a pitlord, a pact, a cloak

After a warm night on a bedding and not a crude ground, Ambriel wakes up rested. She entices for an instant to aske for another serving of cuddle.

but it wouldn't be wise, so Ambriel gets up and goes outside to properly wash up, and get some exercise, before gearing up waiting for the couple to be also up

they tell ambriel to be more careful. they are not always around

Ambriel warmly thanks them again, and gives farewell

"Goodbye, be blessed."

Then she goes on.

the most of her travel is uneventful, until the air is filled with the undeniable stench of brimstone and sulphur

"what the hell would i find here? I better not stay too long"

the sound of big hooves is heard and something is closing in on her, the sound of demonic wings is audible

not sure of what it is, but certain it can't be good, Ambriel try to dash under some fallen tree to hide

ambriel hides inside a bush until it suddenly burst into flames, forcing her out of her hiding place. she finds herself face to fac with a pit lord, a demon

"My. What are you doing here, sister dearest?"

"errrr... Hello, i was thrown down here without much explanation, and i since try to survive as i could."

ambriel try to stay calm and not to show that she's terrified

"Heh. What have you done to invoke the ire of the divine?"

"i'm not sure, i don't remember well... i think it could be an experiment of some sort.... i only hope that i can get out ...."

"Why would you want to go back though?"

"well, i don't feel very welcomed either... everything down here is painful, almost everyone want to hurt me,..."

"On the plane of mortals, all is guided by desire. Surely you have felt that as well, am i wrong?"

"i might have seen and felt some of that, indeed"

he grins

"There is not fault in giving into it, sister. Many have been cast down for questioning their teachings. I have found that a live of desire is preferable to a life in virtue."

"for the sake of the argument i have to disagree, but i can see that this plane sure make an impact on the mind. So, let just say that i'm not there yet."

he looks down on ambriel

"Not there yet, you say, sister dearest? How about a pact... i will let you go for now, and when your carnal desires make you seek a mate, you will summon me to relieve these urges. It has been quite too long since i had the pleasure of someone like myself. My latest partner.... she wasn't built for a male like myself..."

"poor soul, what did happen to her ? For your proposition, i should say that our respective... Hum, families don't have the same view on pact, nor the way to honor them. What would be the alternative ? "__

"The same as these lowly mortals"he brandishes his blade "Tho i would prefer a voluntary communion for once."

"as for a pact... there is not much to say about it. The simpler the better. I will fit you with a piece of jewelry that will do nothing to you. It's effect will simply alert me when you ask for me to sate your desires. You have my word."

"if i wasn't already here, my family would think bad of me for enticing that pact. Besides the alternative is clearly in your favor. So, yes, i'll take your jewelry."

he conjures the piece, a choker in the form of a black satin ribbon, in its center a sophisticated chain of gold with a gemstone pendant on its end

"When your desire has blossomed and you wish to partake in carnal desires you can summon me with this. But be warned! If you dare take me as your knight and call me to fight your battles, you will be my trophy. Permanently. I do not take kindly to those who would trick me, as you won't as well."

"i won't intend to use you to fight my battles, but i hope that you jewelry could sense the difference between seeking a mate, and beeing ****/****. After your summon, i'll intend to give that jewelry back to you. That pact would be just for once."

"If you do not wish to keep it afterwards... As for my last mate, she stole from me and when I offered to bargain in my generosity she dared attack me. Her body is currently incubating my spawn, her mind..." he grabs his rather sizable cock from under his loincloth, rubbing it suggestively ".. it didn't last. She was feisty one, but her cockiness was her undoing."

Ambriel doesn't feel very well accepting a pact with a demon, she hopes he won't use loopholes in the pact to gain better advantage of her. He seems he wouldn't mind keeping her as trophy

The choker is a magical indestructible jewelry. If ambriel is aroused it glows and she can summon the pit lord. To take it off tgw current pact conditions have to be fulfilled and she needs to

otherwise she keeps it on and the pact is renewed with last conditions

"I'm Ambriel by the way, what should i call you?"

"I am called by many names, but shall know it to be Naamah."

"well Naamah, i'll get on my way. I don't know if or when we'll meet again."

"We will, i am sure."

a bit further in the forest Ambriel finds a cloak lost or forgotten in between the trees. its simple and was once white, but with rain and weather it has become a dull grey. it is warm though

"well, at least it will hide a little my wings"

Ambriel will now look for food abd shelter

ambriel finds a good place under a wide bush to shelter her for the night. it is thick from the outside and with a little digging she can even have a small fire going. her food is simple, berries, buts and some roots she dug up, but thankfully nothing magical between them, and the roasted goods are tasty.

Ambriel is glad that a day passed without being ****. Sure she made a pact, but other than that, it was a simple day.

the night goes by without a hitch