Bet it all on a roll of the dice.

You can't really struggle against a bolt of lightning, and trying something simple against a total unknown could end up with some fatal complications. Trying to plan anything using the presence's initiative, an ambush or a surprise attack could easily turn against me.

So, I decided, to be creative. To alloy ignorance with intelligence and mix stupidity with boldness.

So I sat naked at a table, in my full demonic regalia, with my slaves working in tandem with tongue and tit. I affected the most arrogant stance I could and painted on a cocky smile. I waited for the presence, my heart beating with the realization of how stupid my plan was.

But, well, it was too late for anything better.

The door opened and a beautiful woman walked in, her hair was true-red and her eyes the color of amber. I let out a laugh and spread my arms wide. "Welcome, fair lady! I trust the road treated you well?"

She flinched a little at my booming voice and she seemed a little flat-footed; as if she expected subtlety and subterfuge, but had no experience with audacity. It was enough to make me laugh, and so I did. I threw my head backwards, utterly dismissing her as a threat.

"You bastard!" Someone screamed and ran in, rushing past the black-clad woman. I saw both of their hands raise, one warningly and the other with a knife. I blinked, amazed, and tipped my cock forward. I released my load as 'Ma', the woman from the farmhouse, lunged at me and hosed her in the face.

She was so blinded by rage and grief I doubt she ever saw the threat. She stumbled as the black spunk covered her, slowing as the effect took hold. The knife dropped from her hand and she stopped only a few feet from me. I curled my hand towards her and ordered her to come closer, menacing her with my claws before the redhead could properly react.

I took less than two seconds. A heartbeat of surprise.

"Why, aren't you generous!" I practically purred, running a talon along the mother's jugular. "Tribute. I suppose you want to join me?"

A stricken fury crossed her face, and she reached under her cloak for a weapon. I revised my plans, realizing in a moment of insight that this woman wouldn't hesitate to kill me even if it meant endangering this fool Ma. My mind turned and turned, taking each disparate piece and examining it and throwing it together in the hopes of finding a solution. "But I don't need this piece of trash. You need not return it; I simply forgot to throw it away."

"Coward!" She ground out, one eye glowing with a scarlet flame. I heard her knuckles crack on the hilt of her sword. I spoke almost without thinking, petting Nadia's head as she took the full length of my cock in mouth. This woman was fully capable of cold calculus; weighing lives for the sake of justice or duty or some-such.

But the cold calculus only worked when she ran cold.

"Pig-bitch, Kali," I ordered, lifting a hand to point at the redhead. "Kill her."

Kali pulled her lips from my balls and sprung into action, while Ma scooped up her knife and ran at the redhead. If looks could kill I would have died in that moment, instead her sword flashed and shattered the kitchen knife. She ducked under Ma's clumsy punch and took off Kali's head with a single slash.

She shoved Ma to the ground, her face the very image of fury, and turned to face me. "Useless whore. Pig-bitch, kill yourself, you're embarrassing both of us."

The redhead wheeled, pulling the shattered knife from Ma's hands an instant before it was too late. Once again she turned to face me, one eye staring daggers and the other a bonfire of hate.

Then a word of power broke the silence.

The redhead flew into the air, spinning twice in a spray of blood as she was struck with a hammer of unseen ****. I jumped up from my seat, primed for another shot, as she landed heavily on the ground. Her sword spun off to the side and she tried to leapt to her feet; she nearly made it too, but a second hammer of **** sent her crashing back to the floor. I grabbed her by the hair, and shoved my cock past her slack lips. Her dazed eyes nearly came to focus, and for a moment I felt a foreboding pressure around my cock; a vise of teeth to disarm me.

But then I came, and her weakened mind and battered body ceased their struggle, leaving only a few bloody marks.

I looked up with a vicious smile at the ace in my sleeve.

Kali's headless body still stood; the witch, the necromancer, who'd reached beyond **** to serve me.

It was actually pretty simple, one might say elegant in it. Our magic, our life energies, were deeply connected after repeatedly mingling and mixing, being given and taken in turn. That gave her a tether to life, or so I hoped, that a necromance could use to bind a soul to a dead body.

"Kali'shara." I said to her smiling head, off in the corner. "You've more than made up for your betrayal."