A pleasant morning

Erik woke up the following day, feeling invigorated. He went to the mansion's bathroom and looked at himself in his mirror.

He thought there was already a small difference from his usual looks. His facial features were slightly more angular and masculine, and maybe even his muscles were a bit more defined, but that was all that the difference he could see.

Still, it was something, and with time he would improve more and more.

He had breakfast, and then went to the demon's chamber, thinking about what to do with her.

He found her already awake, bound to her bed like usual. "Hello, my pet."

The demon sighed. "Do you have to call me like that?"

"I could call you slut, if you prefer." Erik mocked her.

"Whatever. What do you want?" she asked.

"I haven't decided yet. I feel like gloating a bit, so let's see how efficient this geas is, shall we? Irina, tell me you liked being facefucked by me."

"I liked being facefucked by you." she said, then she giggled. "Well, it's not like I didn't like it anyway." she admitted.

"Really? You liked that?" asked Erik, surprised.

"Hey, I'm a demon, does it surprise you that I enjoy rough sex? All my sisters do, many of them even more than me." she explained. "Of course, I prefer being the one on top, but being **** a little is still hot."

"Wow, you are more of a slut than I thought." he said, laughing. "All right then, tell me that you are my slut."

The demon sighed. "Your power fantasy is really annoying, you know? Fine: I am your slut. Happy?"

"Not yet. I want you to admit to me that you are my ****."

The demon looked at him defiantly: she still had her pride, and she didn't want to lose it.