THE WITCH’S OFFERING 6

That didn’t go exactly as planned.

Paress began offering fealty to Xaal as soon as the younger demoness noticed her approach. It caught Xaal so off guard that she forgot to demand a favor in exchange for rescue and dispatched the huge creature. Since no bargain was struck, Xaal thought Paress would maybe give her a ‘thank you’ fuck and wander off. Instead, the succubus honored her oath of fealty, but it quickly turned into something more. Paress became hopelessly infatuated with Xaal, following her around and tending to her every need, real or imagined.

Every succubus develops a fetish. After Xaal saved the Paress from a gruesome end in a demon’s stomach, Paress’s fetish became Xaal.

If she told the succubus to go choke on Satan’s cock the woman would fight the armies of Hell trying. Maybe that’s going a little far, but pretty much anything short of ordering her to kill herself was fair game for the young demoness. Unfortunately, Paress was very in Xaal’s face about her servitude, constantly asking or even demanding ways to service her mistress. While flattered at first, Paress became so annoying after a few decades that Xaal finally sent her away and told her not to return. Since then, the demoness stayed on the very edge of Xaal’s life. Far enough away to not bother her mistress but close enough that Xaal knew she was there.

“I can honestly say she would be a better pick than even me to look after your human,” said Kylak. “As an added incentive, you can let her have some fun while she’s on Earth. If Lethe lets her, that is.”

“I’m sure Paress would appreciate that. What do you think of making her my third for the fight?”

“Only as a sacrifice against Gelk. The girl can hold her own but otherwise has no significant combat skills.”

“What if I let her blow Ren before we fuck? No, I may need that power. Belgrun’s connection to violence and sex makes him frustratingly strong. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was also getting some help from the plane of Wrath.”

“You could ask Lethe. She seems to have a vested interest in your victory.”

“No. No, I can’t ask Lethe for anything else.”

Kylak’s head popped up. “I heard that.”

“Heard what?” asked Xaal, while refusing to meet the demoness’s eyes.

“You owe her two favors already, don’t you?” she said, her tone accusing. “How can you expect to be the ruler of Lust while on the verge of being owned by a human? I, of anyone, shouldn’t need to explain the consequences of owing too many favors.”

“And look at where it’s gotten you? Worshipping your favorite ass while making plans to become the second most powerful demon in Lust.” Xaal sighed. “Without Lethe’s help, I never would have found the human making this possible. She’s also agreed to watch over him so he can be at my disposal afterward. Assuming he agrees,” she said, annoyed at the lack of certainty.

“I really can’t wait to fuck this human of yours and see what has you so invested in him. Assuming you’ll let me.”

“That’s also assuming he keeps this strange power once he fucks me.”

“About that, how are you going to fuck him just before the fight? He can’t cum once he gets to the plains of Abbadon, and my safehouse portals all come back to the keep. Do you really need to do it here in hell?”

“I’m calling in a favor someone owes me. This particular person loves my ass just as much as you and can create a bubble that dampens Hell’s influence.”

“I can’t blame him one bit. Maybe he and I could comp…? Wait… Xaal, did you make a deal with an Angel?”

“I may have. But he owes me the favor.”

“Impressive. How did that happen?”

“He asked for the chance to fuck my ass whenever he’s in the area.”

“And if you’re in his little heavenly bubble, then you actually get to cum. Such a sacrifice,” said Kylak, rolling her eyes.

“The feathered fuckers need to be good for something.”

“Xaal.”

Kylak tilted her head. “You’re being summoned?”

Xaal nodded, “It’s weak enough I could ignore it, but it’s a female, and that gives me an idea. Let me see if she fits what I have planned first.”

“And what do you have planned?”

“A good, old demon possession.”

——

“Sophie! Get the fuck down here and eat or you can fucking starve!” her mother yelled from downstairs.

Sophia’s groan was echoed by her growling stomach. Her mother had been a complete bitch to her the past few months, and quite honestly, Sophie just wanted to end it all. Her mother’s boyfriend, John, decided Mom’s wrinkly old pussy wasn’t enough for him and snuck into her room one night after getting Mom passed out drunk. Not that it was difficult, Sophie couldn’t believe her mother’s liver still functioned.

As John went to the bathroom to clean up afterward, Sophie immediately dialed the police. Her mother awoke from her drunken stupor to her boyfriend getting hauled off in cuffs screaming it was consensual and that Sophie came on to him.

Sophie’s short ride in a police car and subsequent examination at the hospital called him a liar. A freshly torn hymen was hard to argue with.

Since then, her life had somehow gotten worse. Her mother blamed her for her boyfriend’s incarceration, and once the news got out, Sophie became the school pariah. Overweight, nerdy, quiet, fascinated with the occult, and with almost no friends to speak of, she was already an outcast, but even the few friends she had turned their back on her.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t relate to what you went through,” said her supposed best friend before walking away. That was the last day Sophie went to school, and she planned on never returning.

To make matters worse, the news of this happening while her mother was passed out drunk also leaked out. Her mother’s boss quickly fired her for fear of her association hurting his business, and now nobody who knew the story would hire her. Mom blamed her for that too. The state-appointed therapist kept telling Sophie things would get better. Her mother and friends would come around and see her as the victim she was. Sophie just needed to be strong. For nothing else than to see Mom’s boyfriend brought to justice.

Fuck it all. She wanted out. Out of this shitty life and out of this mortal coil. She didn’t want to fight or be strong. She wanted to die and let it all be someone else’s problem. The world already told her she wouldn’t be missed.

There was just one last thing she wanted to do before checking out. The girls at school, especially the sluttier ones, talked fondly about sex and the wonderful feeling of their boyfriend’s cocks filling them or of making passionate love for hours. Sophie wanted that. She wanted to know that sex could be good, even if it was only one time before she died.

Experiencing otherworldly pleasures followed by a quick and painless death seemed like the perfect job for an incubus.

Sophie wasn’t so surprised that a succubus appeared in her meticulously laid circle as much as she was surprised anything appeared at all.

Wide-eyed, she held the book of spells tightly to her chest as she stared at the woman standing inside the summoning circle. If it weren’t for her appearing from a puff of flame, Sophie would have thought she summoned a business executive.

“Hello, young one,” said the woman.

“Are… Are you real? Not just my head playing tricks on me.”

“Do away with your circle and you can feel just how real I am.”

“But you were supposed to be a guy.”

The woman looked at her inquisitively, “You were expecting an incubus?”

Sophie nodded slowly. Even though she wasn’t into girls, she could still feel her body reacting to the succubus’s presence.

“You understand laying with an incubus will be the last thing you do on this earth?”

Sophie’s face hardened. “That’s what I’m hoping for. My life is fucked. My friends walked away from me. My mother hates me. Every girl I know has been sleeping with their boyfriends for the past two years. I turned eighteen earlier this year. I’ve had sex once. It was unpleasant, I didn’t even want to, and it’s the main reason my life is fucked. After everything I’ve heard, I wanted to know what it was supposed to be like before telling the world to go fuck itself. You’re very beautiful, Miss Xaal, but I want a man.”

“What if I can do better than just a man with a talented cock and fingers? What if I offer you a way out of this miserable existence and add a little bit of meaning to your life working for me?”

Sophie stared at the woman, “You’re offering me a job?”

Xaal nodded, “Heaven gets pissy when one of my kind wanders around on earth for too long unsupervised. But within a vessel, we can slip under their radar. Right now, I have someone who needs protection for the next few days and an available succubus. You would be her vessel. If everything goes well during this test run, I will keep you on retainer for future assignments, which comes with a variety of perks. If it doesn’t, then I will personally hook you up with an incubus, so in the end, you’re out nothing. But being a succubus’s vessel comes with a long list of benefits you may want to consider. We take very good care of our humans.”

“I have so many questions,” said Sophie.

“Sophia! You worthless whore! Get the fuck down here and eat!”

Xaal raised an eyebrow in the direction of her door.

“Sure. Fuck it. Anything is better than this shithole of a house in this shithole of a town,” she said through clenched teeth. A moment later, Sophie gasped as Xaal walked through the barrier surrounding the succubus and cupped her face.

“But the circle…” she whimpered.

“Not nearly strong enough to contain a demon of my caliber. Now I need to cast a spell, so hold still.”

Fear kept Sophie rooted in place as the succubus murmured an incantation over her. To the girl’s horror, bugs began coming out of the woodwork and formed a pile on the floor next to her. She heard a patter of things hitting the screen over her open window. An assortment of flies and other insects tore a hole in the corner of the screen and swarmed through, joining the pile. The pile turned into a column and grew until it was her height.

“Look away, young one,” said the demoness.

Sophie took her advice, closing her eyes tightly as Xaal began the last part of the incantation. A wet crunching noise came from the pile grew louder as the skittering of the bugs faded away. A few seconds later, the noise stopped altogether, and Xaal let go of her face. Sophie took a shuddering breath as she looked to the side and saw herself standing there naked. The shock wore off quickly, and the girl grimaced as she looked at her body.

“Ugh, I’m hideous.”

“Hardly,” said the demon. “I want to fuck you.”

Sophie’s breath caught at the demon’s admission before she giggled. “You don’t count. You’re a succubus. You’ll fuck anything.”

The demoness shrugged, “Fair point.”

“Miss Xaal? Why don’t you just use this as your vessel?” she asked as the other Sophie’s chest rose and fell with its breath.

“A vessel needs to be truly alive, and this is just a meat puppet. It’s an almost exact copy of you that breathes and bleeds but has no brain function. In a few minutes, it will collapse and die. The doctors will label it stress-induced cardiac arrest. You have a few seconds to dress it in whatever you want your body to be found in.”

“Sophie! You fucking cunt! I made this for you! Now get down here and fucking eat it!”

Sophie’s lip curled as she glared at the door. Turning to Xaal, she asked, “You said this meat puppet doesn’t have a brain, that means it can’t feel anything?”

The demon nodded.

Walking over to her doppelganger Sophie grabbed it by the head and squeezed, digging her fingers in as hard as she could. Tears ran down her face as she let out the hurt, hate, and rage building inside her since that asshole took her virginity. With one hand, she slammed the meat puppet’s temple down on the post of her bed’s footboard. The doppelganger crumpled to the floor, where a little bit of blood began running out of its nose.

“Have fun explaining that to the cops, Mommy,” she spat at her bedroom door before turning to Xaal. “I’m ready.”

——

Xaal groaned inwardly at Paress’s look of adoration as the succubus winged through the open door of her throne room and landed just inside. As she stepped onto the throne’s dais, Paress furled her wings and dropped to her knees.

“I appear to have kicked up some dust which has dirtied your feet, Mistress. Allow me to clean it for you,” said the demoness before bending down and lovingly running her serpentine tongue over the tops of Xaal’s toes.

Xaal lifted her foot so Paress could access its sole. “Continue, but listen. I have an assignment for you. A man back on earth requires protection until my upcoming duel. Since that is a few earth days away, I’ve secured a new vessel for you to inhabit while you watch over him. Come out, Sophia.”

Paress’s tongue never stopped winding between Xaal’s toes though she frowned at the sight of the keep’s former owner escorting out a hefty young human girl. “Mistress, she looks very breakable.”

“She certainly is not the standard fit and athletic type,” Xaal replied. “The man you will be watching is under the protection of a local witch, so we don’t need to worry about him while he’s in her domain, but outside he is as fragile as any other human attending college. We don’t want a stunningly beautiful vessel that will draw all kinds of attention on campus. Sophia’s body and personality type may not be ideal for a vessel, but she will be perfect for this kind of surveillance. I’d prefer you to watch from afar for any agents Belgrun might send after him as well as any Angels. Those feathery bastards are always sticking their noses in Hell’s business.”

“I’ve been explaining the rest of her job as well as some of its benefits and drawbacks while we waited for you to arrive,” said Kylak. “As with other vessels, you are to deliver her to one of Xaal’s safehouses before returning to hell.”

“I know that, whore,” said Paress.

Xaal shoved her foot into Paress’s mouth. The younger succubus gagged as the foot she was attending to pushed through her lips, filling her mouth and making her gag slightly, but her tongue never stopped moving. “Kylak is about to be the second most powerful demon on the plane of Lust,” Xaal growled. “Show her some respect.”

Paress’s eyes popped open at the declaration.

“Yes, this upcoming fight is to be the ruler of Lust. I can’t let Belgrun win and let Lust become an annex of Wrath. Your assignment is a part of that.”

The younger demoness slowly backed off of the foot in her mouth and looked hesitantly between Xaal and Kylak. “This isn’t some sort of joke, is it? Mistress, you don’t need to tell me stories to bring me back.”

“No tales. This is happening in the next few days,” said Kylak. The succubus turned to Sophia, “Are you ready for this? Paress’s presence will change you permanently. What happened with your mother’s boyfriend will never happen again. Not because some man won’t force himself on you, but because you will love every second if they do. You will also forever crave sex far beyond your teenage hormone-driven dreams once you willingly accept the presence of a succubus inside you.”

“But you said I don’t need to worry about pregnancy or diseases?”

“Correct. Once Paress enters you, you will lose the ability to have children and will be immune from every disease or cancer known to humans. Your body will slowly change to its ‘ideal’ form though our mistress may wish to make a few changes, giving you a bit more ass since yours is a little flat and a little less in the chest,” said Kylay while reaching up to fondle the human’s breast. These must kill your back.

—

Sophia bit back a moan. After the initial shock of actually going to hell wore off, Kylak took her to a room behind Xaal’s throne and explained that more powerful demons maintained safehouses on Earth, and one of these would become her new home. The safehouses sounded like lavish mansions with pools, tennis courts, personal gyms, and movie theaters. They also came with an assortment of male and female retainers who tended to the succubus’s every need, both mundane and sexual. Once done with her assignment, she would be living there awaiting the next time Xaal called upon her.

The girl could barely believe her ears as the demoness said at any time she could have a servant to get on their knees and lick her pussy or bend over in front of one of the men and tell them to fuck her Even if she did it in the middle of the hallway no one would bat an eye and a few may offer to help.

Of course, there were rules. The powers of the succubi she hosted could push her body well beyond its limits, so she needed to get and keep in shape or risk severe damage. Though there was general consent given among the safehouse’s attendants for most kinds of vanilla sex, she needed explicit consent if she was into anything risky or involving more pain than a good spanking. Considering her sexual experience up to that point, Sophie was in the process of re-evaluating many of her fantasies. It’s easy to dream about excitingly deviant sex with someone and quite another to be faced with men, and even women, who could and would make that fantasy a reality.

She also couldn’t fall in love. Any signs of a deepening relationship with one of the succubi’s retainers would lead to the servant being transferred or dismissed and disciplinary action for her from the head butler or even Xaal herself. She was there to be a succubi’s vessel first and foremost. Distractions from that duty would not be tolerated.

The last thing Kylak explained was that there was a very real chance of her dying, which was part of why succubi offered such a lavish lifestyle. Possession was hard on the human body, and at most, she might get two decades of service in before retiring to a life of luxury and sex. Something in the demoness’s tone made Sophia think it wouldn’t be near as fun as it sounded.

Besides that, there was a chance she might die on an assignment. Demons had many enemies. Angels and human demon hunters were always a risk, but the biggest danger came from the constant power struggle and infighting among the demons. Kylak grumbled that if Hell ever got its shit together, they could easily overrun Heaven. But Lord Shai’tan welcomed the chaos, and Lucifer was too interested in actually saving souls, so that was extraordinarily unlikely.

Despite Kylak’s direct and informative mannerisms, Sophie was insanely horny from the succubus’s presence. She was curious about sex with other women but not really interested enough to pursue that curiosity. Right now, she’d give anything for one of these three succubi to bury their head in her crotch and make her cum. She was honestly shocked she didn’t orgasm when Kylak began fondling her breast through her shirt. Sophie felt like she just needed a tiny little bit more stimulation and she would cum hard enough to soak her pants. She never played with her breasts when she masturbated. She hated the flabby, ugly milk sacs on her chest. Sophie had no clue her nipples could make her feel like this. They sure as hell never felt this good before.

Ignoring the three women standing around her, Sophie’s hand crept toward her crotch, slipping beneath her pants and panties to give her that little extra push.

She whined as Xaal reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Not here, young one. This is the plane of Lust, not satisfaction. Hell won’t let you climax. However, once Paress is inside you, we can send you back through the safehouse portal where you can cum all you want. Be patient.”

Sophie’s mind barely registered the words as she focused purely on finding a way to cum. “Yes! Anything! Just let me cum!” she pleaded.

Paress got to her feet and stood in front of Sophie. The succubus leaned in and kissed her, but as soon as their lips touched, the demoness’s body turned to smoke and flowed around her. Sophie gasped, breathing in some of the succubus’s cloud. The cloud held her jaw open as it flowed in through her mouth and nostrils. When her lungs could not hold any more, the demon cloud began filling her stomach as tendrils slipped into her pants and panties to slip inside her sex and ass.