Going along with it

Tom had honestly planned to untie Sarah immediately. He really had. Knowing that he was no longer in any danger of his soul being sucked out, then seeing her in such a helpless position though...

"Fuuuuckk~ That's it baby, fuck your slutty succubitch wife~"

The plan got a little bit sidetracked, though only for a minute or two. Or five. Whatever. As soon as he had started, Sarah had instantly given up any pretense of complaint, instead taking him inside her supernaturally lubricated cunt with abandon and demanding he use her like a fuck doll. So yeah, no harm, no foul.

When he finally did untie her, he had then planned to take care of the fact that his very eventful morning had left him EXTREMELY late for work. He really had. However, when he went to get dressed...

"Oooohhh... I love the taste of your cock even more when I can still feel your cum inside me... And you seem to really like it when I move my tongue like thiiiiisss~"

It hadn't actually worked out that way at all.

Still, even if it wasn't what he had planned, it was fine. Tom knew that he could just call in sick later. They had probably guessed the situation at his work by that point anyway. It was fine... Or at least not NOT fine enough for him to drag himself away from his now entirely safe to fuck semen demon of a wife.

Eventually though, the pair was finally **** to separate after having several hours of almost entirely uninterrupted sex. Tom's aching, drained body was completely exhausted. Not supernaturally this time, just the regular kind of exhausted. And gross. While he was far too wiped out to think properly, Tom was fairly certain he hadn't fucked quite that long or quite that hard in... Well, ever. Probably ever.

"Uuughhhh... Babe..." Sarah whined as she pulled herself upright in bed and rested her chin on Tom's shoulder, her soft breasts squishing into his back. "We should probably go take a shower."

"Shower in bed," Tom grumbled out incoherently, earning a heart flutteringly sweet giggle from Sarah in response.

"Oh noooo, you were supposed to fuck my brains out, not the other way around!" Sarah playfully joked as she nuzzled herself against him in a way that Tom could swear made him fall double in love with her somehow. "Come onnnn. Don't you want to see these perfect blue boobies all soaped up and slippery wet, ready for you to rub and scrub and-"

"I'm going to die. You're not even draining my soul, but you're still going to kill me. Please stop. But also don't. I love you." Tom burbled out the words without putting a single thought into any of them.

Sarah laughed again before planting a kiss on Tom's cheek. "Love you too. Now let's go you big sexy lug." She dragged Tom upright and to his feet, her own steps looking perfectly fine and not at all like those of a woman who had been fucked for hours on end. If anything, she had more pep to her than even the most coffee fueled morning. Even if it was his wish that made her that way, it was still somewhat intimidating to see yet another reminder that his wife was now literally built for sex. "We can take a bath instead, if you don't want to stand, but then you have to let me sit in your lap, okay?"

"It's way too hot to be wearing all of this... The bad hot, not the good hot." Two days had passed, and as instructed, Tom and Sarah were standing outside of a rather seedy looking pawn shop. In the interest of keeping the blueness of her skin hidden, Sarah was wearing a rather heavy coat with a hood that she'd never worn before. "Since I'm a demon or whatever, shouldn't I be able to handle the fires of hell? I feel like I'm melting, and it's not even summer yet!"

Tom gave a wry laugh in response as he gave the pawn shop a bit of a once over. He wasn't exactly familiar with this area of town. A bit seedy as mentioned earlier, but not 'stand around long enough and you're going to get stabbed' seedy. He was sure it was the right place, but was still just a big hesitant.

Within the front window of the pawn shop, Tom could see a display with what looked like old records and cassette tapes, then another containing probably knock-off brand watches. Pretty much the kinds of things he was expecting. There was nothing that screamed out that this place would have any kind of link to magical witches who could perform demon contracts, or anyone else that would be worth talking to in regards to that subject matter, though it probably wouldn't do much for business if it did.

"Sure you haven't just been spending way too much time naked?" Tom half joked with Sarah as he put a hand on the door to go inside.

"Pfffttt, there's no such thing," Sarah returned without missing a beat. "But I am dying to get rid of this coat..."

"Then come on," Tom opened the door and held it open for his wife before following her in.

The inside of the pawn shop was narrow and cluttered, with an unusual but not terribly offensive smell that Tom couldn't quite put his finger on. Some amount of old cigarette smoke definitely, but mixed with who knows what else. A couple of low quality speakers were lightly playing music that immediately made him think of the mexican restaurant near his work. At least, he was pretty sure it was still near his work. He hadn't been there since-

"Looking for somethin'?" As Tom shook himself out of his thoughts, he looked to the source of the voice to find the person manning the front desk was already staring back at him curiously. A hispanic looking man in his late 30s or early 40s, he was remarkably broad shouldered, but less in a bodybuilder kind of way and more of a 'has probably worked more than one manual labor job' kind of way. Was thinking that racist? Maybe. Tom elected not to dwell on it or let it affect his first impression as he quickly moved to respond and keep any attention off of his wife.

"Uhm... Yeah. We were told to come here by a woman named Nadiya?" He said it like a question, even though he was quite sure he was getting the name right.

The large man behind the counter let out a small sigh through his nose, though didn't sound annoyed or angry as he nodded in understanding. "And nobody Nadiya has come by ever buys anything," he commented, seeming to be speaking mostly to himself before shrugging it off and looking back over at Tom. "Wish she'd have people come in through the back, but anyway..."

As if on cue, the man pressed a button underneath the front counter. There was a buzz and the click of a lock disengaging from a door at the far end of the shop that Tom hadn't consciously noticed. You wouldn't normally think much of anything about a door that said 'Employees Only' when you weren't an employee, after all.

"First door on the right, stairs down. Light switch on the right side, in case that girl's sitting around in the dark again." The man's instructions were brisk, but not curt or rude in any way. "Oh, and remind her that I'm still waiting for her rent for this month. She knows, but I still have to say it. Appearances."

Tom hadn't quite expected his magical witch contact to be living in a basement of a pawn shop, AND be over a week behind on rent payments... That's assuming it was due at the start of the month, but still... Apparently magic doesn't pay the bills?

Still, Tom gave a positive response and a nod of thanks before leading his wife over toward the 'Employee's Only' door. Once inside, the door clicked closed behind them with another second buzzing when it did so. Taking the first door on the right of the plain interior hallway revealed a simple set of stairs that led down. While the light switch was there as explained, there wasn't a need to use it. It was already on. All that was left was to head on down.