyes blazing. "In the end, everybody gives in. I always figure out what someone really wants... deep down. Even if they won't admit it to themselves."

Her fingertips seemed to hone in on every sensitive spot, and he was biting his lip with the effort not to let the mirth building within him out. His own weakness, his sensitivity, the sight of her feet which were even now gently moving against his inner calves, and of course the very presence of her in the room seemed to be overcoming what defence he had unwittingly mustered upon her arrival.

Roger had gotten lucky once, but the longer he delayed, the more likely she was to discover her initial mistake... and discover his vulnerabilities.

'Deep down', that's what she had said. What did he want, deep down? Visions of her feet swam in his mind. His weakness, which he had hidden for so long from so many, was now close to being exposed. As her fingertips moved up his sides, towards his most sensitive spots... he couldn't stop her, or she would know! Deep down... did he want this? Did he want her to figure out his darkest secrets? To exploit them, use them against him...

He shivered all over at the thought, and she chuckled, evidently pleased to see she was having some effect on him at last.

Weakness... that was what had brought him here. That was how he had gotten to this point. That was why she was here... his weakness. No. Not that. That wasn't why, he told himself. He swallowed, physically forcing the ticklish sensations down in the process, or what little he could. He hadn't summoned her to find his weaknesses... he had summoned her to remove them. To replace them with strength. To give him the power to equal... no, to be greater... no... the greatest sorcerer who had ever lived. Who would ever live!

There would be plenty of time for... well... pleasures of the flesh, once he had the power to reshape the world itself as he saw fit. By then, no one would question his tastes... nor would anyone dare to mention his former weakness.

"N-no!" He stammered out, before at last finding the confidence he needed, "No!!!"

He pushed her back a little, and stepped away.

Surprised, she stood solemnly for a moment.

"What I want..." he whispered, and turned at last, breathing deeply to mask his arousal... "Is power."