MAKING A DEAL WITH A SHE-DEVIL by Throne

MAKING A DEAL WITH A SHE-DEVIL by Throne

John had thought it all out very carefully.  He spent a year on research just to learn how to summon a demon and do it safely.  Then took twice that long to study how to deal with one and make a bargain without being cheated or tricked.  Now he had set up the ritual.  The pentagram was drawn on the floor, candles lit around the room, and various items like a bowl of salt, brass bell, and dead bird placed at the proper locations.  He raised a smoking censer, from which issued the fumes of a specific incense, and moved it slowly from side to side.  As he did that, he intoned words that had to be spoken exactly the right way.

"Omni.  Patros.  Argus."

From behind him came the soft clapping of hands.  A female voice said, "Nice job.  I'm here already.  You honestly didn't have to go to all that effort.  That incense doesn't have exactly the correct ingredients, so I could take your soul right now.  And did you really keep that bird in the freezer while you were getting the rest of your act together?  Jeez."

He turned slowly, afraid of what he might see.  Instead of a fierce demon, naked, with bloody fangs and blazing eyes, there was an incredibly sexy woman.  She wore a clinging red dress that showed off an hourglass figure.  On her shapely legs were fishnet stockings and her small feet were encased in shiny, black stiletto heels.

The summoner gaped at her and stepped back three paces.  "You... you're supposed to be inside the pentagram."

"And you're supposed to stay out of it.  But you just put your foot inside the outline.  You also smudged one of the chalk marks, which is another boo-boo.  But I'm not one of those ravening demons who wants to escape and rip you to shreds.  That's too old-school for me.  And you're not a wacky wizard type.  More like a businessman relaxing on the weekend, in his shirtsleeves and stylish slacks.  In your early 20s.  Full head of hair.  Not bad looking.  So, let's introduce ourselves and then get down to business."

"I..."  He stared at her.  She was stunning.  She had black hair, cut in severe bangs above her dark flashing eyes, a thin nose, prominent cheekbones, and ripe lips that either had been covered with crimson lipstick or were naturally that coler.  There was a faint scent of brimstone about her.  "I'm John Lawton."

"Hello, John.  I'm Mercy.  No last name.  Or at least not one you could pronounce.  I'd speak it for you, but I don't think you'd like what that made happen.  Sorry about dismissing your preparations.  I mean, that hocus-pocus does work, but it's not required.  Still, I do appreciate the effort you put into it."

"Thank you," he said uncertainly.  OMG, she was stunning.  The dress had a plunging neckline that showed off plenty of creamy cleavage.

"You're welcome.  Now, were you interested in selling your soul entirely, or just making a limited bargain?"

"Can I do that?"

"Sure.  Tell me what you want, and I'll figure out the cost."  She shrugged, making her attractive breasts rise and fall invitingly.

"I wasn't exactly prepared for that option."

"No problem.  I can give you a package deal, along with any extras you want included.  How about money, good fortune, and excellent health?  Those are the top three we offer."

"That would be... good."

Mercy gave him a sly look.  "And what else do you want written in, John?  Don't be shy."

"I'd like..."  He couldn't stop ogling her.  But he was at least getting accustomed to his success in summoning a supernatural being and the fact that she was ready and willing to make a pact with him, although pact might be too formal a word, considering how casual she was about it all.  He needed a few moments to rethink matters.  To gain time he asked, "What are you, exactly?"

"A she-devil, which is basically a female demon.  But not of the monster class.  And I'm part succubus on my mother's side.  If you think I'm hot, you should meet my Aunt Seducer.  Hotter than a branding iron, even at her age, which is considerable.  Anyway, what add-ons do you want in your contract?"

"I want a satisfying sex life.  To be potent and virile.  And with my normal sexual tastes.  No turning me gay or making me into some kind of fetishist."

"Sounds reasonable.  I've programmed some nice combo deals with all those specifics.  Anything else you'd like to slip in on me?"  She leered at him and winked.

"No.  I know it's safer to keep it simple."

"Fine."  She closed her eyes and concentrated, then held out her empty hand.  There was a flash and a puff of odorous smoke, and when it cleared, she was holding an official looking document.

"Wait," he said, "I'm not sure I was finished.

"Not to worry.  I'm very flexible.  In the business sense and the Kama Sutra sense, too."

"All right.  Okay."  He held up one hand, palm toward her.  "I know.  I don't want the sex to end."

"I can throw that in for free."  She ran one fingertip across the paper (it wasn't even parchment) and he saw another line of type appear.

"But, if I agree, if I sign, what will it cost me?"

"Because you picked a package, with limited extras, and none of them complicated or fancy, I can give you a great price.  Right now, your soul is slated to go to the other place.  Pardon me if I don't say the word.  You know... up there."  She pointed toward the ceiling.  "All you'll be agreeing to -- if you put your name on the dotted line -- is that, should you slip into a life of sin, you agree to let us take you to our realm, without putting up any sort of legal fight."

"So, I can still go to... upwards... unless I do something bad."

"It would have to be more than just naughty.  I mean, like turning into a real sex freak.  But your tastes appear to be fairly vanilla.  And the power to attract woman that I'd give you would mean that you'd never be coercing any female into bed.  So, you basically just have to be careful not to screw up while you're screwing."

"What's in it for you?"

"Well, I like to gamble.  And this is an interesting situation.  The odds are in your favor, overall.  I have to hope for the best.  Or worst, depending on how you view it.  I'm allowed to try to tempt you and whatever, but there are strict limits on what I can do.  Here."  She held out the revised contract.  "Touch it and you'll immediately know everything that's written in it."

He did and could sense the information streaming into his mind.  John blinked several times, exhaled sharply, and stood straighter.  He marveled, "It's all just the way I wanted it.  I... I'll sign.  But does it have to be in... blood?"

She chuckled.  "No, dear.  Ink will be fine."  She snatched an ordinary looking writing instrument from thin air.  "This is one of those new rollerball pens.  I love these things.  You humans occasionally come up with good ideas."

"Uh, thanks."  He accepted the pen and took the proffered contract.  Leaning on his workbench that was against the wall, he signed his name.

"Perfect," she declared.  Mercy waved the contract and it vanished.  She called out, "Make sure I get credit for that one," then explained to John, "Sometimes the clerks get me mixed up with another she-devil named No Mercy."

He wanted to know, "How soon will the spell start to work?"

"Oh, it's going into effect right now.  In fact, I'm beginning to feel attracted to you myself."

"But you can't... I mean, we're not able to..."

"We can't get it on together?  Because I'm what I am and you're a human?  Don't you believe in mixed relationships, John?  Of course, we can.  If you want to road test your new sex drive, which I guarantee is high octane, we can go upstairs and get busy."  She ran a finger down the front of her dress and the material parted, revealing more smooth and flawless skin.   "I wouldn't mind.  It's been a while since I've gotten it on with anybody, and the succubus part of me definitely has its needs.  Just imagine how good I am in bed."

Was this really happening?  He grinned and told her, "Sure.  Let's do it."

She went first, her perfectly formed bottom swaying enticingly.  He followed eagerly, his cock already twitching in anticipation.  When they got to the bedroom, she did the finger-down-the-dress trick again, and the entire garment peeled away.  It fell from her perfect body and dissolved in mid-air.  Mercy was all woman, so far as he could see.  No surprise warts, fur, or vagina dentata.  She gave him a come-hither smile and he began to undress as rapidly as he could.

In minutes they were on the bed.  She was accommodating and yet capable of taking the lead.  It was glorious.  Incredible.  Better than he could ever have imagined.  It went on and on.  She had two climaxes.  Yet, no matter how close he came to finishing, he didn't ejaculate.  John slowed down and looked at her.  Mercy's eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks suffused with passion.  She pulled him down for a prolonged, probing kiss.  That elevated his need even further.  He was still inside her.  Still rigid.  But not able to cross the finish line.

"Um, Mercy," he began uncertainly.  "I seem to be having trouble... you know... getting to the end."

"Oh, you mean you can't empty your balls.  Certainly.  Just as you requested."

"What?"

"You clearly stated that you didn't want the sex to finish.  So, I made sure that you weren't capable of that.  Now screw me some more, would you?  I could use a few more orgasms."

"Wait.   Hold on.  I didn't mean it that way."

"But it's how you said it.  And therefore, how it was put on the paperwork.  Thus, it's done and not reversible."

"No.  That's not possible.  I'll wind up with the worst case of blue balls in history."

"Not really.  I gave those to a guy back in the 1800s.  But you'll come close."

"I don't want that.  How can I be with any women?  They'll see that I'm not finishing, and I'll get hornier and hornier."

She appeared thoughtful.  "Well, you could be my steady date.  I'm always up for some humpy-hump, and it's okay with me if you can't unload the family jewels.  Plus, frankly, I'll find it amusing if you're desperate and frustrated all the time.  That doesn't make me kinky, does it?"

"I don't care what it makes you.  It leaves me in a miserable predicament."

Mercy wriggled out from under him and sat up, legs pulled under her.  She put a fingertip to her chin and assumed an innocent demeanor.  "You know, I think you're right.  Let me see if that contract has been filed or if it's too late to retrieve and amend it."  She closed her eyes for long moments.  "Nope.  Too bad.  For a change they did it right.  Guess I shouldn't have told them to watch what they were doing.  Oh well."

"What can I do?"

"Well, you can stick with me.  I can pass for mortal and pose as your girlfriend.  That will give you and outlet for your urges.  You know, so you don't turn into a total sex maniac and start uncontrollably grabbing women.  I mean, if you did that, it would put you in the sinner category.  And you've already discarded your right to defend yourself or try to get your status changed."

"But all this extra sexual energy you gave me.  What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Men who get themselves into that fix, I've found, need to redirect their need for fulfillment to pleasing their partner.  In this case, that would be me.  With you doing anything in your power to make me happy in bed."

"You mean having sex hour after hour, even though there's nothing in it for me?"

"Well, there would be something in it for you.  I mean it feels fine while you're doing it.  Except that in the end... there's no end.  Or at least not the one you want.  Poor baby."  She gave him a look of sympathy that he doubted was sincere.  "But what I'm suggesting is that you find alternative ways to please me.  If only because it would keep you stable.  I'm thinking, because intercourse gets rather boring for me, you try doing things with your mouth.  It would surprise you how a woman's whole body can be an erogenous zone if you learn to use your lips and tongue on it the right ways.  And you'll have a long life in which to practice."

"But I don't do that stuff.  I never have.  It's disgusting to put your mouth... you know... there."

"You mean on a girl's pussy?  And her feet?  Armpits?  And her ass?  Especially her ass.  That can be a fantastic turn-on, for her, if not for you.  And by her, I mean me.  Shall we try it?"

"I can't...  I'm not going to..."

"Hey, have it your way.  But if your overheated sex drive makes you go after girls who don't want it, well, you might end up in prison.  Just imagine being oversexed while there's no one around but other guys.  And they're all horny like you, though not for the same reason.  And they're perfectly capable of shooting their spunk, wherever they can find a tight spot."

"I'm... I don't want to..."

Mercy stretched out on her back.  She pointed to the juncture of those desirable legs.  "We can start slow.  After all, the two of us are going to be together for a long time.  In this life and, I strongly suspect, later on when you take up residence in my hometown.  And once you're there, well, there will be a lot more than just endless frustration and aching testicles for you to be concerned about."

"No..." he whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, yes.  Now let's begin with some gentle licking.  And then get your tongue inside me.  Oh, and I must have my clitoris sucked.  It's a devil girl clit, so when it gets aroused it will be larger than what you're used to.  A lot longer.  And thicker.  With a rosy head.  Make sure to lavish attention on the interior part of me and the sticking out part.  And in return, I'll give you lots and lots of stimulation.  All over your body, and especially on your nipples.  The upgrade in our libido has made them extremely sensitive.  You won't believe how aroused I can get you... and how anxious you'll be to satisfy me in return.  You might even become so intent on giving me everything I want, that you'll invite me to put my mega-clitoris somewhere besides in your mouth.  It'll be fun to watch you trying not to let yourself do that.  We're going to have so much fun, John."

All he could do was groan.  After that, his mouth was too busy for words.