Read your Contracts 03

"Sure, mistress already has me practicing on the hobbler horse." A memory flashed by of the rocking contraption, the leather straps holding her in place, and the ever increasing sizes of its swappable dildos. "I can already take a four by twenty in this pussy, and that's already bigger than most of the cocks in existence!" Satilli beamed with pride, though that achievement had required two gallons of lube and three hours of working up the line of dildos until she was stretched enough to accept the last.

"My training in that area was mostly presided by Mel..." Memi shuddered. "I once woke up with all thirty-six inches jammed up my ass and a cum-soaked pair of socks gagging me."

"She does speak fondly of her time with you."

"She would, she spent a great deal of her time inside my ass or my throat."

Satilli shrugged. "Well, yeah. You never know what some humans are going to want to stick in you, so it's important to learn how to take things really deep without getting hurt. I mean, mister man's cock is pretty average sized, but what if he ordered you to fuck a -----?"

"I would obviously do it with a smile on my face. Or a look of agony, if I thought that's what would get him off better at the time." Memi sighed, sliding down to a seat against the wall; Satilli took a pert seat in her lap without asking permission and the elder devil actually encircled the girl's waist in her arms, resting her head on Satilli's shoulder from behind. "Despite my master's massive and varied collection of exotic pornography, he really has pretty vanilla tastes for real sex. He doesn't even fuck my butt or anything. Is it odd that I miss getting butt-fucked most every day?"

"You should think about who you're talking to, sister." Satilli giggled, "I know I wouldn't like to go too long without anal, but there's no way now that I have one that I'd pass up an opportunity for vaginal. Though I still haven't had a real cock in there yet; mistress says I should try to get a good price on my female virginity since I'll only ever have one to sell."

"Obviously, I'm not the best person to judge that value." Memi said.

They talked shop until the classroom emptied and Memi jumped up to hang off her master's neck, going off with him to his next class with the hope of being allowed to sit with him. On good behavior, he'd said, Satilli caught it as the two walked away.

She curled her fingers in a coy goodbye and slithered into the classroom where the professor was yet talking with one of the female students. The student apparently felt one of her assignments had been graded incorrectly and the long-suffering professor had to wait for the tirade to die down before he could present his reasoning. Exciting stuff... Satilli yawned and took a seat very near the front, catching the man's eye and wavering to the beat of an unheard melody while she waited.

Professor Tanner, Richard, Rich, Dick, put up a hand to stop his student for a second and addressed Satilli, "Miss, it looks like I'll be a while." He glanced meaningfully at the young woman who had now dug in her heels and crossed her arms. "Why not go wait in my office? First floor in the faculty building, room seventeen, if you would."

It might have been hotter to seduce him right then and there, but the next class was already filtering in and Satilli hadn't done any of the ground work necessary to induce an orgy. So she skipped out, across the way again, and found the door in question unlocked.

Anthropology, hah! The man's office decor was littered with artifacts, mostly obvious fakes, gathered over a lifetime pursuit of knowledge which Satilli could attain and surpass by talking to one of her older relatives. Though, they would undoubtedly have gaps in knowledge owing to a basic disinterest in the affairs of hairless apes with sharp sticks, only slightly more interesting than right beforehand when they hadn't yet mastered both holding something and walking at the same time. Ooh, cave paintings~ So what? Satilli could probably find the neolithic guy who painted them wherever he was suffering in the pit and find out that he'd actually just been doodling, if he could stop screaming for a minute, that was.

Satilli picked up and observed what she'd heard described as a "fertility idol". In actuality, an insulting "gift" from a jilted lover. She had heard of humans jacking off to weirder-looking things, so the whole fertility idol thing wasn't that far off the mark, but that opened up a whole other can of worms regarding particularly attractive driftwood and, yes, cave paintings. A little-spoken fact among demons and devils was the primordial attraction to fill in the blank that had resulted in the vast variety of daemons, devils, and demons along with all sorts of monsters.

Ah, neat, the man had on his desk a dog-eared copy of a paperback with great granny Lillith on the cover, the Mesopotamian, bird-footed version. Demonology, the culmination of humanity's mild contact with the profane, and a study filled with half-truths gained at great expense to incipient magi.

Satilli crossed the rug on the way to get a closer look at the book, didn't quite notice the whoomp as the circle in the weave cut the universe into two parts, that inside and that without, and she banged her nose on hard air.

As she was rubbing her face, the professor entered, locking the door behind him. "Ha! Walked right into the first trap, vampire!" he cried. Then he retrieved a crucifix from a desk drawer and extended it toward her in a trembling hand.

It did nothing, since Satilli wasn't technically anywhere near him in a thaumatological sense, but she cowered from the symbol nevertheless, allowing her glamour to fade, her single black horn poking through her bangs and her poff-tipped tail tucked between her legs. "Damn you, Adamite! You think a rank amateur's magic circle can forever quell the inferno's wrath!" she growled, repeating the tirade as one of many such scripts. It was embarrassing enough to be caught so easily by such a half-assed circle, but this man wouldn't have his way of it.

Dick leered at her, taking in the details, and eventually set the crucifix with his things. "Not a vampire, then? I bet decapitation will still kill you as well." His eyes briefly acknowledged the longsword hanging along with so many other knicknacks on the wall as if it wasn't a tool of death. "Tell me you business here and you may die quickly!"

"Hardly an ultimatum, old man!" Satilli unfurled her tail to wag behind her and knelt with her feet bent, halfway between a supplicative and a predatory posture. And she smiled, flashing her fangs. "But I'll take it! If you must know, I came here for entertainment, and I had decided on you as my prey. When did you figure it out?"

He was fidgeting, was this his first actual time contacting the supernatural? Satilli chose not to believe this, as the man's circle had indeed trapped her and some actual magi had trouble with them. "My glasses are treated in such a way that I can see auras." Stupid human, revealing an important fact just like that; or smart, lying to shake her off the trail. "What sort of thing are you? And what exactly were you trying to do with my student!?"

"With Harry?" Satilli figured this wasn't that big of a secret, so she'd give it up for free. "He's a family friend... sort of thing. Only conversation. As for what I am, can't you tell, demonologist?"

"Demons do exist." he said apparently to nobody, "I knew about vampires, at least I think I know about vampires. Do vampires exist?"

She considered this. "Ten dollars."

"What?"

"I'm a demon, after all. You can't expect much for free, and we're coming up to the edge of what I can just say."

"Don't you want my soul?" he said.

Satilli giggled. "Ever read Faust? Your whole soul all in one go, he says! Of course not, that's the sort of payment for a servant the rest of your life. Just for confirmation of a fact like that, ten bucks."

She watched with great interest as her pulled a bill from his wallet, heart racing as his hand approached the circle. But he must have realized the problem, pulling back at the last instant and saving Satilli the trouble of being required by culture to kill him then and there for the indignity of being trapped. And she really couldn't hold back her laughter, rolling back and forth across the rug such as was possible in the constrained space, clutching her belly.

Dick rather carefully placed the tenner at the edge of the circle so that it wouldn't break the field and loose Satilli on him. "We'll just say you can have this once we've reached an agreement." he said.

"Agreed. And yes, vampires are real."

"And?"

"And what? All you asked was for me to confirm they exist. If you want more, you'll have to pay for more."

Two more tens joined the pile. "Tell me everything you can about them for twenty dollars."

Satilli considered the offer. Hell didn't really have the blood-suckers as an ally, but any occult knowledge should carry a hefty price. "Okay, boy. What you think you know about garlic and crucifixes is likely correct. Also, this magic circle wouldn't have trapped one of them." She sat pretty, having earned her twenty dollars.

"I see... so what are you, aside from a demon?"

"Ten bucks." Heh, this was fun~

His wallet might as well have dispensed moths. "That's all I had in cash. I'll promise to get it from the ATM after we're done or else this is going to get comical quickly."

"Sure, sure. Or, I could have you perform some favor for me that's worth what you ask by the end?"

"How stupid do you think I am?"

"How long do you have?" The poff at the end of her tail bobbed from one corner of her vision to the other as her butt wiggled whimsically. "I'll keep a tab, then. Welch and I'll take my pound of flesh one way or another." She held out her hand to be shook and he nearly crossed the circle yet again before pulling it away as if he'd been shocked. "Ha! Hahahaha~ Again! I almost got you again!"

"Start the tab! What are you!?"

Satilli calmed herself, wiping away tears of hilarity. "I did tell you already, that you were my chosen prey this day. I'm a succubus. All I had to do was ask for the tweed-wearing professor that obviously would be sexually repressed and ripe to pluck a young woman in his private office! And now, I would take that fuck as payment itself for your safety once I'm released from this prison."

"You want what?" He slouched, sliding down into his chair. "Aren't succubi supposed to appear in dreams?"

"Another ten to your tab?"

He waved assent.

"It's one way of doing things. You find an inroad to some guy's bedroom, weave an illusion on the other side of his eyelids, and then play out the sex in his dreams and hang out with your lips around his cock to collect the nocturnal emission." Satilli yawned, the practice was somewhat easier for the inexperienced since you didn't need consent to give someone a dirty dream they might have had on their own, but not nearly as satisfying. "Doesn't pay as well, either, so you pretty much only get that from jobbers."

"Pay well?"

"Ten more?"

He shook his head. "So you're a sex demon... any chance I could just exorcise you instead?"

Satilli shrugged. "It would be a blow to my reputation which would require me to work against you, first. Second, it's luck that your ward is working half this well as an amateur, so how sure are you that you could send me? And third, how about I lower the price to just giving you one of those wet dreams?" She slowly mimed stroking a cock leading up to her soft lips, wetted with a long, forked tongue. "I'm sure a man like you must have some student you fantasize while you're jacking off, maybe that bitch who was with you before? How much would you like bending over that self-important shrew and making her cry out with pleasure as you plow her cunt into the shape of your cock? Or maybe you fancied my cousin, and I can tell you right now the only place you'll ever have her is in your dreams."

Dick held his head in his hands, saying to nobody, "Harry is caught up in this too..."

"Hey! Isn't there someone you wanna fuck? I can make it happen. Say yes and I promise I won't make you wet the bed with cum every night for the rest of your life! And I won't make it pleasant, either! You know what they fap to these days? Tentacles, werewolves with those big, knotty cocks, maybe getting dissected by grey-headed aliens? Oh, the horrors you'll cum to over and over until it warps your mind in the real world! And don't you worry about getting bored, I'll find ways to keep it fresh every night!" Ooh, she was getting into it, the image of the demon cajoling their target until they broke down and just accepted the easy way out. She ended it with a smile, dragging her fingers across her tight, young body, giving the man all the pert, pale flesh he could lay his eyes on, without quite giving up the goods of course. "So," she said, "What will it be? One pleasant dream of your choice, or hundreds of my choice?" Freeform, she thought, nice threat!

While she patted herself on the back for her impromptu act, he'd been deep in thought. She thought to jumpstart him a few minutes in, but stewing in his hormones, such as the old man still had any, was acceptable and required nothing from her except a knowing smile. Ebb and flow, mistress said; you come on fast and push them off balance, then pull back when they meet your force, dragging them into the tide.

"You won't eat my soul, then, or kill me?" he said without removing his head from his hands.

If it was in the course of settling a deal, she might as well give up some information. "Only the little bit that you always give off when you cum either way, the homunculus I think you guys call it. I mean, we can take nibbles off the top of your souls, if that's the deal, but taking all of it in one go isn't in our best interest, so it's more like scooping the cream off the top. In semen, nutritionally, it's more like... wheat germ, I guess."

"And you could give me a dream about anyone?"

"Sure, sure," she said, bouncing on her heels, "Anyone~ Celebrities, students, people who don't exist, ------- if you're into that. Me, if you like what you see, but you could also have that in just plain real life."

Dick sighed. "Fine, when do we start?"

"We already have." Satilli strode out of the circle in his dream and pushed him back in his office chair, cuddling up like a contented kitten in his lap, purring as she rubbed her vibrant, red hair below his chin.

He didn't throw her off, couldn't want to if he wanted to, that's not how dreaming worked. With her control, she made damn sure he knew how futile it would be to struggle by having his hand flip up her skirt and squeeze her bouncy tush. The man was conscious, she'd made sure of that by keeping the two of them in that very room instead of whisking his dream self to the furthest romantic corner of the universe, and her real body also stood over him, watching with glee while his eyes flickered wildly below heavy lids.

Her dreamed self kissed his neck, wiggling around and pressing her little breasts against his chest. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I'll give you some control in just a minute, since I'm a demon of my word... Tell me, who is your sexual desire today?" She subtly changed until the dark-haired shrewish girl from his class was the one cuddling up against him, said in the girl's voice, "Don't you want to put me in my place, professor? Give me some extra credit?"

"No," he was allowed to say.

Her form shimmered again and she was the plump woman from the dean's closet, straddling Dick with her voluptuous breasts cradling his cheeks. "How about me? The dean has his way with me all the time, so why not cuck him just a little."

Dick looked confused and said, "That is the dean... and no."

Satilli returned to her own form in the dream, still hung around the man's neck. "Well that solves that mystery, though now I wonder who put her in that closet in the first place. Oh well, just tell me already who you want to sleep with."

"My wife."

"Ooh~" Satilli cracked a devilish smile, "So the old lady won't do something you like? Doesn't like sucking cock, or is it anal? I'm great at either one, and I don't mind tooting your horn."

"Can you do it or not?"

The insult might have gotten him on a more prideful demon's shit list, but Satilli knew she was pushing his buttons from the start. "Go ahead and picture her in your mind."

Richard closed his eyes and Satilli plucked the image from his thoughts, swaddling herself in the form of his woman.

She wasn't quite as old as him, but still on the verge of showing crow's feet. Creamy skin, dark, drooping eyes, and chestnut hair put in a thick braid that fell almost to her tush. The woman likely hadn't looked so heavenly in reality, but Richard's love shone through in his mental image, flaws present but accentuated for having belonged to her in the first place. Not as tight or as voluptuous as a man's dream had every right to be, but it came out as adorable in the way his mind shaped her beauty.

Louise, the name thrummed in his breast. Tinged with sadness, Satilli knew why exactly he had chosen this dream in particular and her background malice washed away with a tide of pity.

He'd imagined her in a very long ribbed sweater and pajama bottoms in clashing green and orange, comfy and flattering to her modest breasts, but hardly the sexiest thing even a human could imagine given anything they wanted...

Satilli leaned in and spoke with the deep voice he remembered. "Rich? You can open your eyes now."

"What..." he nearly fell out of his chair in shock, shaking for any idea of what to do next. "It's really you, down to the dimples..."

Louise cupped his cheek and pressed her forehead to his, somehow in his mind a more intimate gesture than a deep kiss. "I see you're doing well for yourself. I'm glad; it worried me to see you in that chair every day. For a while, I thought you were the one wasting away instead."

"I was," he said, "I... didn't think I deserved to go on without you."

She playfully slapped him. "Don't say stupid things like that. Come on, you are a man, aren't you? It's one thing to be sad, but you didn't have to do it where I could see you." It was disquieting; Satilli didn't see how this would comfort him, but his racing heart did slow with the mild scolding. "Well, you must be getting enough to eat nowadays, to get so chubby~" She poked his belly behind the tweed.

"That's what I get for eating out all the time... never could learn how to cook for myself. I tried to follow your recipes, but I just don't have the kind of hands that you do... that you did."

Suddenly, the scene shifted and Louise was in their kitchen with him. He didn't notice the change, you almost never did in dreams. "What I'm hearing is that you want mommy to make you something special. Am I right?"

Her hands blurred; so long as she wasn't observed directly, all that needed to be known was that her hands were moving and food was being made. Rich didn't know the process well enough to fill the dream with detail, and from the way his vision was fixed on her it was clear why he couldn't have known.

"Tell me about your life," she said, "You were still working on getting your master's when all that happened, so how did it go?"

"I didn't complete it that year."

"No, I'm sure you were too busy moping to do any real studying." This was how he remembered his wife speaking to him? Well... so long as he was still smiling. "But you did go back and get it, and did that dig in Nepal that you were always talking about. Find anything nice?"

"Old buildings, pottery, but nothing ground-breaking."

They both laughed, ground-breaking, he'd said! Like with shovels, and for some reason that counted as a joke between them.