This is part 6 of my Ascension of Azaron series, the plot of which is heavily reliant on events in the previous chapters. I encourage you to read those for context before jumping into this story, unless that's your thing, in which case welcome.
Part 6: Ambition
As the fire died down, Azaron the smell of perfume replaced the burning sulfur smell. Azaron stood in a large summoning circle, he assumed that's what it was, with a pentagram in the middle. At each point of the pentagram stood a woman wearing thin purple and black robes of silk; their skin was a deep red and their eyes had a yellow glow. Small horns protruded from their heads of full black hair. They had large red wings like a bat, and it seemed they had thin tails as well.
One of the women wore a gold, spiked crown with a red gem in the center. She had round, full lips and soft, young features. Her eyes seemed innocent, and yet the whole situation argued against that look.
She smiled with excitement "It worked!"
"Who are you? Why have you brought me here?" Azaron growled.
"I apologize for the intrusion, but I need your help. I- "As she stepped towards him, she was cut off.
"I don't care about your problems; you just ripped me from my home." He pointed angrily at her.
"I understand, but you can't return yet."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because you're in Hell. You can't just teleport or open a portal out of here."
"You've trapped me in another dimension, and you think I'm going to help you?" Azaron stepped closer again, more than ready to fight her if necessary.
"I understand your frustration, but I can and will help you out of here once I am able to do so." The woman insisted, putting her hands up as if to calm him.
"And why should I wait for your help?"
"Because I can make you king of this realm."
Azaron went silent for a bit as he glared down at her, considering her words. "How?"
"There is currently a civil war across Hell. Several of the lords of the circles have aligned against the current ruler and his loyalists to overthrow them. You could be what I need to win this war and take the throne for myself." She stepped up to him and put her hands on his bare chest. He hadn't been able to get dressed after the events of the night back home.
"I did a ritual to summon the being with the most powerful connection to the veil, someone with the potential for magic greater than any other, someone I could turn into... perhaps the most powerful Grand Incubus who ever lived." she excitedly explained.
Azaron glared at her skeptically. "You expect me to believe you kidnapped me to make me more powerful?"
"I expect you to believe I brought you here to be a weapon in my war, and in exchange for your service, I will empower you."
"Why empower a stranger? What if I betray you?"
"As a grand incubus and King of Hell, your powers would be tied to mine. Besides, I might have taken for granted the lust for power of great mages..." she looked over his muscular form, brimming with magic "and it seems like you've found quite a bit of magic to empower you already. What's a bit more?" she enticed him, running her hands down his chest. "If you need to be assured of my offer, I can make a magic pact with you." She offered, looking into his eyes.
Azaron grumbled as he thought this over. He could look for alternatives, but being a well of powerful magic wandering around Hell didn't sound like the best idea, looking for an escape he may never find. Then again, how did he know anything she said was real?
"Show me around, then I'll consider your offer" He crossed his arms as he stepped away from her touch.
"Of course," she agreed without hesitation.
One of the women opened the nearby door and led the group up the stairs. They crossed a hall with luxurious furnishings and entered an empty lounge covered entirely in a magenta cushion material. Several pillars stood across the room with seats ringed around them, and a bar stood at the wall to the right.
The woman in charge dismissed the other women and closed the door to the lounge before leading Azaron over to the balcony across from them. As Azaron approached, he could see several large towers looming over a dark city while heavy rain fell from the blackened sky.
"This is the second layer of Hell, Libidus. It is the realm of lust and the layer I rule. Our armies march toward the ninth layer so that we can take control of it."
Sure enough, as Azaron looked down from the balcony, he watched a long procession of demonic soldiers march through the streets far below.
"My name is Apollyon. Polly for short." The red woman said as she put her hand on his back and stood next to him. She watched as Azaron tried to come to grips with the situation and ran her hand down his back soothingly. "Would you like a drink?" she offered.
"... Yeah, might as well" He agreed, still trying to process what all this meant.
Polly went to the bar and made them each a drink, then sat at one of the pillars. "Join me, don't worry about out there." She called with her velvet voice, holding a violet drink with some strange red fruit in a martini glass out to him.
Azaron finally stepped away from the balcony and sat with her, taking the drink. He stared at it for a moment, then looked up at her with suspicion as he thought better of the situation; his eyes narrowed as he glared at her.
"I made us the same drink, and I promise if I was going to fuck you over, I would've done it when I summoned you." She chuckled, sipping her own glass.
Azaron wasn't convinced and placed the drink next to him. He sighed and stared out the window again as he thought back to Mab and Persephone. Would his absence bring them together, or tear them apart and this delicate stage? Could Mab hold onto power without him there? Could he ever really leave Hell, or would Polly just keep him here for eternity?
"You said you'd make a magic contract ensuring my safe passage home?" he asked without looking at her.
"Certainly. As much as I'd love to keep you, you seem eager to leave and I'd rather win this war than antagonize you... We're in a pretty desperate situation." She admitted with great reluctance.
"How can you be so sure I'll turn things around?"
"I mean I don't know for certain, but you possess great power, and we can certainly enhance it even further which means you'll outclass most enemies on the battlefield, and even though things aren't going great for us we are far from collapse. The scales can still be tilted in our favor, and I am confident you'll be the tipping point." Polly spoke with conviction as she placed a hand on his bare thigh.
This reminded Azaron that he was nude, which only embarrassed him slightly as there was much more going on. "You wouldn't happen to have clothes I could wear, would you?"
"I think you're fine as is. Perhaps this will make things less awkward." she said with a snap of her fingers. Her clothing disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving her deep red skin to his full view. Her body was perfectly proportioned, with large breasts resting proudly, her tight waist curving into wide hips and strong legs. "The ritual to turn you into a grand incubus will involve sex, so it's for the best that we get comfortable with this now."
Azaron drank in the sight of her even as his mind told him this was dangerous. Regardless of how he felt about the situation, he couldn't hide his quickly growing cock from her view, and if they had to fuck anyway there was no real sense in being shy.
"You have such a strong cock..." she cooed, her hand moving from his thigh between his legs, running her fingers across the length of his stiff rod.
"Is this part of the ritual?" He chuckled.
"No, but I think it might be useful to get to know each other a bit before we start, don't you?" She pressed, moving from her seat to the floor, kneeling in front of him and arching her back just enough to put her heavy breasts on full display "As the queen of the realm of lust, I know a thing or two about how to please..." she moaned, her hand reaching out to stroke his ever-growing cock.
Azaron removed her hand from his cock "I think I'll keep our relations professional until we make that contract." He insisted, staring down at her darkly.
She smiled coyly, "Of course." As she stood up, her eyes stayed on his fully erect dick. "Perhaps we should do that now then?" she asked absentmindedly, her focus clearly elsewhere.
Azaron rolled his eyes "Get me clothes so you can focus on the task at hand, then we can write up the contract." He grumbled. He did want to rail her, but security was a much bigger priority at the moment.
Polly let out a small growl and she grit her teeth, her eyes still trained on his cock which seemed to look back at her smugly. When she finally pulled her eyes away, she smiled at Azaron as if nothing had happened "Of course, right this way."
...
She got Azaron a loose silk robe and gave herself some clothes as well. The gold bikini top that struggled to hold her bust and tiny silk fabric that hardly qualified as a skirt were not meant to hide much.
Afterwards they went to an office and Azaron wrote up a contract under Polly's supervision. She mostly stood next to him with her boobs at eye level, but Azaron remained focused on the task at hand. Once they cut each other's hands and signed in blood, the deal was struck, and Azaron kept it with him.
