Note to readers: This is the fifth chapter in an ongoing story. Chapter 1 is a prologue to the main events to establish the demoness Saliah's back story. Chapter 2 is the introduction to the main character Jack, and how he becomes entwined with Saliah. Chapter 3 is the start of their journey together. Chapter 4 is Jack's first real taste of Saliah's powers.
Chapter 5 - Women's Secrets
Saliah radiated pleasure. The hot tub in the master bathroom was divine, but her glow really came from Vanessa. She had been a sublime choice. Every once in a while, the fates deliver luck. Over the past three days Saliah couldn't have asked to feed more. Jack had seriously under-estimated how long it would take Vanessa to understand, and adapt, to her situation. She had been his, mind, body, and soul from the first taste of his seed. He was the fountain of pleasure, and she was a deeply greedy woman.
For three days Vanessa had played her part to perfection, extracting more and more from Jack's psyche - and reporting it all loyally.
Saliah wasn't even upset that Vanessa had eventually over-played her hand. That was inevitable.
"My darling, she is simply trying to make you happy," Saliah explained, Jack sitting at the edge of the tub, Vanessa's head bobbing in his lap, as the motion sent waves of hot water washing over Saliah's chest. Jack's dick buried in Vanessa's throat with each stroke, a little grunt from Vanessa the evidence. He'd asked Saliah to stop her hearing, and Saliah had actually done it. Better to keep her options open for what she told Vanessa they had discussed.
"But doing to her daughter what we've done to her... It's too far," he said, but Saliah could smell the desire in his voice.
"So don't ask me to do it," she smiled, poor Jack. He was just starting to see how hard it was to stop running down a hill once you'd started. This was the trap of pleasure, it was empty calories. No matter how much you'd had, the second pleasure ended, the hunger for it returned.
"What if I offer you another deal... Vanessa was always meant as an appetizer. I think you might be ready for an entre," Saliah teased, and ran her nails along Vanessa's bare back.
Jack's body twitched, his eyes closing as he tried to exercise a morsel of self control - in order to prolong his pleasures. He was still such a fool. Saliah marveled at how men could let himself be so vulnerable when talking to women simply because the women suggest they do so. Why reveal so much of himself simply because he had the chance? In a way it was almost a shame. Her Khan had worked so hard, and his plans would be unravelled because of the inevitable weakness of man.
"What are you thinking?" Jack asked, just as she knew he would. Fiddles were harder to play than men.
"Every man has... ideal... women. Perhaps someone he dated, or someone he wanted to date. Perhaps a relative. Perhaps an actress or model. Those women who you have always, always, wanted but known you could never have. I think it's time for you to have one of yours."
"Like Vanessa? Addicted to me?" he asked, not actually dismayed at the idea. Interesting.
"Vanessa's certainly a woman with a remarkable mind. But what you've done to her is very crude, very simple. I'm talking about something much more nuanced. I want to give you a woman who is truly perfect for you. Someone you will be excited by after three years, not just three days." She ran her hand through the hot tub's water, small tides forming around her fingers, the waves lapping at her nipples.
"And what happens to Vanessa?" he asked.
"Two options. You do need maids and servants in the house. I can hollow out her mind, destroy who and what she is, and leave her as a creature that simply follows commands unthinkingly but with absolute obedience," she tried not to laugh as Jack's mouth opened in surprise, even as he started to cum. Vanessa, practiced at the task now, was positioned to collapse forward, impaling her throat with Jack's dick so that not a drop of cum would be wasted as she was lost to the throws of her own mind-shattering orgasm.
She let the two finish. When Vanessa woke up a half a minute later, she breathed heavily through her nose, Jack's softening dick held perfectly still in her mouth - just as he had taught her.
"But," Saliah began before Jack had a chance to speak. "She is unique, and I think you do enjoy her more than you would the average woman. So what if we put her into storage? I can put her into a coma until you want to revive her again. For her it would feel like she had simply gotten a good night's sleep, and no matter how long had passed she wouldn't notice.
"I... I don't know if I can..." he said. She knew he could, it was all simply a matter of time.
"I only want to see you happy Jack."
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Saliah watched the sky as she waited. The sun had set long ago, stars should be exploding across the heavens, but the stark, subtle beauty of the night was ruined by millions of lights from the city around her. Humans needing to drive or walk along the streets, humans needing to work in tiny offices at tiny jobs trading the few years they had of life for ... She hardly could understand. A number on a piece of paper, the approval of another human that they had done a "good job", a slip of land or treasure that they could have taken a hundred other ways?
They were ants scurrying around to move grains of sand from one pile to another, for reasons that she had to exert herself to understand.
An ant named Amanda Carpenter walked into the office and stopped at the door, audibly inhaling at Saliah's silhouette in the window. Saliah almost felt sorry for Jack. He had been careful, but while the Khan's magic stopped her from using her powers on him, they did not stop her from observing him. He was like a child hiding in plain sight, thinking that covering his own eyes might conceal him from her.
"Don't turn on..." Saliah started, but Amanda's hand had already been moving to the light switch and the overhead florescent bulbs clicked on with a cheap buzz. Whatever mystery and charm the office had in the darkness, was lost.
"What are you doing in here?"
Saliah turned from the window, midnight hair as smooth as silk cascading over her shoulder, the ivory dress she wore was perfection against her curves. Men saw beauty in women, women evaluated it in each other, and Saliah's beauty was wrong. She had stepped out of the pages of a magazine, into reality, and then into a small university office.
Amanda's mouth opened, then closed. The wrongness of the situation demanding too much focus.
"Sit,' Saliah said and pointed a single, perfect, finger to a guest chair in front of Amanda's desk. Amanda sat. Smart. Amanda herself was an attractive woman, in her youth she might have even been a golden one. Humans aged so quickly, avocados had a longer peak.
"How long do you think it would take for humanity to forget that you went to the moon?" Saliah asked and walked around the desk sitting on its edge, just two feet from Amanda. She didn't look scared. She had decided to go with indignant. Her look asked, 'who did this woman think she was, going into her office, telling her to sit?' But Saliah was investing time to garnish this dish, the details so important after centuries of practice.
"In a thousand years from now, when you've destroyed your technology with war, when the Earth has rebelled against your abuses of it and attacked you like an invading bacteria, you'll tell each other stories of going to the moon as though it were a parable, the arrogance of man to poison the Earth in order to reach for the stars. It will be told as a true story, but the metaphoric meaning will be what matters. A thousand years after that and it will be considered nothing more than a fable. They will look at the ruins of your cities and what little of your monuments remain and think it absurd you ever managed to leave this little sphere. But there will still be stories to excite the imagination, to teach lessons, to let little boys dream and wonder. Demons who can fly through the sky, witches who can transform men to toads, vampires who feed off of humans, genies with the power to control existence, they are the lessons, the fables, the things passed on for little boys and girls to dream about. They are what you tell yourself about Saliah after you have forgotten even my name."
The blood drained from Amanda's face. It was a good reaction. Saliah had done this so often it had almost become tedious. The inevitable questions, asked by a terrified mouse of the lion who held it in its jaws. What do you want? Why would I betray my friends? Won't you just kill me anyways? The same song, no matter how exhilarating the first time, loses its bite after the thousandth performance. Amanda Carpenter surprised her. Had it not been such a frustrating surprise she might have even enjoyed the change.
"You're dying. Without the eye you can't replenish your powers and you're dying. You're the one who's trapped, not me." The look of defiance Amanda wore was tentative, brittle, she was testing the idea, or perhaps just desperately grasping at chance.
Sometimes the best lies were the truth. "So, you finished translating the urn. Impressive you managed the task so quickly," Saliah began. "That urn was the life's work of Genghis Khan, perhaps the most remarkable human who has ever lived, but he knew only disjointed fragments of my nature. Yes, the eye is a part of me, it stores the energy that I have collected since before your species climbed down from the trees. The Eye attaches to an individual, a point of focus, and I feed from them. But now that Jack possesses it, I feed from him directly. I have already taken decades worth of energy from him."
All true, technically. Decades worth of energy if she were to spend it meditating in front of a candle. Decades worth of energy if she went back to waiting. Decades worth of energy if you ignored the cost of the magic she had used to acquire it. She had, as humans like to say, turned a profit on Jack so far. But it was a narrow one. An investment just at the start of paying off.
