In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home
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"Master, I don't mean to be too bold, but... I'm concerned," I finally speak up, about a week later than I should have.
"About?" he replies without looking up from his book.
"About this. All this," I gesture down at the papers and rune circle on the floor, "It's just..." I chew on my lip.
"Out with it Lorelei. You know your counsel is important to me on these matters," he finally looks up with a warm smile.
I can't help but blush a little at the praise, "Is it really wise? Summoning one of these things? They can be very dangerous."
"Having doubts about your skill as a teacher?"
"It isn't that. I'm confident and my abilities, and you clearly have a talent for this, Master. But this is all going so fast," I nervously play with my hair, hoping he'll drop all this and come to his senses, "It's only been a few months since we started. I feel like we're rushing into this."
"We've gone over the seals and contracts again and again, it's air-tight. I think you're worrying over nothing," he takes a piece of chalk and puts a few more markings on the floor, "Besides, worse comes to worse, it'll never get out of the house."
"Technically, that should be the case, but I've not had a chance to re-examine the wards. Your aunt put them up a long time ago, and-"
"-And you told me they'd last a thousand years," he interrupts me with a playful smile.
"...I did say that, and in theory they'll hold, but we never tested against-" and he interrupts me again, this time with an index finger to the lips.
"I think you're less afraid of what could happen if things go wrong, and more afraid of if everything goes right. Lorelei, you won't- can't be, replaced. Especially not by some hellspawn. You are my prized elf, and nothing will change that."
My cheeks erupt in a flush of bright red, "N-no! That's not at all what I was-"
He hushes me again and kisses my forehead, "Let's get started, everything's in order."
I could protest further, but I know when I'm facing a lost cause. Humans are stubborn like that. We both kneel and begin the preliminary rituals. At first I think we've done something wrong and are just talking to some chalk drawings on the floor, and I'm almost relieved.
But then the weird stuff starts. The light starts to go down, even though it's midday and there's a bay window in the room. I can still see the sky and the sun outside, but it's like something's sucking the light out. The dust and bits of chalk seem to drift wherever they please, and the inner circles, drawn in rams blood, start to drip upwards, towards the ceiling.
And all at once, she's there, in the center of the circle. Perhaps the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, her agonizingly perfect form is somewhat marred by the unguligrade lower legs that jut from her knees, terminating in cloven hooves, the curved horns sprouting from her head, and the long, flexible tail that flows from above her rear.
I was expecting her to be nude, that's not a surprise. What is a surprise, is the involuntary effect it has on my body. All at once, my heart is pounding, my skin is hot, and my pussy is drenched. If it weren't for my chastity belt, I fear I'd be dripping all over the floor. For the first time, I think I feel grateful to have my pussy locked away, because not only am I overcome with this arousal, but also a deep, intense fear for what this creature could do to me.
Master looks fine. Humans.
I can only guess that some level of this demon's aura has been cast over him, though. Beneath his clothing, his cock must be rock hard and throbbing, with the beautiful head slowing dripping that moisture, his body readying... Ahem. Did I mention how overwhelmingly aroused this has made me?
But he keeps his composure completely, and approaches the circle where she is trapped, for now.
"I take it the contract in my summons interests you, else you wouldn't be here. Let's talk," he says all too casually, like he isn't talking to a whore of Satan that he pulled from out of hell.
She gives a smile that sends chills down my spine. And makes my clit throb. Dammit.
Even with master demonstrating his strength and confidence in talking to a gorgeous demon with a silky voice standing in a glowing runic circle, the details of their discussion are... a bit dull, to be honest. Going over specifics and technicalities to make sure she doesn't find a loophole to get free, establishing in clarity that she must serve his whims - all stuff that was already included in the contract etched into the summoning circle, I might add. Seems like some part of hell is run by lawyers. I mean, you can add your own joke there, if you want.
"Very well, then for my time on earth, I shall indeed call you my master," she says. I could add how she says it smugly, but everything she says sounds smug, so I'll start repeating myself, "And you may call me-"
