Read Your Contracts 03

*work contains homosexual sex, femdom, and at times questionable consent*

Memirellin awoke at four in the morning... though it might have been more correct to say that she'd failed to truly fall asleep the night before. Who could blame her? This was a special day after all. Her master yet slumbered by her side, having fallen out of the hug they'd lain within together until sleeping motions left him starfished. She could still feel his cum inside her, a little leaked out in the hours spent there onto her thigh and she dipped a fingertip in the pooled liquid for a mid-morning snack.

Very, very slowly so as not to disturb her master, she crept out from underneath wadded and tangled bedding, finding her own discarded panties hooked onto one of her horns, or were those Laura's? Too big, when examined closer in the darkness, to be Memi's, so Laura must have left them in the bed at some point and they went undiscovered in the two days since their last time playing around.

It was far too early to start cooking breakfast, something Memi had been getting better and better at in the past two months since moving to the human world, but using the stove would undoubtedly wake Hairy not to mention the ever present risk of the fire alarm. She didn't think taking a shower would rouse him with the noise of falling water, but she still smelled of him from their previous afternoon's entertainment and felt no desire to scrub it away just yet.

So, rather than do any of that, she knelt at the side of the bed and ever so slowly nudged Hairy into a sleeping position less likely to result in a sore neck, then rested her head in her folded arms at his side and stared into his sleeping face.

She poked his cheek, felt her heart grow warm at his sleepy mumble. To think, just months ago she would have killed him as soon as look at him, but now it counted as a form of entertainment to simply watch over him. And through loving him, she was starting to see other humans in a new light, since her previous experience had been only with those men depraved enough to summon a succubus for their sick pleasures.

Knelt at his side, Memi's tail wagged against the floor. What had she done to deserve this happiness?

Though it was a bit strange to serve as a familiar to someone with no intention of learning magic... Memi knew from mother's stories that succubi were sometimes contracted in such a role, usually providing insight on love potions and the like, or being put to work in a brothel. But Hairy was a normal man, that being a much better type of person than she'd been led to believe, and his entirely mundane career prospects left nothing for her to do.

But then... Hairy wanted children~ Memi's tail whapped the floor in ecstasy and she had to deliberately wrap it about her waist to keep it quiet. Just imagining the flutter of little wings planted a seed of impatient desire.

That could come in time, especially since Hairy had several more decades in the prime of his life and Memi would remain in hers for the next few centuries. They had all the time in the world for her to pop out as many as he wanted.

She was giddy with the idea, already revved up for the day. Memi leaned in until her lips almost touched her master's ear and whispered, "You want to drink my milk~ You can have all you want~"

Being near him was intoxicating, as the warmth spreading through her would attest, pooling in her lap. Would he be up for an early morning session when he'd said they needed to leave early? She tightened her hips, holding back her desire, but thought they might have enough time to fuck in the shower... she'd be unsatisfied if she had to masturbate when there was her favorite cock right in arm's reach.

Speaking of her favorite cock, what was going on there? In the sheet, was there a little tent?

Memi crawled around to Hairy's feet, licking her lips as she slowly lifted the sheet and poked her head inside. Engulfed in his hot scent, she made her way to the bulge, sleek body helping her go unnoticed between his legs.

He wasn't wearing boxers, since their lovemaking the night before had led directly into bedtime, and his erection freely propped up the sheet, bare and beautiful. Slowly still, Memi positioned herself above it, nose so close to the source of his manly scent and the lingering mixture of their juices that her mouth watered and it became more difficult to control the waggling of her tail, its tip whapping gently against her butt.

Shaved and soft, Memi laid a tender lick along the underside of his balls and savored his nocturnal moan on pointed ears. Some semen had smeared itself across his shaft and dried, making it a delightful treat as she ran the tip of her tongue up toward his tip, hoping to find a sweet droplet of precum there, but what had already come out was soaked into the sheet.

His gentle aroma mixed with hers from the night before, bringing back wonderful memories of being enfolded in his arms, rocked against his dick until coming to bliss. Memi's master was a ginger lover, touched her like he was afraid her skin would crack, and this was so contrary to her previous lovers that she truly didn't know how delectable this kind of lovemaking could be until meeting him. That their first time together could be argued to be mutual rape did nothing to diminish him in her mind.

She popped one warm testicle into her mouth and slowly swirled it around with her long tongue, tracing the ridges and folds and spreading his savoriness through her mouth. Her tail squeezed her thigh, the tip puffing up the sheets, but she didn't give in to temptation. Love buzzed in her chest and pleaded for her to tear off the sheets and mount him, yet Memi held dearly to her station and satisfied herself with lesser pleasures.

One hand wandered up to her breast, rolling a firm nipple between her fingers. Feeling her master's heartbeat against her tongue made her want to plunge his hard cock between her fangs and down her throat, pump her head against his groin until he erupted into her belly as an early morning snack. Her breath was getting faster, did master wake?

Stopping cold with his ball in her mouth, Memi perked up her sharp ears and heard master's peaceful snore.

Satisfied, she popped the testicle out of her mouth and left it to massage between her fingers, rolling the pair against her palm, slippery with her saliva. Memi trailed her way up his shaft and pushed herself up inside the sheets to take the glans between her lips. Once there, ever slowly and listening for her master's sleepy moans of pleasure, she swirled the tip of her tongue around it.

Master's foreskin trapped little bubbles as she licked around, popping against her tongue so softly that only she could hear the sound, only she would get to enjoy taking the skin between her sharp teeth, careful not to cause any discomfort as she pulled it taut suckling it between her lips.

What problem would there really be if she took him in deeper, she thought, pushing his hardness deeper within, engulfing him in damp, squishy heat. Her heart fluttered when he yawned, but if he'd woken up, he didn't make a move to stop her from sucking on her way up, long tongue coiled around his member, gently squeezing him in the darkness while her head slowly bobbed against his lap.

He was throbbing, his breath quickening, but still he didn't move. Precum flowed and was just as quickly swallowed up, delicious but not the star of the meal. Memi milked his cock in her mouth, through her wrapped tongue and against the back of her throat, tail whapping against her ass as if it was master's hand softly spanking her. 'I'm a bad girl, master,' she wanted to say, 'That's it, hit me harder, I deserve it~' Her hips wiggled against the bedding, wrinkling it beneath her, staining it the way she dripped with desire, the coils of her tail squeezing and stroking dangerously close to her own throbbing lips.

The feeling welled up, splashing against the shore of her mind. Her feet, cold outside of the covers kicked up, toes curled in an attempt to push back against the oncoming flood. His smell slid down her throat; sweat, semen, and her own juices on his skin. Such a familiar scent coming home to roost, a favorite meal of hers and always as delicious as the first time.

Did she ever tell him how delighted she was the first time, when he'd returned her assault with tenderness and understanding? It had been so embarrassing that she'd tried over and over the next few days to assert her dominance, treated him like furniture, like a slave, and he had been a slave at the time. But even then... his nature hadn't wavered.

And now? She was contented to stay near him, to suffuse herself with his scent, to rub her skin against his, let him fill his hands with her soft flesh, and take him ecstatically inside herself. Another demon might ask her how she'd fallen so far, and she would pity them for their lack of understanding. This wasn't falling, it was falling in love, being in love, loving. Cock filling her mouth, giving her master sweet dreams filled her heart with joy such that it threatened to burst.

Warmth settled between her legs as her tail continued its ceaseless, rhythmical squeezing and rubbing. Fine scales rubbed just right against her wetness, schlicking across the area unbidden. Dick prodded her cheek and she ran her tongue across like she was licking up the drippings from a popsickle before the sticky sweetness could dribble onto clothing.

And there were sweet dribbles, slippery precum to sup as master came closer and closer within his dream. How she wished she could see into his mind and see what fantasy his subconscious cooked up. Did he want someone else? Memi would let him, she'd arrange it as his familiar, but she knew he wasn't that kind. It had taken so much bullying to fold Laura into their relationship, and then he still considered it a kind of masturbation. Maybe he still carried a flame for her mother? It made sense, the woman's graceful curves and centuries of experience pleasing men would make her near irresistible to most mortals.

But Memi's suggestion of summoning up the woman days ago had gotten a decidedly negative response.

She did hope it was her in his dream, doing something he'd be too chicken to ask for, but she'd do in a heartbeat. Her lips touched his groin, the tip of his cock rubbing against the inside of her cheek, sharp teeth deftly avoided even as Memi's movements became faster.

He was definitely getting closer, his thighs tightening in his sleep. Memi as well, humping the bed lightly as if her tail was part of him, like Hairy himself was molesting her in his sleep.

Reason drained from her, she felt her own breath hot on her face, bounced against his lap, slurping his cock like it was the most delectable candy in the world, saliva spilling onto his thighs. Pressure built inside, tickling her, edging her towards blissful relief.

Pumping against his lap, milking him with her tongue, Memi felt his heating up, his heart racing, heard his breath quicken, his dozy moans.

Her hips thrust her against the bedding, moving her whole body in the motion of sucking, felt her hard nipples dragging against the silky sheets.

It all came at once. Master's cum burst into her mouth, flooding down toward her throat. She kept it from flowing down into her belly, as she slurped the last of it out, thrashing in her own as her body washed away in waves of pleasure.

It wasn't necessary to keep her tail on lockdown, unfurled it from her leg to lie limp and satisfied. She slowly came off his cock, lapping up on the way to ensure all of his cum would rest in her mouth to swish around and savor. And she did, swallowing only a drop or two while truly enjoying the flavour, but it was gone before she knew it. Never enough to really slake her love's thirst.

"Memi?" a very sleepy voice said from above before the sheets by master's belly were lifted and Memi was revealed by the dim, red light of the alarm clock on the side table. "What are you doing?" master said, blinking dreams from his beautiful eyes.

"My apologies, master," she said, slinking up his body, intentionally making sure their skin rubbed against one another as she emerged from beneath the sheets and nestled into her master's shoulder. It took careful consideration and practice to ensure her horns didn't catch on anything, especially him, but she'd learned that well enough that it was an afterthought. "I truly could not tell you whether I slept at all... then it was rubbing up against me and I thought it may as well not go to waste. Did you have a pleasant dream?" One involving me?

Hairy yawned and cracked his neck leaning over to see the digital clock. "That early? Might as well forget about getting back to deep sleep I guess. Were you really that worked up?"

Her wagging tail found his leg under the sheets but neither of them mentioned it coiling around his ankle. She said, "Of course I am! It's not every day that I get to be with you all day. And on the weekend you're always busy studying~" She made a circle on his chest with her fingertip, mock whining to let him know it wasn't an actual gripe.

"Did you get your outfit all figured out?"

He meant 'Not that leather, strappy thing, right?' and he'd rejected several other options on the grounds that they were too slutty. So what? She belonged to him, she'd go out on a literal leash and nothing more if that's what he wanted. Memi had to admit that her master wasn't the kind who would do well with any other succubus as a familiar; that kind of rejection could hurt if you didn't know where it was coming from.

Memi eventually came to the justification that her master wanted her naked body to be his, and on occasion Laura's, alone. So wearing lots of clothes was kind of like a fetish, right?

"I consulted Laura by phone and she came over with a large basket of things she once wore in high school." The difference in their figures was a well-known quantity, as the woman had quickly developed into the pillowy goddess she was now and Memi's serpentine grace fit well into those hand-me-downs.

Hairy nodded in the dark. The basket had been one part of a rather large gift and his closet which once housed a dense collection of books and visual novels was now bursting at the seams with her clothing despite her preferred state of abject nudity. "If we get too much more stuff, I'll have to rent a bigger place or a storage container." he said.

"I will relay this to her."

"So, what did you pick out? We don't have much time in the morning for a fashion show."

"A rather demure sundress, a light, black undershirt, and this sort of puffy hat." And no underwear, which she hoped he wouldn't catch on to. "It should qualify by your expectations of modesty."

He kissed her forehead and whispered, "Undies. They can be the sexy kind, but you have to wear them in public."

Memi giggled and nuzzled in closer, washing her face in her master's scent. "Can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"

"I just want to avoid another incident like that movie date we had."

"You know you liked it~" she whispered with a tender kiss on his neck.

Master was so honest, and that was part of what made her adore him. "Well, of course I liked it. But you remember we had to stay for the next showing because neither of us could remember what the movie had even been about."

"Hard to focus on something like that when you're balls deep?" she giggled. She'd be remorseful if he ever grew a thicker skin, since the heat of his embarrassment was so delicious against hers. "Not my fault anyway."

"There were empty seats on both sides of me, you didn't have to take my lap."

"But there was that woman the pirates were kidnapping. You know, the one that was in period jammies the whole time? I had to protect my territory or you might start lusting after that actress."

This was a white lie, she would have happily included the woman in their relationship if her master desired it, but Memi was sure he wouldn't broach the subject even if he did want to fuck the woman on screen. It had taken some time to fold Laura in as a third wheel, which Hairy accepted as the woman was exemplar of the fairer sex's beauty, but then it was mostly the case that Laura wanted to fuck Memi and Hairy just happened to be a good enough friend to play with them both. The whole situation was a headache since, as the familiar, Memi wasn't entirely comfortable being the axle of the threesome; her master should be on the receiving end almost as a worshipful matter.

Memi accounted for the discrepancy with the knowledge that even straight men liked seeing two women fuck, so fucking Laura was morally equivalent to fucking master. Then... reading master's porn collection, there had been enough of what he'd explained as 'yaoi' to throw his character as purely straight into question. Call it what you like, but a comic with two dudes fucking is gay porn no matter whether they show the dicks or assholes. But she filed it under something not to be explored unless brought up by master himself without prodding. She'd made that mistake before and master still brought it up once in a while to mildly scold her.

At least since then they hadn't seen hide nor hair from her family, Satilli included as apprentices had to consider each other siblings of a sort. And if Meliza still had designs to barge in on their happiness, mother had been persuaded to intervene. The implied threat of incineration likely played a part in keeping back the blue-skinned demon. Then there was father, whose opinion was kept to himself, but Memi's experience with the man told her he wouldn't mind the relationship she found herself in.

Father was an old-fashioned demon, and the direction of Hairy's soul was to his liking. Memi steered her master for Limbo, but summoning a succubus and essentially leashing her to you as a concubine wasn't a winning recipe for salvation.

Master was still resting, though as he clearly wouldn't be getting any more real sleep he lay with his fingers caressing Memi's hair and sighed, content with the situation.

She circled a fingertip on his chest and nudged herself in tighter, ensuring the maximum skin contact possible while clinging to his side, legs curled up in the pit of his knee. "Thanks for bringing me along today, master."

"It really isn't a problem," he said, "By the way, while we're there, can you call me Harry? I don't want to explain it to my friends why I'm getting the royal treatment."

Memi blew a puff of air against his neck. "Master, this isn't the royal treatment. If I were to call you 'my liege' however... but yes, I understand the difficulty."

"And I know you don't like it, but I'm going to be introducing you as my girlfriend. Okay?"

A few weeks ago, that would have stung like she was being thrown in the trash, but Memi thought she understood the meaning behind it a little better. "You're sure?" she teased, "Why not, 'my concubine'?"

He laughed in the darkness. "That would be even harder to explain. I could go as far as 'fiance' if you want?"

The mood dropped for a second and she said, "Master, we cannot marry."

"No? I thought you would love that, or would that be a step down from what we have in your eyes?"

Scales balanced in her head as she considered it. Contracted relationships weren't unknown in Hell, but they weren't marriage no matter what the signers said, they were business and conducted in a formal manner. Want to have a child, foster them together until it's ready to contribute toward your business? Sure, and you might even call it a family, but Hell was Hell even for hellions and paternal love such as it existed could be revoked at a moment's displeasure. Being a familiar, bound to her master until the end of his life come Hell or high water as his property, his slave, was a marked improvement on the terms of such a contract.