Chapter #5Bind it by: Yote   Your grip tightens on the sword hilt. The demon lowers its head, not even attempting to flee or fight back. Succubi are near worthless in combat being creatures of soft flesh and all. A real cow would probably stand a better chance in a fight. A single blow will take off its head.
"Please. I can be yours. Forever."
"What use could I possibly have for a desire demon too weak even to take human form?"
The demon's words spill out, hurried and afraid. "If I'm weak, it's only because I'm young and starved. I was spawned only recently, cast out by my broodmother with nothing, forced to feed off these animals' lusts to survive. Allow me to serve under you and I can grow strong. We will grow strong, together."
Lowering your sword, you say, "There's a broodmother here, on this plane? Tell me where it is."
The succubus' cow eyes grow bright with interest at your words. "Yes! She dwells in a cavern beneath the earth, an army of my brothers and sisters crawling forth from her loins. Thousands already, hundreds more each day." The bovine jaw twists into a wicked smile. "But I'll never tell you how to find her unless you bind me first."
You grit your teeth. There are worse familiars to have than a succubus. "Very well. Speak your terms."
Excitement fills the demons' voice. It is giddy at the thought of becoming yours. An older, more experienced succubi would have held back, calm, coy, and collected, but this one seems almost childlike as it lays out the terms of its contract.
"You promise never to harm me, or allow others to harm me. You will sustain me, and in exchange I vow to serve and obey you as long as you live. Your every desire is my command. Anything you need, everything you want, I will become."
It's not an ungenerous offer. Most demons wouldn't be so broad in their terms of servitude, limiting their contract to only a small number of highly specific functions, but then again you do have a sword to its neck, an effective bargaining tool. Although, "This sustenance..."
"You will lie with me each night."
"Hah. And wind up like these wretched animals," you scoff, gesturing to the diseased, withered bulls, half-dead from the demon's life draining touch. "Once a month."
"I'll starve! Thrice a week!"
"And have my balls rot off? Twice a month."
"You must think I was spawned yesterday! Twice a week."
"Every fortnight."
"Each Friday."
"Every twelfth night."
"Deal!" the demon shouts.
"Okay. Deal."
It's not easy shaking hands with a cow, but you manage it somehow. The terms laid out, you intone the words of the eldritch pact. As the spell finishes, spectral chains emerge from your chest, binding the demon's hands and feet before vanishing. A flush of fiery demonic energy is kindled inside your belly as the connection is established, and you feel a little of your own magic flow into her. Briefly your member stiffens, subsiding slowly to a low background arousal - one of the unfortunate side-effects of taking a desire demon for a familiar is you're doomed to be constantly, mildly horny until the connection is broken.
Her mind reaches out to your own, rummaging through your thoughts. "Master Meade..." she croons, savouring your name.
"Keep out of my head," you say gruffly, closing your eyes and traveling along the mental link that links you now. Her mind is like an open book, and a pornographic one at that, a jumble of uncomplicated thoughts and even simpler desires. She is currently picturing you naked (rather inaccurately it must be said) and fantasising about the nights that lay ahead for the two of you. Out of her thoughts, you find her name - Heredrine.
"If it please my master," Heredrine purrs, rubbing her body against yours, her large bulk knocking you into the mud, "I've managed to save up enough energy to change my form once. Is there anyone in particular you'd like me to be?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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