A Bargain Struck

The very idea of accepting was insane! Susan could feel her whole schooling rising up inside of her. All that she had learned and been taught told her to never, ever trust a demon! The idea was nonsense which would get her nowhere at best and at worst, actively end with her in a worse position! How did she know that the succubus didn't want her soul even if it said otherwise? How did she knew that the demon would keep her side of the bargain if she gave in?

And yet, something inside of her made her **** to simply refuse. The looming day of her marriage was close at hand and this was, perhaps, her only chance to escape. What the succubus was asking made her blush and stutter like a schoolgirl but if she married this man, he too would want to possess her sexually, would he not? And she would be expected to submit without question. She was to supply him with an heir, which meant that he would fuck her until she had done so. The idea made her squirm; she didn't like the idea of being used like that. Bred like an animal. She was more and she knew it.

Looking at it like that, she was beyond ****. So maybe...just maybe...

Was it worth it...?

"If you don't," said the demon, "I will die. I don't usually say things like that but in this case it is the truth. There is no one else here I can reach but you. If you turn me away, there is no way I will be able to find someone outside of this land in time."

"You'll really die?"

"Yes," Said the demon. "I am not lying to you, I promise. Even as we speak, my power is bleeding away drop by drop. I don't mind dying. Not really. When I decided to fight, I knew that I might be struck down. But it is this slow **** that I despise! This fading by inches! I would rather take a sword and run myself through than go out like this!"

"No!" Susan said quickly, surprised by the panic in her voice. "Don't do that! I... I am considering it..."

The demon honestly looked surprised. Just as surprised as Susan felt. She shook her head, ignoring how her fantasies and desires were still overflowing within.

"If I agree," She said slowly, "You'll do something for me?"

"It is is within y power, I will do it."

Susan took a deep breath.

"I am to be married in the next few months," She said slowly. "I don't want to be. But tradition demands it and my family is set on it. My duty as a princess is clear, and there is no way I can avoid it. I...I don't want to seem to be some sniffling child, but I don't want to be! I don't know the man, I don't love him! I don't even desire him! He's just someone who happens to be important and because of that he gets to claim my body as his own and use me to sate his lust! It's not fair."

"No," The demon said. "It is not. It is the way things go, however. Your situation is hardly unique. There are many who have had to endure that or worse just to survive."

"I know," Susan admitted. "But they did not have you. If I agree to help you, will you get me out of this marriage? Without hurting anyone or stealing their souls, I mean."

The demoness laughed.

"Yes." She said. "And I promise to shed no blood and steal no souls."

"All right then..." Susan said uncertainly. Her face was burning red and she could not believe what she had just agreed to. Her voice hitched in her throat . "I agree to your terms. We....we'll do it. Have sex, I mean..."

"Your face is so red as you say it," the demoness whispered. "Are you truly so sheltered?"

She stood up slowly, pushing herself off the bed with lazy sensuality. Susan followed her motions, her heart was hammering. The red-skinned woman was watching her with a sharp-toothed grin, enjoying the way that Susan could not tear her eyes from her body. The chain which ran from her breasts to her pussy gleamed and the demon tugged on it, breathing heavily. The sound made Susan's skin prickle. She gulped. It was true that she was a virgin. She had never had sex with anyone before. After all, she was a princess. Her virginity was part of the parcel of her marriage.

Never in her life had she imagined she would lose it to a demon.

"My name is Sav'era," The succubus told her. "Remember it well, human princess. So that you know well the name of the one who sent you to heaven."

Sav'era pressed forwards, moving with a sleek confidence. Susan stood, mute and trembling. Her heart was in her mouth and she could not believe that this was happening. Before she knew it, Sav'era was right in front of her, and Susan could not help but compare her naked body to her own.

Sav'era was a succubus. Her form was calculated to arouse as many people as possible. She had long legs, and a large chest, hair as dark as night and cool, black eyes which seemed to peer into your soul. She moved like a jungle panther, all desire and forthrightness and her teeth were slightly pointed. Her skin was a deep shade of red, even down between her legs. Susan's eyes flowed down the curve of her thighs, unable to stop herself with the other woman so close. Sav'era's pussy was shaved bare and already arouse. Wetness dripped between her legs, and her clitoris was peaking from its hood. She was wet and wanting, the very image of a lustful demon ready to take what she wanted.

Whereas Susan was...well, normal. Even naked, she had to admit that she was no great looker compared to her sisters. Her chest was small and rounded, her skin was pale and her arms and legs were slim. ''Lithe'' would have been the nice term for them, but Susan knew that it would be better phrased as ''thin''. She was self conscious of her body, especially with how aroused she was already getting by just being in this woman's presence. She swallowed, and tried to reach for the sense of grace which had been drilled into her when she was younger. But now, in her most important moment, it had fled.