PITCH-FIC (Harem): Dark Contract #2 (Patreon)
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Author's Note: More of this! Thinking to do one more before we reset the process -- or should I leave it up to a poll as to whether we continue or not? Let me know in the comments or on Discord!
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Several days pass before I hear from the succubi again. The normal tedium of going about my day-to-day -- school, dinner, watching TV, sleeping -- begins to wear on my mind. What if all of it had been a dream, some kind of hallucination born of desperation? What if I’d been so desperate for results that I’d made everything up?
I find myself wracked with boredom as I sit through Algebra II, wondering if I’d done something wrong. Maybe the paperwork mix-up had led to the three demonesses simply giving up on me altogether. I’m tormented to the point of distraction by the idea that I’d come so close to finding power, only for my opportunity to vanish just as soon as I’d found it. It’s maddening.
But that, it turns out, is very much not the case, something I learn when class ends and lunch finally begins. More time to obsess over the succubi, but at least now I don’t need to pretend to be paying attention to anything. Eschewing the cafeteria, I grab my bag and sneak into the library, hoping to eat the sandwich I’d brought with me in relative peace and silence while the hordes downstairs gather in their reeking masses. I could have been queen of them all, empress over this whole place, all these people. If only I’d done things differently....
Creeping upstairs, I eye the peppery-haired guy working there and wait for him to make his move to the bathroom. I know his patterns well, by now -- he always fucks off during lunch break, giving me consistent windows to sneak in and steal or return books. Now, though, I just want some privacy, and make my way to the back with the manuals and phonebooks and shit that nobody gives a fuck about. Quietly grabbing a chair, I sit down and rifle through my bag, pulling out a plastic-wrapped club sandwich and finally releasing a long breath. Hopefully I’ll be able to relax a little, get my nerves down before heading back to class.
As I bring the sandwich towards my mouth, a shudder suddenly runs through me, my back arching, my body tensing as I’m seized by the sensation of a long, flat tongue dragging up along the front of my panties, stroking up the tight package of my sack and inert girldick, the latter of which is immediately awoken by the sensation. “HaaAAah...!” I gasp, eyes going wide before glancing downward, seeing the slender back and swaying tail of Lilitu, her nubby horns making cute bumps in my skirt, under which her head is buried. I have no idea how she got there without me noticing her, but... I mean, she is a succubus, I guess. “What are... how did you--?”
“Shhh,” comes Lilitu’s voice, followed by a soft giggle. She lifts my skirt with one hand, revealing her pretty face beneath, her large, rose-colored eyes looking up at me as she laps along the front of my panties once more. Hooking two fingertips into my waistband, she begins to pull down the flimsy black cloth, smiling playfully. “We finally have a chance to have some fun, and I can show you how... good a friend I am,” she purrs, tugging my panties down and letting my semi-stiff member bounce out, bopping against her soft lips. She lets them part, kissing my tip, then twirling her tongue lovingly around it, sending another wave of pleasure arcing throughout my body.
“Is it...” I swallow hard, my mind racing with questions, though I suddenly find my brain lacking the bloodflow to articulate them. “The others, are they...?”
“Don’t worry about them, Liv,” she smiles, kissing my tip, then sliding down to perform a harmonica motion along the side of my stiffening shaft, leaving a trail of her saliva across it. “I’m here with you,” she whispers, “you have me.”
“Wh-what if...” I swallow hard, trying to concentrate through the pangs of pleasure that keep shooting through me -- her mouth is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, her tongue flicking, lapping, teasing. She attacks every most sensitive spot, bringing me to where I almost can’t stand another second before easing back and giving me a different spike of ecstasy. “What if someone finds us?” I finally stammer out, chewing my bottom lip.
Lilitu looks up at me again, her eyes smoldering as she nuzzles into my balls, one hand caressing my outer thigh while the other teases one fingertip playfully against my now-exposed backdoor, coated in her saliva and coyly applying more and more pressure to her inquisitive anal prodding. “What if they do? Who will believe them if they say they saw a demon sucking your gorgeous cock?”
She has a point. Not a great point, but one that does meet the minimum qualifications for pointhood. I’m not really in a position to argue. I bite down hard on my lower lip, letting out a hot, ragged breath as she returns to ‘tempting’ me, her beautiful lips now wrapping all the way around my throbbing shaft and taking it in deep. I feel the softness of her lips, the hot wetness of her tongue rolling dextrously around my girldick, and then, a moment later, the tightness and pressure of my tip pressing against the back of her throat -- then down it. I feel my eyes roll back into my head, letting out a long, high-pitched croon of delight, a sound I didn’t even know I was capable of making, as Lilitu swallows my cock, her finger easing deeply into my ass and starting to slowly pump it back and forth. Her finger moves slowly at first, then picks up speed, matching the pace of her mouth as she eases her throat up and down, back and forth along my shaft.
My breath catches in my throat and I feel a spasm roll through me, the demon’s head bobbing up and down in my lap as she takes me in, a second finger sliding inside of me. They turn and hook slightly, pressing upward and striking something inside me, grinding an internal swell of flesh that drives me, easily and abruptly, over the edge of pleasure and into orgasm. I try to bite back my cry of release, clapping one hand over my own mouth as I feel several intense pulsations rock through my member, pumping glug after glug of my cum into Lilitu’s mouth and down her throat. I watch in amazement as the succubus breathlessly swallows, taking two full gulps before slowly drawing back, not a single drop spilling from her lips as my cock finally slips free of them. Her fingers, however, remain deeply buried up my ass.
“There we go, sweetie,” she whispers, kissing gently across my balls before pulling up, leaning in to press her soft lips against my own, sharing the musky slickness and taste of my own cock as she embraces me. “I told I could give you whatever you wanted, and I can give you so much more. All you have to do...”
“Is sign the contract,” I finish for her, “I know.”
“You don’t have to do it now,” she smiles, kissing me again. “Take all the time you need. Think about it. Weigh your options... I’m sure you’ll come to the right decision in time.” She bumps her nose to mine, and I lean into her, stealing another soft kiss back and trying not to pant from the exhaustion of the quick, intense blowjob she’d given me. “Just call my name, Liv. Whenever you need me.”
I let out a winded sigh, letting my eyes slip shut for a moment to get my bearings straight. When I open my eyes, Lilitu’s gone -- just me, my skirt pulled up and my panties around my ankles, my ass slowly contracting and relaxing to adjust to the sudden removal of Lilitu’s fingers, and my dick wet and half-hard. I find myself wondering just how long I can string these demons along -- because having this kind of ‘service’ on speed-dial from three gorgeous succubi is something I could really get used to.
Cleaning up clumsily, I rush through my sandwich. Class starts again in ten minutes... and now I have even more dark thoughts to distract me.
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My fingertips dig into the edge of the bed. One strong hand is wound into the locks of my shoddily-dyed dark blue hair, tugging just hard enough to send pangs of excitement through me. I’d cry out as the thick, throbbing devilcock drives into my tight ass from behind, even with my parents downstairs, my own panties have been wadded up and crammed into my moutth.
Once I’d gotten home, had dinner, and retired up to my room, Empera had come to visit. She had not been as subtle as Lilitu had. She isn’t interested in getting me to join her willingly -- the gray-skinned succubus, as far as I can tell, is primarily invested in showing me that all roads lead to her. That there are no options but to swear fealty and give her what she wants, that she’s my owner, and I’m her little slut. Somehow, as her fat dick drills in and out of me, my ass squelching with the lazy drizzle of lubricant she allowed me, I’m managing to see her point of view. She feels amazing inside me, her hand in my hair, the other delivering sharp, brutal spanks to my butt. I guess I knew the other demons would show up before long, but... I guess I just wasn’t ready for Empera to be next.
“Grunt twice if you can’t get enough of this cock, you little bitch,” Empera growls, drawing her hips back before slamming them into me once again, driving her member deeply into my ass. It’s enormous, far bigger than the one Azafel had been prodding me with some days ago -- I’d say over ten inches in length, but I admit it’s hard to tell when it’s up your ass and you don’t have a measuring tape. All I know is that I’ve finally been pushed past the initial discomfort, and the size and heat of her throbbing rod drilling into me is absolutely unbelievable.
On my hands and knees, my butt turned upward and my exposed girldick wobbling unattended between my slim thighs, I struggle to prop myself up on one shoulder, looking back at Empera. “Mmmhhh-- mmmMmmph!” I moan, quakes of delight running through me as I watch her plough me, the black leather straps covering her falling out of place with the speed and roughness of her thrusts, freeing one full, firm breast and pierced nipple, the pert orb bouncing with the steady impact of her hips into my butt, and her fat dick into my slick, needy ass. I’ve never been fucked like this before, and I... fuck, I had no idea how much I’d love it.
“That’s right... mnnNnn...” Empera snarls, an almost bestial sound escaping her well-muscled form as she pounds me on top of my own bed, in my own room -- I quiver as I feel her cock drag back and forth over that same spot Lilitu had prodded earlier, sawing against this ecstasy-button inside of me over and over again, making me shiver and whimper through the wad of my own panties in my mouth. Despite remaining entirely untouched to the point of knowing, purposeful neglect, my own penis is rock-hard, a thin strand of clear, viscious fluid dribbling from its tip and onto my Sailor Moon sheets (shut up!). “Look how stiff your little dick is, just from me ramming your tight ass -- cum for me, little wannabe witch, squirt all over your own bed and let me know I own you.”
While I’m definitely troubled by her words, we’ve reached the point of no return, and my body just can’t handle any more of what Empera’s dishing out. I let out a muffled scream as I rock and contort, pushing my slim hips back up against her to take every last inch of that huge cock, my own finally unleashing several long spurts of my spunk. It shoots out of me like a Go-Gurt tube that’s been stomped on, the creamy jets of seed making a terrible mess of the bed -- a mess I promptly collapse into, panting.
I whimper as I feel several hot shots of demonic cum lace across my back and ass as Empera finishes herself off, chuckling quietly to herself as she frosts me. “Now we’ll see which one of us you come crawling back to, baby goth. No chance those other giggling harlots can give you what I can... consider yourself already mine.”
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After Empera vanishes, I rest a while before eventually getting up, cleaning myself off, changing my sheets, and actually getting ready for bed. Stripping out of my clothes and letting my hair loose, I flick the lights off and collapse onto the mattress, lazily dragging a sheet half-way over my naked body as I try to digest what the day has brought me so far. My temptations, however, have not yet ended.
Just as my eyes are slipping shut and I feel sleep about to take me, I hear a soft, rolling murmur, not at all dissimilar to a cat’s purr, and I feel the sheet dragged away from me, exposing me to the dim gloom once more. My eyelids drift apart, and in the darkness I see a lithe silhouette with a slender tail swaying behind it, the figure climbing into my lap, straddling me. Azafel.
“Fuckkk,” I groan, half lament, half uncertain excitement -- I’m worn out from the other two demons, but so far they’ve brought me nothing but pleasure. And the way Azafel’s body sways on top of mine, mounting my hips, her slim figure already fully nude, soon has me excited all over again. Her pert tits are a little larger than mine, though still quite small, her incarnadine girldick stiffening as it rubs back and forth against my own, rocking her weight back and forth into my lap.
“Shhhh,” she whispers back, one hand reaching down to caress along my front, teasing one nipple seductively as she rocks down against me. My member is springing to life faster than I’d thought possible with today’s earlier activities, but the sensation of her atop me -- her cock rubbing and pushing against mine, her smooth, taut sack squishing into me. As she rocks forward I can feel the firm, springy globes of her petite rear sandwich my shaft, pressing, sliding against it, drawing a weak moan from me. “You needn’t say anything, beloved,” she continues, her voice breathy, smelling of spice. “Just focus on me. The way I make you feel. Let me take you to heights you’ve never imagined.”
There’s something different about her. Something beyond the pleasure -- a magnetism that draws me in. I feel no resistance as I sit up to meet her, pressing my head to her breast, my hand moving to cradle her slender hip as she shifts and squirms against me. This is her element. Empera’s a conquerer, Lilitu a manipulator, but Azafel... Azafel is a seductress. Everything from the way she speaks to the way she moves is designed to draw me in, to addict me. She takes my free hand in one of her own, pulling my fingers to her mouth and slipping them inside, and I feel myself tremble as she twirls her tongue around them. I kiss softly between her breasts, then take one crimson nipple into my mouth, suckling the firm bud as I cling to her, beginning to rock back against her.
The glistening of her smooth shaft, and the increasing slickness of my own, allows us to move across one another more easily, erections bumping and sliding, never leaving contact. Pleasure builds and builds, but it fades to the back of my mind, creating a haze over my thoughts but not distracting me from what’s important. Kissing her, touching her, immersing myself in her. What begins as lustful groping and kissing becomes almost worshipful, her greater height and position in my lap ensuring that she is always above me. Releasing my fingers, she tilts my head up from her breast and presses her lips against mine, stealing my senses in a long, tender embrace. The fire of her kiss threatens to consume me whole, the sensuous passion she drips with, the feeling of her naked skin against my own. “Azafel...” I whisper. I don’t even realize I’ve said it until I’ve heard the words leave my mouth, and I feel my back arch as ecstasy reaches its zenith, my drained body no longer able to contain the gift she’s given me.
She presses hard against me, and I pour myself into our kiss as climax seizes me -- spurred on by the pulsations in her own member as her body mimics mine, experiencing mirrored orgasms as streamers of our seed shoots past and against one another, coating each other and ourselves in the creamy pumps of our own excess. My thoughts dissolve into pink mist and all I know is the feeling of her tongue in my mouth. Of Azafel.
I awaken with a start, flushed, drenched in sweat, yet shivering. A wet spot blooms at the apex of the noticeable tent in my sheets, and my thoughts start to return to me. A dream...?
Pulling the sheet away, I see the sticky remnants of my nighttime tryst with the succubus coating my belly and breasts, and I let out a sigh of exhausted, yet satisfied, confusion. My ritual opened quite the can of worms. Not the can I expected, but a very interesting one nonetheless. Now, all I can do is put my intellect to the test once again, and come up with a plan to either diffuse, or control, the trinity of beautiful demons that have become an inextricable part of my life.
I have a lot of thinking to do.
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