Good Intentions

Nicole's Note: This story is from an implied-afab girl's point of view and contains fantasy nc (with heavy brainwashing), mind control, corruption, femdom, loving degradation, and everything else listed in the rosa-blanca.ru. Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!

Also, my returning readers might have noticed my absence! The last two years were hard on me, but I should be back for good now. Thanks for bearing with us. <3

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Nearly a half-century ago, the Kingdom of the Gods fell into a ruin born of its own decadence as seductive demons claimed the minds and souls of the Royal Family. As the demons began their war of lusty conquest, one knightly order sought to turn the tide by an unconventional path...

Lady Majrista hesitated on the first step. But only the first step.

She didn't look back, either, as the door closed behind her and blocked out the sunlight above, nor did she slow her pace. Her eyes adjusted quickly as she descended the stairs, thanks to the strange glowing designs and runes running across the cellar walls. She didn't even react to the scents in the air, the scents of mildew and moss, maple syrup, herbs, and the slightest whiff of brimstone.

The knight did wrinkle her nose slightly when she noticed a bit of wetness on the railing, and she almost paused.

She reached towards it. Was that... blood?

She shook her head and pressed on, and her face was neutral once more by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs. She couldn't afford to show even a trace of weakness to the being she was arranged to meet with tonight.

"Ah! There you are." A woman stood there, in the middle of the cellar, her posture as gracefully relaxed as if she was drifting around a formal ball looking for conversation. Glowing designs seemed to crawl around the floor around her, slithering and swirling around the central location as if pulled into a roiling whirlpool. She smiled brightly, color flooding her dimpled cheeks and excitement rushing to those brilliant blue eyes. Ringed by candles as she was--candles that never burned down, never went out on their own, never flared or dimmed--she was positively glowing, her moonstone-laden necklace glittering, her flowing white dress shining like moonlight. "A servant of the honorable Duke Yoric, I presume?"

"... well." Majrista's jaw set. She hesitated, giving the creature a wary... appraisal.

She'd been warned of the creature's beauty, but... gods. Even with her magic contained by the strange wards of this place, even in a relatively humanoid form--aside from that flicking mischievous tail, those glimmering amber eyes, those... proportions that couldn't possibly belong to any unmagicked mortal--the sweet fiend's gorgeous visage nearly stole Majrista's breath away on the spot.

The demoness watched her fumble, still with that small, unwavering smile.

Majrista took a deep breath. "Well. Not exactly. I--"

"Ah! My mistake, my dear." The sweet fiend's voice cut past Majrista's with such cool confidence, it barely came off as an interruption. She pouted slightly, her luscious red lips drawing Majrista's eye, so full, so bright against the cool crystal undertones of her sandy-brown complexion. "I only thought, as you wear the same brand as those that came down here before..." She gestured slightly to Majrista's wrist.

Majrista didn't look. She knew the demon referred to the tattoo. She took another breath, and held it, quickly mentally running through the lessons she'd sat through all those years ago. She hadn't spent long learning adeptry, granted, but she knew she was a quick study. She could do a lot with the smattering she'd been taught. Don't lie to her, and she won't lie to you. Just don't offer any weaknesses she can exploit. "The Duke has been dead for several months now. Rendered void by a succubus." She tried to ignore the insincerely sympathetic look the demoness immediately affected. "I am Lady Majrista of Yoric. I serve the Duke's daughter, Lady--Duchess Eve Yoric."

"I see!" The demoness giggled. "How charming! I hope the dear girl is adjusting well to leadership. She's, what, twenty-one?"

"Um... twenty-two." Majrista swallowed. How did she know...?

"Oh, I'm being rude, aren't I?" the demoness said sweetly, flicking an errant lock of deep chestnut-brown hair from her eyes with one dainty delicate finger. She smiled and gave a smart little curtsey--though not quite as low as Majrista thought was appropriate, considering her position at the knights' complete mercy. "My name is Edulcixiantia, but you may call me Luci~" Her lashes fluttered. "It's so lovely to meet you, Rista--may I call you Rista?"

Rista flushed. "I--

"It's just such a pretty name! Soft and yet so upbeat and cheerful!" Luci beamed, steepling her fingers together and leaning towards Majrista, just to the edge of the candles. "So, to what do I owe the honor of meeting the leader of the Knights of Yoric, sweetie?"

Majrista decided to ignore the nickname, as well as how Luci's voice sounded so dainty and fluttering when she lavished compliments upon it. She also didn't bother to correct Luci--Eve was officially their leader, but such technicalities didn't seem necessarily to bring up here, especially as they would only make Majrista look weak by comparison. "I am... I am here to question you, Luci." It sounded so unimpressive when she said it with the demon's cute little nickname, she thought irritably. "We have never caught a demoness alive before, let alone one of your... magnitude."

"Aww, my magnitude!" Luci preened and giggled and batted her eyelashes. "You've never caught even one? Not even a silly imp, or a slutty little devourer?"

Majrista felt embarrassed, so she just shrugged. "Not... not until now, anyways. That's not the point."

"Well, technically, sweetie..." Luci smirked, twirling a lock of her hair idly around a finger, "I only ask because you still haven't caught one. After all, it wasn't your knights that bound me in this quaint little cellar, was it?"

Majrista swallowed. "Well... that's not exactly..."

"Those silly mothboys." Luci's eyes sparkled. "So cute with all their spells and charms. Shouldn't you be questioning them instead, Rista?"

"We don't need their help." Majrista bit her lip as she heard the defensiveness in her own voice. She cleared her throat. "The moth sprites do not... concern you or I. Our kingdom has never relied upon such primitive magics."

"Of course not!" Luci agreed, nodding eagerly. Majrista tried to ignore how those breasts, so tightly contained in that gorgeous white dress, bounced with every little motion she made. She focused instead on Luci's eyes, such a bright, clear blue. "It's so much more dignified to come down here and beg a cute demon for advice, isn't it?"

"I..." Majrista hesitated, shifting uneasily. "I-I mean, we aren't... we are not begging." She made her voice resolute and glared, staring the demoness right in the eye. "We are demanding, and you will cease this... this banter. Unless you do not wish to open a two-way contract?"

The demon's eyebrow arched sightly. Her eyes shimmered, reflecting the flickering candlelights and Majrista's own form--which looked so small, reflected as it was, surrounded by those circles of burning amber light. "Ooh. You know some summoning principles, don't you, Rista?"

Majrista gave a terse nod. Inwardly, she felt a little sense of satisfaction that the demoness seemed... impressed. The Knights of Yoric believed in holding as many skillsets as possible for use in the field, and Lady Majrista had always taken this to heart. Her training was... not exactly formal, or comprehensive, but Majrista felt she was pretty damn good for her level. And there seemed no reason to volunteer anything else to Luci.

"Very good." Luci leaned back and arched her back in a long, back-cracking stretch. Majrista couldn't help but admire the demon's prodigious assets, so... casually placed on display before her. Her gaze snapped back to eye level as Luci straightened. Not that the sweet fiend could try anything even if she stared openly, of course. "So I'm sure you'll know, of course, that any true two-way contract requires careful attention to details."

"Of course." Lady Majrista sniffed, trying to keep her expression deeply unimpressed. But that was obvious, anyways.

"And to each other." Luci's fingernails tapped over her glittering necklace. She had a little half-smile on her face. The moonstones seemed to glow in the candlelight, and resting so playfully between her bounteous cleavage, it was hard not to stare. "It's ever-so-important to pay close attention, isn't it, Rista?"

"I am paying attention." Majrista rolled her eyes. The demon was talking down to her, and that galled her. "You know, if all you're going to tell me is the obvious--"

"Of course you are," Luci said immediately, her hand darting back to her pretty firelit face and brushing a lovely lock away from those glimmering topaz eyes. Her voice was silky, smooth, soothing. Her eyes sparkled with sincerity. "I would never suggest otherwise, sweetie. I'm only making sure we're both fully familiar with the rules of contracts."

Majrista gave a cautious nod.

Luci smirked slightly. "Anyways, if you truly know them by heart, Rista..." Majrista nodded firmly. "... then why don't we begin discussing this deal you wish to make with me?"

Majrista's heart began to race. This was it. The demoness was open to terms.

She cleared her throat. She was suddenly a bit at a loss for what to do next. A part of her hadn't even been sure if she'd make it this far. "Right. Yes. Well..." She bit her lip, her eyes trained on those pretty red eyes. Pay attention. That much she knew. There was no telling what the demoness would try to pull here.

"You want information," Luci offered, her voice gentle, her eyes swirling with pure innocent helpfulness.

"R-Right," Lady Majrista stammered, nodding quickly. "I want... we want information. Secrets." She drew herself upright proudly. "We seek information on how your kind can be bound and harnessed to our wills, creature."

"Oh, 'Luci', please!"

"Luci." The knight's jaw set. Her eyes briefly darted up towards the stairs, then she took a furtive step closer. "I want to know how you were bound in this... this place."

Luci giggled, bouncing slightly. "Aww, is that it, Rista, precious?" She batted her eyelashes, glowing amber-orange eyes flickering over the knight like a blood moon behind windswept clouds. "Such a wise and smart thing to search for. You seek to know what those cute moths used to trap me."

"That's right." The knight swallowed. Luci's eyes seemed so massive, so all-consuming, all-encompassing. Her own eyes darted down, briefly worried that she'd moved closer to the circle than she'd realized--but no, she still seemed about a pace away.

"They employ most devious techniques, those moths," Luci said slyly, leaning in with a conspiratorial glint in her gaze, "don't they?"

"Mm."

Luci's eyes seemed to swirl slightly. "Such a... pity what became of them, mm?"

The knight bit back the impulse to ask, even as she remembered the blood on the railing. "They are... not relevant. We don't need them." Her nerves roiled slightly nonetheless. She hadn't been present when the knights had found this place. She didn't know what they'd found remaining of the previous owners.

And she was pretty sure she didn't want to know what role her order might have played in it.

"Oh, certainly not!" Luci beamed, and Rista felt a little relieved. The demoness swayed slightly, eyes swirling with crimson and pink light. "I can tell you're much cleverer than my previous wardens. Isn't that right, Rista?"

Rista shivered. Those last three words were delivered with such... confidence. Such sultry, purred certainty. And yet she couldn't help feeling a strange glow of pride. "Y-Yes, I..."

"You want information," Luci murmured, swaying slowly from side to side, her eyes never leaving Rista's. "Don't you, Rista, dear? I can give you..." The eyes spiraled, ripped, spun Rista deeper and deeper in... "... everything you need to lead your knights, your lady, your kingdom."

"Yes." Rista was trembling with nervous excitement. She'd... she'd always planned that, but to hear Luci describe it in such intoxicating detail... It took her a long moment to notice what was wrong with that sentence. "I-I mean, um, I... I only act as my lady commands, but..."

"Oh, come now." Luci's plump, luscious lips curved slightly upward. Rista's eyes were drawn to those lips as a long, elegant finger went to them in a positively seductive pout. "She'll need someone to guide her, won't she?"

"I..."

"Someone intelligent." Luci's lips savored the words like delectable sweetmeats, her voice achingly sensuous, dripping with desire, as if the words themselves brought Luci indescribable ecstasy. "Someone capable. Someone... commanding." Several forked tongues darted out as she licked her lips.

Rista licked her own lips without thinking. She was breathing heavily. "Y... Yes." She blushed hot as she said it. But it was true, and it was a bad idea to lie, wasn't it? Eve was... brave, and noble, and kind, and sweet. But naive. Rista had always known Eve would need guidance. Care. command. Hadn't Rista gotten them this far?

"Good," Luci said happily. "I'm so glad you're willing to be honest. I just despise false modesty, don't you?" Her voice trickled on into Rista's ears, silky and coy. "You're so good at this, aren't you? Clearly quite experienced."

"Uh-huh," Rista mumbled, her cheeks burning brighter. She was, wasn't she? Well, she'd never actually... done this before, but, well, she might as well have, right? She'd read about it. Studied it. Why shouldn't she be a natural?

She stared at Luci's lips, half-parted, so plump and enticing. Then Luci's hands moved, almost guiding Rista's eyes back to Luci's, and a soft sigh escaped her as those pretty eyes welcomed her back into their swirling embrace. She took a step closer as the demoness beckoned.

"That's right," Luci purred, seeming very, very pleased for some reason. "You're perfect. Such a good girl."

A shiver ran through Rista at that phrase. Oh, that felt so good to hear. But... but wait, it almost sounded... almost...

"Ah?" She blinked blearily. Come to think of it, she felt a little... off. Everything about this felt off. Her mind felt melty. Fuzzy. Swirly and sparkly.

"N-No," she mumbled, swallowing, "no, I... I..."

Rista tried to focus her thoughts. But as the demoness beckoned, she found herself taking another step closer regardless--and as she felt Luci's delicate fingertip under her chin, her eyes widened, and her whole world swam with swirling colors of every imaginable hue.

"Oh," Luci said sweetly, "I only meant you're soooo good at negotiating, Rista, sweetie. Don't you think so?"

The finger delicately stroked. Rista whimpered and felt herself nodding slightly--she wasn't quite sure if she was nodding deliberately or if Luci's finger was nodding her head for her, but Luci's praise felt so good pouring into her head, trickling and pooling and drowning everything else like slow-spilling honey...

One eyebrow arched above a spiraling ocean of lights. "What was that, dear?"

"Y-Yes," Rista whimpered, continuing to nod even as she longed to cover her burning cheeks from the demoness's smug gaze. She squirmed at Luci's sly smile.

"I'm going to show you so much," Luci purred. Her finger guided Rista forward, and Rista found herself taking another step closer. "You'll extract every last sweet secret from my lips, won't you, Rista?"

"Uh-huh..." Rista flinched as she felt a finger playing over her own suddenly very sensitive lips. But she didn't pull away. Not yet.

The demoness seemed to be getting quite familiar with her. Something about that felt dangerous, but... well, this was surely normal, wasn't it? She was in complete control. She didn't need help. She just needed... to pay attention...

The eyes swirled with glimmering lights. "Oh, yes, sweetie. You'll draw it aaall out of me." One finger scritched lightly under Rista's chin as Luci's other hand caressed her cheek affectionately. "You'll make me show you the way to glory. Power. Triumph. I'll be yours to command, and I'll give you so much."

"Oh, yes," Rista breathed, her eyes wide. Her whole head swam with delectable promises, and Luci's voice oozed around her like sweet, intoxicating syrup. She couldn't seem to pick any cogent thoughts from the swirling whirlpools that were her mind--none but how unbelievably hot Luci was making all of this sound, how unbelievably hot it suddenly felt, physically, in the cellar. She felt herself swaying in time with the demoness as Luci swayed from side to side in slow, serpentine motions. "Yes, that's... that's exactly..."

"That's it?" Luci teased, the finger trailing along the corner of Rista's parted lips. "That's what you want, sweet girl?"

"What I want," Rista whimpered. Her mind felt so... soft. Gooey. Picking out individual thoughts was like searching for shellfish in the wet sand with nothing but her bare hands. She stared hopelessly into Luci's beautiful whirlpool eyes, struggling to find the words. The words for how... desperately she wanted all of that.

"Aww, I know, Rista," Luci cooed, pouting sympathetically. "Closer, now, dear. Doesn't it sound so... very... sweet?"

"Sweet," Rista panted, her head bobbing mindlessly as she stumbled closer still. Suddenly her mind was not like sand, but like sweet gooey candy, oozing honey pouring around every little thought until there was nothing left but hopeless desire.

Desire to have Luci give her... everything.

She squirmed helplessly and delight at the thought. The vision of herself, wreathed in the flames of Hell's own magics, leading the Knights of Yoric to glory, commanding her lady to retake the kingdom. And Luci looking on, so very impressed, so willing to serve her, to obey her every little whim, to kneel before her superior and give Rista... whatever Rista wanted from her.

Oh, how achingly sweet that sounded to her.

"That's right, my adorable Mistress," Luci purred, and Rista was so overtaken at hearing that word, trembling with pleasure, that she didn't even register the second-to-last one, didn't even think to object as Luci's finger slid past Rista's quivering lips and Rista began to mindlessly, blissfully suck.

Purest pleasure sparkled in her head at the sensation, so heavenly, so sinfully wonderful, feeling that slender finger sliding right past her soft, parted, sensitive lips. Her eyelashes fluttered, and a breathless whine escaped her.

In and out. In and out. So delectably sweet, her lips so very wonderfully sensitive. "Thaaat's right, now," Luci cooed. "You're soooo good at that!"

Rista glowed and moaned at the praise, and sucked a little more eagerly, hoping for more. Of course she was good at that, a sweet sensible voice whispered in her mind. It was like she was born for this. She would make such a good Mistress.

"Do you like that, Mistress?" the demoness cooed, smirking at something. "Does that feel good?"

"Mm-hmmm," Rista moaned, squirming and bobbing her head eagerly on the finger. Luci felt so good to listen to. Looked so pretty. Tasted so sweet.

It did taste sweet... didn't it?

"Goooood girl. Soooo sweet~"