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Caitlyn’s eyes widen in alarm the moment her back hits the wall, body turned so effortlessly with one of your deceptively cold hands slipping to the small of her back and cradling her lower half to yours as you press her against it.
Her head turns sharply to the side, to the door she just came through and sighs in relief, momentarily, when she sees she’d managed to click it shut before you’d descended upon her. Your strength is alarming, the way your hand on her back and your chest now pressing against hers is all it takes to have her pinned has the witch’s breath stuttering.
Caitlyn wasn’t weak, never had been despite the assumption due to her upbringing but your lazy display of strength, power… it was nothing compared to her strengths both physically and magically.
Your free hand, once dangling lazily by your side, now lifts to brush the stray navy hairs that had caught in her chapstick away from her face as you smirk at the other woman.
“There’s my little witch,” Her fingers move back to Cait’s lips, the pad of her thumb pressing down against the Kiramman witches plump bottom lip and, much to your pleasure, Caitlyn allows her mouth to fall slack. “Thought you were trying to avoid me”
Teal blue eyes flicker with something akin to panic, but Caitlyn’s quickly got it schooled into a more polished expression. She straightens up, or at least she straightens up as much as she can with you flush against her. Her eyelids flutter slightly, breasts dragging against your own and the sparks of arousal igniting within her faster than she thought it would. Your brow furrows slightly at this, smirk falling into a grin when you see her trying to gain some semblance of control, some mannerisms of betterness but it’s too late — you’ve already caught onto her.
“Kiramman’s don’t avoid their duties—” Your thumb slips past her lip as she speaks, hand coming to caress her jaw instead, and the witch tries not to notice the way the simple movement, the casualness of the touch has her heart beginning to race.
“And is that what I am? Your duty, sweetheart?” You interject, smiling with entirely too many teeth.
She swallows thickly, sucking in a breath through her nostrils as she tries to contain herself. “Until I can rid myself of this… connection we share, I would… I would say we share a duty to each other”
Caitlyn tries so hard, tries to replicate the same diplomatic manner that has been drilled into her since birth, but something about you sets her off kilter and worse, she knows exactly what.
Her words have you scoffing, half a laugh as your eyes roll and your head shakes softly. “You summon a demon — not even the type you had meant to summon, mind you — and you have the gall to say we share a duty, sweetheart?” Tut, tut, tut, your disappointment is clear and Caitlyn feels her cheeks heat, suddenly the tall girl feeling small as she’s reminded of her position flush against you and the wall. “Now you’re bound to a sex demon of all things—”
Her eyes shoot open, wide and alert as Caitlyn shakes her head frantically and lifts her hand to try and stifle your words. Her palm presses to your mouth but the flit of your eyes, fully darkened to black, is all the warning Caitlyn needs before it drops softly, resting instead gently against where your neck and collarbones meet.
“Please, not… not so loud.” Her begging is desperate, but spoken with ease. More of a bargain than true begging.
“What? Afraid your mother may overhear her only heir has bound herself to a succubus? Afraid someone may learn of your… mistakes?” It’s difficult for the witch to tell, but she swears she can feel your gaze on how her throat bobs as she swallows her pride despite your eyes being an inky expanse.
She wasn’t even sure how she’d managed to make the mistake, too distracted with assisting her family's ward, Jayce, with his binding spell research that she’d made a grave error with her own research. It was not uncommon for a witch to have a familiar, nor in her family to have one of great esteem. Demons had been bound frequently by her house throughout the lineage, it would have only seemed fitting — and yet, Caitlyn had managed to instead bind herself to a demon.
Not just any demon. A succubus.
And you? Oh, how you’d laughed. The delight you’d found in the situation was clear once the pieces began to fall into place, and the sickening feeling in the pit of Caitlyn’s stomach when she’d realised what she’d done had only been eased by the aphrodisiac-like sensation your very presence provided.
Making a deal with a demon wasn’t anything like in the novels published, film or television. There’s no contract to be signed after the demon is summoned, the summoning itself is the contract — a done deal the second the two are faced, and quick revision (alongside your ‘helpful’ interjections) found that the incantation had detailed the reciter giving over their pleasure to the demon summoned, to become theirs.
She’d quickly realised the page she’d read from was not the page she’d originally left open, somehow the pages flipping in the time she’d left her desk and returned from assisting Jayce with his endeavours. A grave error that she did not double check the page, especially if anyone were to discover what had happened.
“You know it was not my intention to do this. Surely you want… You would want someone to do this willingly” Another issue Caitlyn had discovered when interacting with you was the ease you put her under, unnatural and — from further research upon your kind — an evolutionary tactic to entice prey to remain in your grasp.
Your eyes return to a more humanoid colour, the pitch black darkness that had temporarily filled the space where not only your irises but the whites of your eyes had been, lit up with mischief. “But you did summon me willingly, it’s not my fault you hadn’t an idea it was the wrong incantation you were reading from, little witch. Your intention was to summon a demon, after all.”
“That’s not—” She starts, only for her words to fall short. After a moment, she sighs, as if giving up because you’ve got her there. And your shit-eating grin when you realise you’ve won this one has Caitlyn sighing softly, defeated.
A small mercy, you ease off of her and take a short step back, allowing the witch to breathe without the pressure of your body against hers. Is it wrong she mourns the loss of your heat, the way her tits ache at the loss of yours against hers? It’s you luring her in, she knows this, a biological pheromone you give off to entice and yet, it doesn’t feel as manipulative as it should be.
“What are you doing here?” The navy haired woman manages to choke out, trying to ignore the way her arousal begins to burn low in her core. Her hand, resting against your chest, is shaky as she tries to keep her hold on you instinctively.
A pitying, knowing look is given but with an underlaying edge of apathy that tells the other girl you don’t actually have any pity for her. “You know why I’m here, sweetheart”
Your touch falls from Caitlyn’s body, goosebumps running up the flesh of her spine at the loss of your touch as you walk over to her bed with a casualness that would imply you’ve been in her room plenty of times, like you owned the place.
You sit on the chaise at the foot of her bed, leg crossing over another as you lean back against her bed on your forearms and smirk at the witch. “You’ve bound yourself to me, offered yourself up to feed me your pleasure. My pleasure now. We’ve discussed this, that I can feed from others but the expectation is that I may take what has been so graciously bound to me. And I am hungry, little witch”
Caitlyn has to swallow down a soft moan that threatens to escape at your words, the familiar feeling of her cunt aching, no doubt slick beneath her panties, an embarrassment. It had been a discussion following the initial binding, Caitlyn’s pleasure the lifesource you would feed from until a time when you’d decided enough was enough, and yet you hadn’t insisted.
Consent seemed to be strangely insisted upon, much to the witches surprise. She’d assumed you’d take, assume her binding herself — albeit accidentally — as all the consent you’d need, but instead you’d simply asked she’d allow you to feed and when told no, you’d told Caitlyn you’d return again.
This appeared to be the same, no insistence, no coercion (though the arousal stirring was unintentionally manipulative, it did not cloud her mind) and instead, just simply you stating that you needed to feed.
Would it be bad? Painful? All her research had said otherwise, because ever since this has occurred it’s been all Caitlyn could think about. You, feeding from her, draining her bit by bit. Would you need to fuck her? Did you have the anatomy to do so the way a man would? God, she hoped not, and yet the thought of being fucked into the mattress by you until she was drunk on pleasure made her clit throb. Could you feed other ways, other acts of sexual stimulation? Would she be able to feel you draining her or would it feel the same as normal sex and pleasure?
Caitlyn doesn’t even realise she’s lost in her thoughts until your clear your throat, smirking at her as you watch from your place on the chaise. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Despite the soft cruelty edging into your voice, your hand lifts and you crook a finger to summon the teal-eyed girl over. Gently, with your other hand, you pat the space next to you. “Tell me, sweet girl, do you have questions?”
Her heart feels as though it may beat out of her chest as she slides down onto the seat beside you, body brushing against yours in a way that sends sparks through her body. “How… How does it work?” Caitlyn’s been a well-educated girl her entire life, no limit to the knowledge her house may possess and everything she has read has given her the baseline knowledge, and yet she needs to hear it from your honey’d lips.
Lips that turn into cat-like grin as your hand comes up to caress the sharp angles of her face. “Are you intrigued? Your research hasn’t told you how the succubi feed? I find that hard to believe.”
“I didn’t say that”
“Oh, so you do know? Then why ask?”
She swallows, eyes downcast as she tries to even out her breathing. She can feel the heat of your own breath against her skin, realising how close the two of you have drifted to one another. “I— I needed to hear it from you”
Your free hand moves against her thigh, hooking under it and guiding it over your own lap to bring the taller woman closer to you. “You needed to hear me explain that to feed from you, I need to fuck you. I need to touch you, taste you. I need your arousal given to me? That you’d satiate me in many ways if offered, tell me — are you offering, Caitlyn of House Kiramman?”
Her pupils dilate at the thought of all the ways she may satiate you. Nervously her eyes shift across the room, to her closed door and the possibility of someone, anyone, walking in. They wouldn’t, she’s already excused herself for the night, but nerves begin to take root.
But gods yes she’s offering, her curiosity peaked the moment you’d left after the initial meeting. You’d been to visit more times since then and each time she’d denied you, but after every time came a small pang of regret that she hadn’t allowed herself to do so. Caitlyn nods slowly, sight coming back onto you — or more specifically, your lips.
“Nu-uh, sweetheart.” Gently, you tip her chin up to look at you properly, forcing her eyes on yours while your thumb taps gently against her lip. “I need words. I need verbal consent from you”
The neediness in her eyes, the way she tries to squeeze her thighs together to relieve the ache in her cunt but can’t because of the leg thrown over yours, should be enough of a clue for you, Caitlyn can’t help but think but she nods again. “I’m offering… Feed from me”
You don’t even move from where you sit, Caitlyn’s body pressed against yours as she writhes in pleasure. A gentle beginning, you’d told her you wouldn’t fuck her the first time and instead show her one of the many other ways you could feed from her pleasure. Soft lips pressed against the creamy expanse of the column of her throat, she’d almost fallen apart the moment it turned from the gentle caress of your lips to sucking and biting.
She’d shifted, her thighs fully settling over one of yours as she’d rocked her hips against the muscle of your thigh. Her clit dragged against the seam of her pants, soft breathy moans falling from her lips that she tried to keep the volume down on, for fear someone may hear.
Not that she’d be able to pretend nothing had happened, you’d already spotted the beginnings of a particularly dark hickey at the spot where her neck and shoulder meet and decided you wanted more decorating her pretty throat. And Caitlyn was too busy humping your leg to realise this, nor care.
You’d take turns between licking and kissing her neck until it was the particular shade of dark purple you’d wanted and kissing her messily, all tongue and spit as the witch allowed you to practically control the pace. You could feel yourself slowly growing stronger, feeding from her as she grew more and more aroused, her desperate rocking against your thigh only serving to build this more.
You pull your lips from hers, watching her hooded eyes darken with need as her long, delicate fingers come up to press against her kiss-bitten lips. “I know I said we wouldn’t do more than this, but if I were to touch you here—” your hands ghost over her breasts, still covered by her shirt and bra beneath, “would you allow me?”
Caitlyn has her bra off faster than you have a chance to try and help her, a lacy scrap of fabric she calls a bralette pulled from beneath her shirt, leaving her nipples poking through the fabric of said shirt like they’re begging for your attention.
She goes to try and tear this off next, but you shake your head and instead shove it up above her chest, her tits perking up even more once revealed to the cool air of the room. Your hands come up to grope at them roughly, tongue laving at one rosy bud which has Caitlyn practically convulsing on your lap.
“O-Oh!” She burrows her face into the crook of your neck, thighs shaking as she feels your lips wrap around her, tongue swirling around the bud before pulling off with a loud, wet pop! The surprise of this teasing is temporarily short-circuited from her mind though when your hand comes to the same breast and slaps it, sparks of pain and pleasure shocking her system and enhanced even more when your hand comes up to pinch and pull at her nipple.
Loudly she cries out in surprise and pain, muffled by your mouth covering hers as your other hand slides down to her lower back once more, guiding her hips as she rides your thigh to do so faster. You grin as she stutters her hips in surprise but then, after a split second, gives into the desperation and begins to use you to achieve her own pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart, riding my thigh so good. Use me, little witch, I want to feel you fall apart on me”
You repeat the actions on the other breast, a similar response that has Caitlyn’s cunt leaking arousal into her panties beyond what she had ever imagined. You could taste her pleasure in the air as you fed, could feel it seeping into your skin, tainting the oxygen you breathe and yet you didn’t need to tear her pants down her thighs to see the evidence — it was surrounding you with every murmur of pleases and yesyesyes!
Every time she moaned into your mouth, let you fuck her mouth with your tongue and mark her chest the same way you had with her throat. And you didn’t need her to tell you she was close, not when you can smell the change, the cornerstone on the horizon, in the air — the sharp shift in the air.
“Cum for me, little witch. Use my body, take what I give so you can feed me on your arousal.” You growl the words into her navy hair, your eyes all black as you feel your needs begin to satiate fully.
Caitlyn is grasping as much of you as she possibly can, the familiar feeling of her orgasm beginning to build. Between your hands on her breasts, the surprise of your cruel touch, and your mouth at her throat again as she grinds her cunt down over and over, Caitlyn feels tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as the knot in her stomach begins to snap.
One last slap, pinch and pull of her poor, abused tit has her falling apart completely, thighs clenching and almost blacking out as she cums hard. You feel the second she reaches her peak, practically cumming yourself from the overwhelming wave of pleasure Caitlyn provides you with.
If she feeds you this good from dry humping and nipple play, imagine how good everything else will feel? The thought has you smirking to yourself darkly.
After working through the initial aftershocks, the witch's body falls against yours, her body spent. A mess of shiny, navy hair messily strewed across your chest as she sinks her face into the collar of your neck.
Caitlyn feels overwhelmed with the pleasure, body still shaky from the orgasm — much stronger than any she’s ever had before, alone or with another. She doesn’t notice when you scoop her up and lay her gently against the silk bedsheets, nor does she notice you disappear into a cloud of dark smoke the same way you’d arrived until much later in the night.