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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.
*****
Their deal still stood, but having found the loopholes she needed, Elicet was now free to do as she liked.
"I won't make you cum," she had promised, "until you beg me to. So I'll just have to make you beg me!"
From that day on, Roger's life was hell. His arousal had reached such a plateau that it never dimmed. All he thought of, constantly, was sex. Elicet... the way she had touched him still sent shivers down his spine.
The loophole she had discovered allowed her to tickle him whenever she wanted. Whenever she thought he was slacking in his studies, she would slide her hands inside the sleeves of his robes, or simply peel them open to roam tenderly across his sensitive skin.
In classes, as she sat beside him, her hand would snake inside his robes to dance along his soaking shaft, or tweak his sensitive nipples. Sometimes she would tease him just to see if she could get him to make a cute, embarrassing noise, something to get heads turning. Elicet had to admit to herself, she was quite enjoying this.
Soon she began quizzing him on what he had learned thus far, and any wrong answer had only one type of punishment. Those punishments, of course, only made getting future questions correct that much harder, just as they did his cock.
At night it was worse. She constantly traced her fingers across his naked body, having decided he was no longer allowed to be clothed in bed after a lengthy torture session of her tickling him into agreement with her feet firmly planted on his face.
She seemed to adore how all it took was a tiny trace of the tips of her fingers under his arms, across his neck, or any of his other weak spots to not only have him squirming helplessly but also throbbing with arousal.
By now, his cock was constantly leaking precum. He hated the itch it caused, and the delicious yet destructive temptation to stroke his cock every time he wiped it clean.
Elicet, of course, was simply eating it all up. It was obvious if he stood any chance of winning her wager - of completing the ritual and achieving the power he needed to escape from her and overcome his weaknesses once and for all - he was going to have to focus everything into it.
True to her word, Elicet did keep up her tutelage. When he was able to focus, he found her incredibly insightful, yet she seemed to delight in intentionally drawing his attention back to her feet, or in delicately tickling him just enough to make concentration nearly impossible.
"Well," she said at last, "I must say, I thought you would have cracked by now."
His head was swimming, both from the realms of knowledge she had implanted into his mind, and the barrage of sensations to which he was exposed each day.
"You're very close to forcing me to fulfil my bargain." Her voice sounded almost... wistful.
Grimacing, he managed to force out a reply.
"I won't give in."
Elicet merely sat back and admired him for a while after that. He was onto the last book, although he didn't yet realise it. She had managed to befuddle his brain with such a cocktail of sexual frustration, tickling and feet that she doubted he could have told her his own name half the time.
Yet still he persisted. Once he was done with that final tome, she would have run out of excuses to delay the final stages of his ascension. A pity, she admitted to herself. This had genuinely been fun for her. He turned the page mechanically, forcing himself to ignore her toes now slowly slipping under his arms to tease at the sensitive skin. Even so, he merely pulled himself out of her reach and remained stoic.
"You really won't... will you?" She whispered, almost to herself.
She slowly stopped, pulling them back.
"Well, I suppose I should get ready." Her voice was cool. Glacial.
With that, she stood, and made for the staircase. For a few moments he just sat there, dumbfounded, his foggy mind barely able to comprehend what had just happened.
She would be leaving him alone for the first time since he had arrived.
"Don't worry," she said back to him, "soon you will have what you've been wanting all this time."
*****
Cassandra had been studying hard for weeks. Oclennary college was a studious institution by any measure, and could be quite demanding at times. Her mastery of incantation was, she knew, lacking. Yet she could not focus. Her mind wandered.
Mostly, it wandered because of Roger.
She only knew him as an acquaintance, really, although that was more than many as he wasn't the most outgoing. In a school where study was taken seriously, he spent more time studying than anyone she knew. Yet recently he had met that girl... what was her name? Elicet?
