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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.
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Elicet had left that morning and in her absence he had had little to do other than contemplate. He resisted the urge to try to bring himself relief, as whatever comfort being able to pleasure himself in peace may have brought would have been outweighed by the sheer frustration that would have resulted.
While he was prevented from seeking any kind of relief from the constant itching desire to cum, that occasionally now left him fruitlessly grinding against furniture or mindlessly humping the air as he fantasised, in his moments of clarity he knew he was close. Not to orgasm, sadly, but to success.
Against all odds, his mental fortitude had won out. That night would mark one month since Elicet's arrival. She would now be forced to fulfil the contract. While he had no doubts she would make the process as difficult as possible, from his understanding of demonology, as a succubus she was as bound to their contract as he was to the Earth by gravity.
All he had to do was prevent his arousal from controlling him. Indeed, in a way he was lucky that Elicet couldn't force him to orgasm. Yet the fact he couldn't bring himself any relief was, in a word, maddening. In her presence the last weeks he had constantly found his hand wandering to his cock, even though he knew it would bring him no release.
Now though, in her absence, he felt oddly alone. The tension across his entire body was cooled somewhat by the realisation that for the first time in a month he wasn't being constantly observed and taunted, without Elicet shadowing his every move and seemingly reading his every thought.
'Until you beg me.' That's what she had said, Roger thought to himself.
Her last instructions had been clear. The final ritual was surprisingly simple. For all the complexity which it had taken to summon Elicet, transferring him some of her power seemed to involve a remarkable lack of... well, ritualism.
Given his now full month of abstinence, and near daily teasing in the form of tickling and foot-focused flirting from Elicet for the latter half of that, it was a mixed relief to know that very little of his newfound knowledge would be needed. While he was irked by how much study he had done solely to create a seemingly rudimentary layout, at least given his extreme arousal very little concentration was needed from here on. The last thing he wanted now was for some tiny oversight or mistake to destroy a month's work and suffering.
Down in the dungeon library was the best place to set up, he reasoned, as in the last month he hadn't seen a single person down there apart from Elicet. Shifting the ancient wooden tables and benches was the hardest part, as they had likely been used for entire classes many years ago. His desperation lent him some strength, however.
Once done he went back to fetch his chalk from his dormitory room, and looking at the floor saw the faint inscriptions he had made a month before. Dozens of overlapping lines and symbols... he chuckled a little, despite himself. He knew more now than he could have dreamed the night he had made those markings.
As he drew upon the aged stone floor of the dungeon library, he double and then triple checked every line, every symbol. Thinking back for a moment to his work before, he chuckled again. Much as he hated to admit it, under Elicet's unique tutelage, he was far more knowledgable now.
Indeed, he was lucky his summoning ritual had even worked at all, he mused. Luck. Luck was the only reason he was still a free man, rather than a subservient slave to the succubus he had summoned by now.
Lighting candles in a specific order, again as Elicet had instructed, he realised he was already finished. He checked over everything again, but he was convinced that he had successfully followed her instructions to the letter.
Sitting on one of the benches, he reflected on how his life had changed in that time. It was a nice distraction from the throbbing of his cock, demanding he touch it despite knowing it would do no good.
Elicet arrived not long after with a candle in her hands, and Roger nearly stood in surprise.
"Oh don't get up on my account," she said, sweetly, and indicated to the bench. "Let's see how you did."
She spent a long while inspecting his work, but in the end seemed satisfied.
"Not bad. Better than your previous handiwork. I guess you have learned something after all..."
She placed the candle down, and stood stiffly for a moment. With a snap of her fingers, Elicet's robes disappeared. Her skin tone returned to a deep crimson red, and she shook her shoulders slightly.
"Mmmm, much better."
"S-so, what do we do?" Roger asked, awkwardly.
Elicet took a few moments to bask in her own nudity, evidently glad to be back to her old self, before sighing deeply.
The dim light in the room darkened further, as she lifted her hands in front of her. A red glow erupted from the symbols he had drawn on the floor, and he jumped back in his seat in shock.
As the light regressed, however, in its place was a dark stone pedestal, with three smaller ones around it; two at either side, and one below.
"Lay down on the pedestal." She instructed, and stared at him, coldly.
For a moment, he was going to disagree with her, but thought better of it. If her stare hadn't unnerved him, his own lack of confidence would have. What was he going to say? She knew what the ritual was and he didn't. He put a hand on the notably warm stone, which came up to about waist height, and he moved to sit.
"Uh uh," she admonished, "naked."
"What?" He demanded, his insecurity forgotten.
"Awww, what's the matter, surely you're not shy to be naked around me by now?"
She swooned and pursed her lips in a mock kiss.
"You know the terms. I can't do anything to you to make you cum, so as long as you don't ask me to, our arrangement stands!"
Sweetly, she patted the stone, and he reluctantly shedded his robes and sat down.
"There we go, such a good boy... so obedient."
She slowly pushed his head down to the stone, and ensured his arms were open and prostrated, a hand resting on either of the two stone pedestals to either side of the plinth he lay upon. At last his feet bridged the gap to the bottom one, and she grinned.
