Rebirth

When Mathias awoke his mind was suddenly wracked with sensations and feeling. He felt sore, exhausted and weak. He didn't know where he was or what happened. All he remembered was the goblins... And something about a book?

Slowly his mind cleared and he began to recollect. First he remembered the book, and the spells within. Then he recalled trying one out. And after a moment his mind gave up the next memory. "The incubus..." He thought. Instantly his memory returned and all the events that brought him here resurfaced in a flurry. He remembered seeing the gorgeous being on the floor... in his circle... restrained. "Why did I let him out?" Mathias pondered. As he though his mind wandered back to the mental image of the incubus's body. Mathias felt a shiver course through him. He remembered now. He had made an impulsive decision. He wanted to experience what the demon was offering and didn't give himself a chance to back out. Thinking back on it now he knew it was stupid and reckless. He could have been killed, or worse. But Mathias didn't regret his choice, it had felt amazing.

A voice pulled him from his thoughts, "Nice to see you're finally awake." The voice was like water flowing over smooth stones. It startled Mathias, normally he was more observant and aware of his surroundings. Speaking of, where was he? He raised his head and looked around. He was in the main bed chamber of the goblin cave. However things were different. It smelled better, actually it smelled great. And there was more light now. "I got bored and decided to do some cleaning while you were out. The cave had such potential in the right hands." The voice said again. Mathias remembered that voice, it belonged to Mazar. He turned his head slowly in the direction of the voice. He saw Mazar sitting in a chair across the room from the bed he was on. Mazar was still nude, matter of fact so was Mathias. The chill was gone thanks to a small fire burning in a pit in the center of the room. Smoke wafting up and out of a hole in the cave ceiling. Mathias sat up in the bed and spoke. "How long have I been...." He trailed off as his throat felt sore and dry. Mazar moved for a stone cup filled with water and handed it to the mage. "You've been asleep for little over one of your human days." He said as he walked over to Mathias. "But that was to be expected, the venom is unforgiving and you had a bigger dose then most." Mathias drank deeply, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat, coating it. He could almost feel the dry skin begin to loosen as he drank.

He finished the cup of water and handed it back. Mazar took it and walked back over to his chair. "Where are my clothes?" Mathias asked, feeling a little shy about his lack of dress. At least the damp chill was gone. "They are in the other room." Mazar replied, "I took the liberty of washing them in the water fall for you. They had all manner of grime and.... other stains on them. "'He cracked a small smile at the last part. "Thank you," Mathias said, he wasn't expecting such generosity from a demon and he was beginning to wonder if there was a catch. "Why are you doing this?" He asked. Mazar smiled and replied, "Can't a demon just do a good deed without there being some alternative motive?" Mathias looked uneasy, afraid he insulted the powerful being. "No, I guess not," he chuckled, "Jokes aside, I want you Mathias. I want you to serve me for the rest of eternity, to aid me in my task of collecting souls for Venus. It gets a little lonely from time to time. And it's nice to have a companion. I can offer you life everlasting, power you could never hope to achieve and adventure. In return, I only ask for servitude and submission from you." Mathias looked uneasy at the proposal, "I don't need an answer right now. Feel free to ponder as long as you like."

Mathias had no family, they were all killed by goblins when he was just a boy. He was taken in by a convent of priestesses for one of the lesser gods. There he was raised. And when he showed some promise with magic a mage from the college was dispatched to test him. Mathias tested well and was instructed to go to the college once he was of eighteen marks so he could get training as a mage.

Mathias thought about the offer. He liked the idea of power and longevity, but he wasn't so sure about the servitude. "What happens to me if I refuse? Or is this one of those, only one outcome, kind of choices?" He asked. Mazar smiled warmly and chuckled. "No, no, no, nothing like that. Though you are wise to be suspicious, it's an admirable trait. If you refuse you will be free to leave. Of course, I'll be taking the book with me. But you will be able to return to your old life unscathed and you'll never see me again." No tricks, no curses or omens, nothing." "Why are you giving me a choice? Mathias asked. "I knew there was something about you, Mazar answered "You're smart for your age." He grinned wider. "I find my companions to be more enjoyable when they are willing. Resistance and apathy are only fun for so long, and after you break their will they are all depressed and feeble. They loose that spark of hope in their eyes and the flame of rebellion. But a willing servant never grows dull. They are always fun to be around, to talk with... to play with." He said the last part with a slight raise of his eye brow and a coy tone. Mathias felt his cheeks redden and he became acutely aware of his nakedness. Mazar savored his embarrassment. Mathias was in the bed sitting up, with a blanket covering his legs, groin and waist. But he still felt nude and ****.

"Does that answer your question? Mazar asked. "Yes," replied mathias, "I think.... I'd like to take your offer." He spoke slow and carefully, hesitant at the words. Though the choice was obvious. He had no ties to the college. No serious friends, family or relationships. And who was he kidding, he was a decent mage but he would never be as powerful as the arch mages that ran the college. He didn't have the aptitude for the other magic branches. He only had the talent for conjuration.

Mazar's grin grew wider and predatory "Marvelous." he said, the word coming out like a hiss. He stood up and clapped his hands together. Mathias couldn't help but see his cock fall into view when he stood. "Do you have any final questions before we begin?" "Yes," Mathias answered. Throwing off the rough, wool blanket and positioning himself on the edge of the bed with his feet on the ground. He kept his gaze on the ground still very aware of his nudity, but feeling foolish to continue to stay covered up in Mazar's presence. "What kind of powers would I be granted, and what is going to happen to me?" "Astute as always dear Mathias." Mazar said with a laugh. Mathias felt a shiver of excitement race up his spine as the incubus said his name, his arousal stirring slightly. "You will be reborn as my consort, magically bound to my life **** for eternity. You will be granted all of my abilities, though weaker compared to my own. You will also be allowed to become an incubus if you so desired one day. Venus is a busy goddess and can't be expected to do all the work, now can she? She granted us the ability to produce more succubi and incubi for her. Though the demons we can create are far less powerful than any she makes. But they serve her cause well enough." Mathias nodded along absorbing all the information.

Mathias pondered carefully everything Mazar told him. And after a minute or so said."Ok, Ive made my decision." Mathias scooted back onto the bed and pulled his legs under himself to kneel, resting on his heels. He bowed his head and rested his hands on the tops of his thighs. His cock and testicles where in plain view of his soon to be master as his thighs gently **** them out from between his legs. "I want to serve you Mazar, son of Venus, as your consort for eternity." Mathias said. He winced a little once he finished. He expected there to be light, heat, pain or something, But there wasn't. He didn't feel any different either. "Did I do it correctly?" He asked, looking up at Mazar slightly puzzled. "Oh yes Mathias. That was easily the best pledge of servitude I've ever received." Mazar began to walk forward, the dangerous, predator look on his face growing more pronounce. "So is that it then? Am I bound to you?" Mathias asked. "That was just the pledge," Mazar started to say as he finally crossed the room to stand along the edge of the bed. "Now we have to consummate your oath."