Reflection and a Request

You headed toward your office with mixed feelings. You had delighted in your delicious sexual torment of Lexi, but this new threat loomed large in your head. Someone was attempting to cause problems for you, but you were short on ideas. Who exactly would want to target you directly? Right now, you didn’t really have many enemies beyond Derek, but he was not even a blip on your radar anymore. He could have Stephanie for all you cared.

You had five gorgeous women who loved you. Your heart was no longer burdened by Stephanie’s shadow. You’d always care about her, but it was not the same anymore. The years you spent with her no longer felt like a waste given you could potentially live for hundreds or thousands of years. A decade was a drop in a bucket by comparison. You also had not had any contact with either of them in almost a year. It wouldn’t make sense.

So, if it wasn’t them, then you were out of ideas. Maybe this Ms. Crowe was just a new agent looking to make a name for herself, and your irregularity is her being a dog chasing a car. If that was the case, you didn’t doubt you could resolve the matter on your own.

One thing was certain, you needed to make sure you discussed the situation with everyone after work. Best to get the team together and get their input. There was no way you were going to fly solo again, just to get another week of imposed chastity.

“Speaking of which…” You mused under your breath.

Your hand gripped the brass door knob to your office. It seemed that every time another person submitted to your mark, the scope of your magic increased. Now, even through the thick oak door, you could sense a level of desire that excited you. It wasn’t just one person either, but a pair of someones.

You tried to open the doorknob, but found it locked. Funny, you didn’t remember locking it when you left.

“Cerena? Kiri? Are you in there?” You heard a scuffling in your office like you had surprised someone, but there was no answer. You opted to pull out your key and open the door.

Inside your office, you found Cerena and Kiri seated on the couch. You were confused for a moment because they appeared to just be seated normally. It didn’t make sense given the level of desire you sensed. You eyed the pair suspiciously, but both women seemed nonchalant.

“Are you all okay?” You asked, trying to get a gauge on what was going on.

“Yeah. Just waiting for you.” Cerena replied.

Kiri nodded in agreement.

No. Something was up. You weren’t sure if you should pry or not, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Kiri.” You stated in a calm but firm voice.

“Yes, husband?” She said, trying to sound composed. You could see the cracks in that facade.

“Are you two up to something?” You said, coursing magic through the master/subordinate bond.

Cerena gave a quick glance to Kiri. It was subtle, but you managed to see it. Kiri didn't answer right away. A bead of sweat appeared on her brow. It almost seemed like she was **** to say it out loud. You were amused and curious, so you sauntered your way up to the mantis girl. Doing your best impression of a suave playboy, you kissed Kiri on her soft lips, causing her to tremble.

“Out with it.” You softly urged, the magic of your bond intensifying. The overwhelming power of the magic made resistance near impossible. Still, watching her struggle admittedly made you excited too.

“Cerena wants to become marked like Ms. Lexi and me. She wants me to help her convince you. We were planning on seducing you.”

The ridiculousness of the statement made you lose composure for a moment to laugh. Who in the right mind would want to trick you into enslaving them?

“What the fuck, Kiri?!” Cerena belted out.

“It’s not her fault.” You cooed sweetly, recovering your calm facade while brushing your fingers against Kiri’s face. She closed her eyes, dreamily enjoying the attention.

“She can’t lie to me. That’s part of becoming a devil’s subordinate. Just holding it in was probably painful enough, and conversely, telling me the truth felt good…didn’t it, love bug?”

You continued to touch and praise Kiri for her honesty, and you felt her desire and lust building. She slowly opened her eyes to gaze into yours with a look of utter devotion. Her red eyes had turned a vibrant purple, and she regarded you with a tenderness she rarely displayed.

“I love you, husband.” She whispered just for you, the magic overwhelming her typical stoicism.

You couldn’t help but reward her honest behavior and planted one more passionate kiss on her lips before righting yourself and looking at Cerena.

“What you're asking for is something you shouldn’t take lightly. You have to understand that forming that sort of bond with me means you are essentially my ****. You can’t lie to me or harm me. Disobeying me is physically and mentally painful. I can understand your thoughts, I can make you feel things with just words, and I can control your body and mind. Submitting in that way means your independence becomes only what I grant you. There does not appear to be any way to remove it barring my own ****. It’s not a joke.”

You wanted to be as honest with Cerena as possible. You were not entirely sure if you even liked having this level of control. It was something that your modern human brain had been taught to reject and be repulsed by. Holding so much power over a loved one shifted the dynamic of the relationship. The only reason Lexi or Kiri maintained their typical personalities was because you wanted it that way. With all the changes that you had gone through in such a short period of time, you weren’t sure if that human side of you would remain forever. You remembered a phrase you had learned back in school talking about absolute power corrupting even good people absolutely. You weren’t so naive to think you’d be a miraculous exception.

Cerena was impulsive. It was not a criticism but an observation. You didn’t want her to rashly make a decision that would affect her for life. She heard what you said, but you could see the stubborn resolve on her face.

“If it’s so bad, then why did you do it to Lexi and Kiri?” She inquired.

You let out a sigh. She wasn’t going to let this go.

“Lexi tried to gain control over me originally, but my demonic power overrode hers, and she wound up my subordinate instead. She told me that it was common for devils because they…we…prefer to follow whoever is strongest. She also knew what it meant. Actually, she understands it way more than I do. Kiri…well…” You trailed off, trying to be more delicate in front of the mantis.

“I did not leave him an alternative. I was violent and had injured him. He had **** but to make me submit. I freely admit I was at fault. Not that the outcome hasn’t been positive. No need to feel bad about the truth, husband. I am pleased to belong to you.” It was Kiri to the rescue this time.

She wasn’t wrong either. The truth was that there was a part of her that scared you in that moment. Claiming her with magic had been almost a reflexive response to the danger of the situation. Knowing that she wouldn’t and couldn’t tear you to shreds and eat you after sex allowed you to be more at ease. It was selfish, and you were a bit ashamed of what you had done. It was nice to hear that Kiri understood and was okay with what had happened. You really needed to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with her later.

“It sounds like they got rewarded for acting out to me, and you didn’t mark me in the elevator even though I threatened you.” Cerena persisted.

“You threatened to fuck me, and I didn’t even know I was a devil then. I didn’t know I could do that. Why are you so obsessed with the idea anyway?” You stated in exasperation. You just could not wrap your head around someone begging to be enslaved with magic.

Cerena hung her head down, staring into her own lap while wringing her hands with anxiety.

“It just feels like it's a more special relationship. I don’t want to be left behind.” She said almost teary eyed.

Your heart melted seeing the normally boisterous hellhound acting so meek.

“Our relationship is special, Cerena. I’m not leaving anyone behind.” You responded.

“I just want to feel like I matter as much as the other women in this relationship. When I see them getting more attention, more love, more of you, it hurts. It makes me feel like I’m just... less. And I know that’s not how you see me, but actions speak louder than words. Plus I…”

Cerena looked like she wanted to add more, but hesitated.

“You what? It’s fine to speak your mind, Cerena.” You said, encouraging her.

“I am a hellhound. In my mind, you are already the dominant one in our little pack. I need you to take charge more in our relationship. I love when you’re confident and decisive, and I want to feel that energy from you more often. I don’t want you to be afraid to take the lead, speak your mind, or go after what you want with me. It makes me feel wanted, and I’m craving that intensity between us. The master/servant play we do is amazing. It feeds that need for me in the moment, but I want to feel that feeling more. The way Kiri described how it feels makes me so jealous. You’re capable of being so domineering with her and Lexi, but I feel like you hold back with me.”

Cerena was spilling her heart out in a torrent of emotions. You were having an internal struggle. The human in you abhorred the idea, but you could feel the devil inside becoming aroused by the submissive request. How were you supposed to deny her desires when you were the patron devil of the emotion?

“There is no reason to be reserved, pet.” Morgana’s voice echoed in your thoughts. “It’s not your place to decide for her what she wants. How is denying her will now any different from forcing her into something with magic? She is not under your control right now. There’s no magical forces at work. This is a woman who is pouring herself out to you, and you are trying to **** your own beliefs on her by hesitating. This is what she wants.”

“But what if she regrets it later? We’re talking about eternal servitude.” You resisted.

“I have seen your prior incarnation have relationships spanning centuries. Time did not change the relationships for the worst. Are you planning on treating her badly, forcing her against her will to do unspeakable acts?”

“No. I just…what if I change? What if I stop being this way and one day hurt her?”

“That’s the same risk we all run in relationships, isn’t it?” Morgana countered.

“But she can’t just walk away from this if it doesn’t work out.” You pointed out to the slime goddess.

“That’s what you have all of us for. We’ll keep you grounded.” She responded.

“I can’t do it.” You said flatly.

“Why not?” Morgana demanded.

“Because I’m currently being punished. I have to fuck her to bind her, and I have six more days left.”

Morgana was quiet for a moment. You were sure you must’ve looked crazy to Kiri and Cerena just standing there silent, awaiting the goddess’ response.

“Fine. I’ve been keeping tabs on you today, and you appear to have been a good boy and suffered appropriately. Since it is for a good cause, I’ll be merciful. Your punishment is lifted…for now. Tame her well, pet.”

You looked at Cerena who stared at you imploring you for your decision. You spread your purple essence of lust throughout the room. The veil of desire was so thick it permeated the people within the room to their cores. Lust and depravity welled up within you as the demonic power you held crept up your spine like liquid fire. You felt it as your illusions failed and your horns and eyes exposed themselves to Cerena and Kiri. You saw

“If this is what you want, my little ember, then I will give it to you.”