A Deal with the Devil

Susan swallowed. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and all of her fantasies and dreams of the woman came boiling up from deep within her soul. The woman chuckled, a deep, throaty sound and gazed at her. She was sitting on top of the blanket, lying on her side with her head propped up by her arm. Dark hair fell across her body but did little to conceal her naked form. The chains which tied her nipples to her pierced womanhood dangled freely, and the velvet loincloth did nothing to disguise how aroused she was.

Slowly, Susan shook her head.

"I...I don't know what you mean," She said. "I don't even know who you are, how could you have something that I want?"

"That's easy," The woman purred. "Because you called to me."

"You mean the dream?"

"The dream? Yes, call it a dream. It's a simple way to describe it." The crimson-skinned woman said, stretching her legs lazily in the air. Susan's eyes were drawn to her sex. Her lower lips were open, and a glinting wetness told her of the other woman's desire. She felt all of the blood rush to her face, more aware now than ever of her own nudity.

"I don't understand," Susan said. "You're...you're..."

"A demon?" The woman laughed, the word stabbed a spear of ice through Susan's heart. She'd thought it, but dared not put it into words! The demons were the ancient enemies of her people and she did not think for even a moment that this one was anything but dangerous.

"You're not supposed to be here..."

"You're right. I'm not." The woman languidly swept herself around, rising from the bed to her feet. She grinned, noticing how Susan could not tear her eyes from her body.

"Do you like what you see, little girl? Oh, don't try to resist it. It's obvious that you're turned on by me. And you should be! I'd be offended if you weren't! For a succubus like me, there's no worse insult than to ignore our charms."

"You're a succubus?" Susan asked. "But we have not seen your kind for hundreds of years! Are you invading again? We'll fight you, just like before!"

The demon laughed.

"Be calm, girl. I love the fire in your eyes when you say that, but there is no danger. We do not mean harm to your little world. What we did before we under the old order. Things are different now."

"Old order?"

"None of your concern. Suffice it to say that demons have rulers too and they don't always agree. We had one king and he wanted war. Now we have another and he wants peace. It's oh so boring, but we do have to do what he says. Most of the time."

She grinned, bringing one hand up to sweep the hair away from her face. Her eyes were cool and blue, like sapphires. The gesture was somehow sensual enough that Susan felt her knees going weak.

"Are you using some sort of magic on me?" She asked.

"Not intentionally" The demon admitted. "But I am a succubus and desire is my nature. If you desire me it is because part of you finds me pleasing and my natural ability amplifies this. I am afraid it is not something I can just turn off so you will have to bear with it for now."

"I'm not into girls," Susan said firmly, but the succubus laughed.

"Apparently you are if they are me," She said. "You can't seem to take your eyes off my body. Does it please you? I hope it does but if not I can change it. Smaller, bigger, whatever you desire. I am a demon after all. A being of the soul not the flesh."

"No," Susan shook her head. "I'm not falling for this. It's some sort of trap isn't it? Every tale I ever hear of someone working with a demon, it always ends badly!"

"Of course." Said the demon. "Your people would not tell you the ones that went well would they? You are of Sylant, yes? The land of paladins. Do you really think that they would happily tell you of all the stories where everyone got what they wanted and parted happily?"

"You're trying to convince me to strike a deal," Susan said. "Are you after my soul? Is that it?"

"Well, it would be tempting." The demon agreed. "A pure little soul like yours would fetch a high prize. But no, I do not wish that. In fact, it is I who seek your help."

Susan blinked.

"You want my help?"

"That's right," The demon said. "For you see, I am dying."

She turned away from Susan for a moment, pacing the room. Susan followed her behind, tracing her shapely ass with a guilty feeling of perversion.

"I was a soldier," said the woman. "And I was wounded in a great battle. I tried to get home, but my magic failed and I fell between worlds. I thought that I would never return but by sheer luck I managed to stumble to a world I knew. This one. And to this place which I had known in the past. However, it has changed. Your paladins are much more powerful than I remembered, and their strength and faith warded me away from the gateway back. Still wounded, I knew that I had to find a way to feed myself or I would starve, but everywhere I went, the power of the paladins repelled me. Then, suddenly, just as I was prepared to give up and die, I find you invading my dreams. So surprising, and it seems that you alone are not warded like the others."

"W-what? Why would that be?"

"I have some ideas on that score, but none that matter." The naked woman laughed. "The point is, you can give me what I need. You are the only person who can give me what I need."

"And you're just going to take it?" Susn asked. Panic was bubbling up inside of her. She wasn't a fighter and even if she called for the guards, against a demon she would be finished long before they arrived.

"Take it? Gods of the wheel, no. There are rules to this sort of thing you know. I cannot take it. You must offer it. And in return, I can grant you a boon."

"A boon?" Susan asked, mind going back to her schooling. The last time the demons had been here had been two hundred years ago, but their existence and history was a cultural touchstone of all of Sylant. She'd been taught about them. "You mean you'd do me a service. Grant me a wish of some kind. That's what happens in all of the old stories. But it rarely turns out well."

"As I said, it is no surprise that people who are enemies of my species would cast us in the worst light possible," said the demon. "I assure you, most such partnerships do not end in tragedy. It would be brief. I would remain for just long enough to give you what you wanted and then return home. I could make you eternally young, or grant you beauty. Wealth, power or influence could be yours. I could fetch you the husband of your dreams - or the wife - or allow you to live out your greatest fantasy, sexual or otherwise."

"And what would you want in return?" Susan shivered, desire pulsing through her almost painfully. The woman's words rang true according to the histories she knew. Succubus did sometimes make deals with mortals, and when those bargains were struck they also usually did their best to follow through. Normally, Susan would have been horrified at the very thought but right now, she was twisting and writhing. For there was one thing she feared more than anything else and it was her arranged marriage to a man she did not even know.

But did she fear it enough to strike a deal with a demon to avoid it?

"If you do not want my soul," Susan said, "What do I have of value that you would desire?"

The demon shook her head and laughed again.

"Your body of course. Or rather, your pleasure."

"M-my pleasure?" Susan's face coloured again.

"So bashful. I am a succubus. I subsist on the pleasure and sexual energy of mortals like you. Or other demons. But no others are around right now, so it has to be you. In return for granting your boon, I want your body for tonight."

"Tonight? Right now?"

"That's right. I want you to serve me. I want you to pleasure me and be pleasured by me. I promise I will do nothing to harm you and you will enjoy it as much as I will. In fact, that's the point! I cannot heal from your pleasure if you do not feel any."

"I....I'm still a virgin!"

"That's good, that will only make it all the sweeter. Do this for me, and I will grant you any boon within my power. Any at all. And the power of a succubus is considerable."