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Summary: Roger is off to a magic college, but quickly comes to believe he is lacking in power. The solution? Follow the instructions in an ancient book and summon a demon to make a deal of course! Except this demon seems intent on corrupting him and getting him to surrender to her instead. Also she's a succubus.
Contains: F/m, tickling, feet, Fff/m, succubus, magic, magical chastity.
DARK THEMES: Manipulation, trickery, ominous consequences.
*****
The next few days followed a strained routine. Roger studied for hours, and Elicet would observe him. Whenever he seemed to struggle, she repeated her sexual offer, and he would return to his work.
Sometimes she would lay on the table, never quite in his way, but always in his peripheral vision. She would occasionally sit by his side, as if reading along with him, but only ever seemed to be staring at him whenever he caught her eye.
When he went to classes, as he had realised he couldn't simply stop attending for a month without attracting attention, she came with him, holding his hand as they walked. At first he had worried people would be suspicious, yet if anything, he seemed to blend in more now than he had before. That said, a few people he knew had introduced themselves to him and her, and Elicet, to her credit, kept up her side of the bargain. She pretended to be just another new student. Only, much to Roger's chagrin, she introduced herself as his girlfriend - and always took those opportunities to kiss his cheek.
He had further been concerned that, as a magic college, they might have some way to detect her presence. Yet if anything his professors seemed to pay less attention to him now than ever.
After long days of work, sometimes stretching into mornings, he would return to his room with Elicet in tow.
Only then did his true torture begin.
Elicet insisted that she sleep in the same room as him, yet there was only one bed. She had promised - and the contract did specify, he supposed - that she couldn't try anything amiss while he slept. Even so, he knew he couldn't trust her... and indeed, he wasn't sure what could happen while he was asleep. Could he trust himself?
As ever, she merely grinned at his predicament. Eventually he had relented, seeing no other way.
"If I promise to keep my hands to myself will that make you feel better?"
"Not really..." he murmured, not liking the implied alternative, but settled in nonetheless.
His dreams, if they could be called that, were a kaleidoscope of sensation. Somehow, they always returned to thoughts of her. Elicet dominated his sleeping hours as much if not more so than his waking ones.
At last, one night, the reasons became all too clear.
Her voice was swimming in his mind, sending him reeling under an assault of erotic visions.
"Such a weak boy... so weak... so horny."
Her voice haunted him as he slept, and he could swear she was all over him. Yet whenever he felt restless, her soft hushing voice lulled him to sleep.
"Shhh, just relax for me... such a good boy."
Slowly, gently, she petted his head and scratched behind his ears. As Roger dreamed, Elicet was ensuring he stayed that way as she explored his body. Inch by inch, she methodically explored his body, yet every time he showed restlessness she merely took note of how sensitive that spot was and gently caressed his head or petted him to relax him once more.
Fitfully, he twitched and squirmed as his body responded unwittingly to her every tactile advance. Piece by piece she put together a picture of precisely where and how his body responded.
"Such a sensitive boy, so helpless under my touch..." She grinned, and caressed him possessively.
Her voice echoed through his unconscious mind, spurring his arousal on.
"Just give in... give in to me... surrender yourself to me..."
Every tiny touch, every soft stroke, stoked a fiery and raging libidinous haze. Yet whenever he came close to being woken from the sexual fantasies wracking his mind, a soft coo and subduing hand was all it took to keep him under.
Inevitably, though, as her voice permeated every level of his mind, there was a limit to what his sleeping body could take. When he suddenly awoke, he realised that the voice from his dream hadn't stopped.
"Couldn't sleep? Did you have a... bad dream?" She asked innocently, with a toothy grin.
"What were you doing!?" He demanded, tugging his body away from hers.
"I promised to keep my hands to myself," she responded, wiggling her fingers in his face in a way reminiscent of what she had been doing to him in his erotic nightmares. "I'm allowed to talk all I want. Nothing in our contract about that..."
He whined, pitifully, as it became clear that whenever he slept she would be whispering poisonous words into his vulnerable mind. Still, he resolved, it was just one month. If he could just make it to the end of the month she had to fulfil their bargain.
*****
As the days passed, his waking thoughts became ever more obsessed with her, no doubt due to his nightly indoctrination with her lips practically kissing his ear. The only thing keeping him safe, at that point, was she hadn't yet discovered his true weakness. Roger thanked his luck she couldn't see into his dreams, or every possible fantasy he could ever have had with her would have been laid bare and as plain to read as the books he found himself lost in for hours each day.
It had been one week since he had summoned her, and he was struggling mightily. In all that time, Elicet hadn't given him a moment to himself. Awake or asleep, in study or in relaxation, he couldn't get away from her. She insisted that she was ensuring he kept his side of the contract, but he knew it was just a way for her to try to convince him to break their contract, to give in to her... to break him.
In that, she was relentless. Elicet would try everything to provoke him sexually, from her words to her actions. She would bend over constantly, stretch her body out. Even though it was far from his personal tastes, after a week of no time to himself it was becoming difficult not to notice her every supple curve and delicate moan.
At last he could take no more. She was gently caressing her own body, atop the table in the library, and beneath it his hardness was beating to the rhythm of his own heart in spite of himself. It was a purely biological need at that point.
Putting the book down, he met her gaze. She innocently peered back.
"Something wrong?"
"I need some time to myself."
"Oh? That's a shame." She said, smiling, as if that were the end of the matter.
"Surely..." he began, but winced at her unflinching stare. "You must... you must have other things you could be doing."
"Not until you finish those books, I'm afraid. I'm not leaving your side..."
Chewing his lip, he returned to the book, certain that behind it she was grinning widely and relishing his discomfort.
That night, in bed, he could take it no more. Staring at the ceiling, he waited, heart pounding, until he was certain Elicet was asleep.
Inch by inch, he crept out of bed, until he was in a sitting position. He had to get away from her, at least long enough to... work off some stress.
Yet the moment he made to stand, he felt her arms around him.
"Going somewhere?"
"No!" He yelped, and she simply pulled him back down, imprisoning him in her grip.
"Sorry, it's in our contract. You need to rest in order to succeed at our goal."
"I can't! I need time alone!"
"Oh? Why might that be?" She asked, rubbing her feet up and down his legs in a way that was only making things much worse.
"You know why!" He scowled,
"Awww, is the big, strong sorcerer all pent up? Is the mean old succubus not giving him time to himself? Does he need to squirt out a thick, creamy load of cum?"
He bit his lip, trying not to listen to her salacious words.
"I guess you haven't noticed it yet, have you?"
"W-what?"
"Don't you remember? When I got here the first thing I did was test your cock. I put a little spell on those churning balls of yours. It's probably why you're so horny, actually."
Looking down, now he could see the faint outline of some symbol on his balls. The delicate, wrinkled skin shone slightly with an unnatural glow, as what was a demonic sigil was clearly emblazoned there.
"What did you do!?"
"I just made sure you couldn't find some way to get relief without me, in case you somehow snuck off. You are a sorcerer, after all, albeit a fairly substandard one. If you cum before our contract is up, then you belong to me!" She chirped, giddily, and fixed him with a victorious grin.
He cried in frustration. Now it all made sense.
"You know, you could make it easier on yourself. You could always just tell me how to get to you. Tell me your little secrets..." She whispered into his ear, gently petting the top of his head. "In any case, you can't cum without surrendering yourself to me. That's not my problem, though. You should have thought of that before summoning a succubus from hell."
Whimpering, defeatedly, she simply clung onto him until he no longer had the strength to try and run.
