The Witch's Offering
Copyright© 2019 by BluDraygn
Chapter 8
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Ren is a total tecno-geek with a penchant for striking out with the ladies. Despite being a fairly handsome man, this leaves him 22 years old and still holding his V-card. A witch he meets at a nightclub thinks he has exactly what she needs.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual Magic Mind Control Fiction Fairy Tale School Furry Were animal Demons Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Geeks Nudism
Kat wove the limousine through the city streets, trying desperately to ignore her steadily climbing arousal from Ren’s presence coupled with the soft moans and sighs coming from the demoness masturbating in the back seat. She eventually pulled into the parking garage beneath a ten-story, glass-walled office building.
“Everybody out,” she ordered a little more harshly than intended. Ren and the angel both hopped out without complaint, while Paress’s groans of complaint made her annoyance at having to stop very clear. Kat led her three charges to the elevator, then pulled out her name badge and held it up to the black box by the call buttons before pressing the up arrow.
“Did it work?” Ren asked as they waited for the elevator to arrive. “Usually, there is a confirmation light or something.”
“If it didn’t, it won’t take us beyond the second floor,” the cat-girl replied as the doors opened. Once inside, she pushed the button for the top floor and looked over at Ren. “Quit acting so nervous, Ren.”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” he snapped before immediately looking contrite. “Sorry. It feels like I’m getting called to the principal’s office. Except it’s my boss instead, and on top of firing me, she can melt me into a puddle of green goo.”
“The boss hasn’t melted anyone in at least a year,” Kat giggled.
“I was joking,” Ren deadpanned.
“Luckily, so was I. I’m sure it’s been more than a decade.”
“Not helping.”
“Not sorry,” she giggled again.
“Could you fucking stop?!” snapped Ruri. Ren and Kat turned to see her glaring at Paress, who was glaring right back at her but with her skirt pulled up and a hand in her panties again.
“Fuck you, angel,” the demon snarled. “You can get off any time you want. I only get the chance while I’m here on Earth. Once I go back, it might be decades or even centuries before the next time I get off. So, fuck off and let me have my fun. It’s not like I’m leaving puddles of pussy juice all over the place.”
“I think someone is enjoying the show,” said Kat, running her fingers over the bulge in the front of Ren’s pants. “But you need to wrap it up,” she said to the demoness after glancing at the display showing the current floor.
“Ah fuck” Paress groaned, giving her clit a vigorous rub before pulling her hand free of her panties. Grinning, she held her wet fingers out to Ruri, who scowled and turned her head away.
“Your loss,” shrugged the succubus before popping them into mouth. “Oh, phuk,” she mumbled around her fingers. “Dih yew wanth thome?” the demon asked Ren.
He shook his head, “Nah, I’m good,” Ren replied, but his answer worried him. He genuinely had no desire to taste the demon’s/Sophie’s pussy, and that felt very strange. Ren was beginning to wonder if he would ever enjoy eating out another woman after tasting Ruri.
“He just had some angel pussy,” said Kat, “It’s going to be a few hours before he’s interested in either of us.”
Paress shrugged. “I know that, but I thought it was rude of me not to offer,” she said while licking the remaining juices off her fingers.
The chime for the tenth floor sounded a moment before the doors opened. Ren wasn’t sure what to expect of a witch’s office, but it certainly wasn’t the scene laid out before him.
It was undeniably, almost excruciatingly ... normal. A long hall split the area in two, with the sides divided into smaller office spaces with large windowed dividers to let the sunlight through. Inside, people typed reports, talked on phones, and delivered reports and memos. Someone from the mail room wove in between the desks, handing out letters and small packages to the employees.
The employees gave Katherine a wide berth as they walked to the other side of the office, while Ren, Ruri, and Sophie didn’t get a second glance. Lethe’s reception area was through a set of glass double doors at the end of the hall. Inside, her secretary sat behind a long, curved counter.
The secretary had long black hair, which she pushed behind one ear as she looked up at them to reveal a pretty face with an equally cold and disinterested expression. Seeing Kat, she nodded to the door on her right and went back to typing.
“Don’t get any ideas,” said Kat. “She doesn’t like men and doesn’t want children.”
“I honestly wasn’t thinking that,” Ren replied, slightly annoyed at her insinuation. He wasn’t just some horndog trying to fuck everything in sight.
“She’s a black widow, an ancient one by the feel,” said Ruri, shivering.
“I was trying to not scare Ren,” Kat hissed. “What if he had arachnophobia?”
“Fuck Ren,” said Paress, “Sophie is hiding in a corner of our head right now, imagining the secretary exploding out of her skin into a giant spider.”
“I can hear you, you know,” said the secretary in a voice that made Ren and Sophie hurry into Lethe’s office. Ruri wasn’t far behind. She wanted no beef with such a powerful ancient beast. Kat brought up the rear, chuckling.
Ren stepped in and meekly waved at Lethe while Paress stopped at the door and took a deep breath before continuing. The moment Ruri crossed the door’s threshold, she understood Paress’s pause. Hidden wards must have been embedded in the room’s walls and floor to prevent Lethe’s presence from leaking out. Somehow, this witch felt more dangerous than the shape-shifted ancient spider in the reception area.Not only that, but the steadily building arousal she felt from Ren’s curse began climbing even faster.
Ruri had heard of Lethe, any angel who had anything to do with Earth knew the name, but had never met the witch before. Now that they met face to face, the woman unsettled her. Humans weren’t supposed to have this much power, and from the stories Ruri had heard, her magical prowess was only a fraction of the witch’s total influence. Lethe supposedly had a plethora of high-ranking angels and demons at her beck and call. Helping this demon, Xaal, become ruler of one of Hell’s planes fit her modus operandi perfectly.
“Have a seat, you three. Kat, wait outside, please,” said Lethe in a posh British accent.
“Yes, Ma’am,” said the cat-morph before turning sharply and leaving the office.
Lethe waited for everyone to sit before saying. “So, what happened?”
“I blew your boy here, and some weird shit happened,” said Paress. “I didn’t know what was happening, so I jumped out of my vessel. The girl just started working for us, and I didn’t want to break her.”
“Which I appreciate,” said Sophie.
“And you?” the witch asked Ruri.
“Ren is so steeped in demonic magic, I had every right to think he was one of Hell’s lackeys. Also, he was staring girls asses while walking around the college.”
“Can you blame him? You have a great ass. I’d happily stare at it all day, preferably up close and with lots of tongue,” Paress giggled, sticking her tongue and wiggling it around.
“I originally intended to kill him if he didn’t repent, then she showed up,” Ruri jerked a thumb at the demon, “and stopped me. We chatted for a while, and she explained that Ren was important to this succession business. Based on her descriptions, Xaal seemed like the better choice, so I was going to let him go. Besides, my halo said that he was innocent, which means I would have had a hard time justifying killing him to my superiors.”
“Considering the last few days, I don’t know how I could be ‘innocent,’” mumbled Ren.
“You haven’t killed anyone, and you have no history of lying, cheating, or stealing aside from little white lies. Compared to smokey bitch over there, you’re a saint.”
“That’s fair,” said Paress.
“Apparently, all the ones I’ve told recently don’t count,” said Ren, thinking back to the story he fed his friends about what was happening to him.
“If you’ve been telling lies to protect The Veil, then they probably didn’t count. Even Heaven isn’t that stupid,” said Paress.
“Quite right,” said Lethe, “but back to your story. I’m assuming that you gave his knob a suck after your chat?” Lethe asked.
Paress and Ren nodded.
“What were you doing while this was happening?” the witch asked Ruri.
“I was going down on her,” said Ren when Ruri acted reluctant to answer.
“And you didn’t feel any surges of power?” she asked, this time holding up a finger for Ren to keep quiet.
“Um, No,” said the angel, looking slightly confused.
Lethe sat back in her chair with a relieved expression. “Paress is the second demon to have a strong reaction to Ren’s spend. Xaal reported something similar when she gave him a jobby. Kat and I have both played around with Ren and had no such reaction. I’d like to ask if you would take part in a small experiment since you two have already been intimate.”
“It wasn’t intimacy,” said Ruri, “just letting off steam after being around his curse for too long.”
“My curse?” asked Ren.
“Xaal’s blessing. Blessing or curse is a matter of perspective,” said Lethe. “Should I take that as a no.”
“No,” said Ruri, blushing red.
Ren looked at the angel. “What?”
Ruri refused to look at him. “He did a good job and didn’t stop until I was satisfied. I wouldn’t be opposed to doing that again.”
“On second thought, perhaps that would be a bad idea. If angels have a similar reaction to demons, then Heaven would want him, and that would make my life more difficult,” said Lethe. “We may approach this at a later date once Ren is settled into the magical world and has all the proper protections.”
“I will have to report this incident to my superiors,” said Ruri, trying to hide her disappointment.
“Already taken care of, the angel Remiel is assisting Xaal with her succession as well. I’ve been informed to tell you that in any matters relating to Ren, Sophie, or Xaal, you are to report to him directly and not include them in your standard reports.”
“I can’t take the word of a witch, even you, Ms. Lethe.”
“As expected,” said a man’s voice from the speakerphone on Lethe’s desk. “I have contacted your superior, Ruriel. You should receive a notification shortly about your new orders. I assure you, angel, there is nothing untoward going on. This is merely a precaution against Xaal’s opponent. Belgrun may be a disgusting pig of a demon, but he’s a smart disgusting pig of a demon with a surprisingly effective information network.”
Ruri’s phone rang, and she quickly fished it out of her purse and unlocked it. Her er eyes widened as she read the message. “I suppose this means I can assume that you are the real Remiel and not a trick,” she said before dropping the phone back into her purse. “So, heaven is backing Xaal for succession?”
“No,” Remiel replied, “Xaal and I met a few decades ago, and she did me a favor. She called in that favor but, if I’m being honest, I’ve had so much fun with all this that I might let her keep it.”
“Is Xaal with you, Remiel?” Lethe asked.
“Sadly, no. She has business elsewhere at the moment, so her friend Kylak is keeping me entertained until her return.”
“Bitch,” muttered Paress.
“You were told to be nice to her,” Sophie reminded the demon.
“You can talk to me in our head instead of out loud,” Paress snapped back.
“Kylak is Xaal’s number one, uh, general?” Sophie explained to the others in the room, “and Paress is jealous.”
“Fucking bitch! Don’t tell them that!”
“Ugh, it hurts my brain listening to them when they get like this,” muttered Ren. Ruri nodded in agreement.
“You should be more tolerant of your mistress’s decisions,” Remiel told the demon. “Kylak’s power makes her a better fit as Xaal’s top general, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you.”
Paress perked up. “What?”
“Belgrun’s generals are both strong in their own right, much stronger than you,” the angel continued. “Kylak thinks her fight will be a close match but is very confident she can win. You, however, stand little chance against Loksharn. Xaal is making a deal with him that even if you lose, he won’t kill you.”
“She doesn’t think I can win at all?” said the demon.
“You’d have as good of a chance winning against Loksharn as you would against Lethe.”
Paress looked at the witch and swallowed hard.
“However, Xaal won’t take away your opportunity to fight at her side, so making sure you live is her next priority.”
Paress looked at Lethe. “If you’re so damn powerful, why don’t you help Xaal win this fight.”
“In a way, I am,” she said with a glance at Ren, “But I can’t help in the way you are thinking. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I enjoy my life here on Earth and have no desire to be co-ruler of one of Hell’s planes.”
“You could help and not demand anything in return,” Sophie suggested, but Lethe was quick to shake her head.
“I cannot. In the magic world, as much as the corporate world, such weakness would never be tolerated. The balance of power in the magical world often teeters on a knife’s edge. Showing that kind of weakness to a succubus of Xaal’s power would be akin to slitting my wrists and jumping into a school of ravenous sharks. I could lose everything I have spent centuries building in a matter of hours.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“You should have kept your mouth shut and just asked me later,” growled Paress.
“Peace, Paress. Sophie and Ren have entered into a dangerous world by joining us. They deserve to know what we are up against and that there are rules even those of us in power must abide by.”
“Do you just bounce between horny and mad all the time?” Ren asked the demon. “Keeping up with you is tiring.”
“Fuck, no.” Paress sneered. “I bounce between pissed and horny and just horny. I’m a succubus. Duh.”
Ruri sighed and shook her head before turning back to Lethe. “I won’t attack Ren again, but I will be keeping an eye on him at school.”
“Very well. Please don’t forget he still has Xaal’s blessing, so he may end up in some compromising situations not entirely of his own choosing,” the witch replied.
“I’m well aware,” said the angel, glaring at Ren even as her cheeks took on a slight blush.
“It smells like she has more than keeping an eye on him in mind,” said Kat, walking up behind them.
Ruri blushed. “It’s this damn curse and ... well, he has a nice tongue.”
“He does, doesn’t he?” Kat laughed. “I can’t wait until this succession mess is over with. My mate and I plan on kidnapping him next weekend and leaving him with a smile so wide it’ll need two zip codes.”
Ren grunted and leaned over, trying to not make his growing erection at the thought obvious.
Lethe grinned at her newest employee’s predicament but addressed her chauffeur. “Take them back to the college. If everything goes according to plan, by tomorrow Sophie will be an official student there with the same schedule as Ren. Ren, Katherine will be waiting near the school this afternoon. Call her when you are done for the day to take you home.”
“I don’t mind walking. My house isn’t far from ... the school?” said Ren, coming to a halt as Lethe shook her head at him.
“Remiel’s comment about Belgrun’s information network concerns me. Paress and Sophie will stay by his side, but I want my people watching over him whenever he’s on the move.”
“Damn. You got the hots for him, too?” asked the demon.
“That’s irrelevant. He is my employee and should be safe while performing his duties, whether IT-related or helping your mistress. If Belgrun’s network is expansive enough to concern an angel like Remiel, then we should assume he knows of Ren’s existence and may try to hurt or kill him.”
“Kylak and now Remiel, why can’t all these bitches leave Xaal and I alone,” Paress huffed.
“So, I’m going to follow him around to ‘protect’ him?” asked Sophie.
“Don’t sound so excited,” Ren grumbled. “I’m not exactly happy about all this cloak and dagger stuff either.”
“Cloak and dagger?” asked Sophie before Paress’s smirk returned.
“Spy stuff,” the demon answered. “We won’t be right on top of you and in your face. We’ll maintain some distance, and if anyone asks, ‘we saw him at the library the other day and think he’s just dreamy,’” Paress said, clasping her hands and batting her eyes at him like a smitten girl in some mid-century sitcom. “We’ll just be some chubby freshman, harmlessly stalking her crush.” Her expression turned more predatory as she licked her lips, “Of course, if you want to put your cock in our mouth or between our tits, we won’t complain.”
“Uh ... Sophie? Do you have something to say about that?” Ren asked.
The smirk disappeared, and Sophie looked away, blushing. “Um, no. Not really. Having Paress in here with me made going down on you feel almost as good as having sex, and cum tastes really, really good now.”
“Hey, dumbass, we can’t swallow. Have you already forgotten what got us here? Poor girl’s been a vessel for barely a day, and she’s already a cumslut. I’m so proud,” the demoness said while wiping away an imaginary tear. “But seriously, since we won’t be riding your ass every second, you need to be a little wary. If we get separated and another demon approaches you, it was probably sent by Belgrun.”
“How would I know it’s a demon and not just a girl affected by Xaal’s blessing?”
Paress stood up and walked over to Ren. Leaning down, she craned her neck to one side. “Sniff.”
Hesitantly at first, Ren did as she asked. The first thing to hit him was the smell of sex and sweat that immediately brought him to full hardness.
The demon reached down and gripped his cock through his pants. “Down, boy. You need to pay attention.”
Ren took another whiff, this time ignoring the more arousing scents. He immediately noticed an acrid undertone, and now that he was looking for it, Ren was stunned he hadn’t detected it sooner.
“That’s all fine and good,” he said as Paress pulled away. “But If I’m just talking with some girl, how am I supposed to sniff their neck like that?”
“You won’t have to,” Lethe interjected. “Magical creatures give off auras. Those auras react with compounds in Earth’s air to give off scents you can pick up. It’s where the term ‘fire and brimstone’ came from when talking about Hell. Demons will have an acrid and slightly sulfurous smell to them.
“You had to sniff my neck because I’m in a vessel, which mutes my aura, and I’m actively suppressing it. Not to mention that the witch over there is probably drowning me out, so you had to get that close. Back on campus, if a demoness did approach you, it would be far more noticeable.”
“Demon,” said Lethe. “For being a denizen of the plane of lust, Belgrun can’t seem to hold on to the demonesses that join his group.”
“No surprise there,” said Paress. “Even Ren here, who knows he can fuck me anytime ... not fuck, but you all know what I mean ... had the decency to ask Sophie if she was okay with it. That consideration may as well exist in another dimension for Belgrun, with consent sitting right next to it. He gives zero fucks as long as his dick is in something warm and wet.”
“How could a woman be wet when faced with a demon like him?” Ren asked.
“I didn’t say it necessarily was pussy juice.”
Ren looked at his lap, “I really wish that would go away,” he said, glaring at the tent in his pants. “Because after that thought, I’m really not in the mood.”
Lethe chuckled. “Oh, to be young and naïve enough to be bothered by such things. You all need to be on your way. Xaal’s blessing is getting distracting. Paress, stay in your host. You popping out in the middle of a college campus would nearly guarantee a crack in The Veil, and you are quite aware that the secrecy of the magic world is worth more than Sophie’s life.”
Paress flopped back down in her chair. “I got it. You don’t need to scare the kid like that.” Glancing around, she realized everyone else was getting up. “Oh yeah, we’re leaving, dammit. Shouldn’t’ve sat back down.”
“Be careful, all of you,” called Lethe as they walked out the door.
As soon as it clicked shut behind them, the witch growled, “Fucking succubus,” before reaching beneath her skirt and finding the gusset of her pantyhose soaked with her juices. “Fucking blessing,” she said, standing up and stripping off her wet hose and skirt, but not before pressing a call button on her desk.
A few seconds later, her receptionist walked in. After taking in her boss’s state, the woman locked the door behind her. “In need of release, Lethe?”
“Badly. Maybe I need to be tied up and given a smacking for being unable to control myself.”
“Hubris is a harsh taskmaster, isn’t it? So often, it’s you leaving others in this state.”
“Shut up, Nean,” Lethe said, making both of their clothes disappear with a snap of her fingers. “This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with a succubi’s curse. But the last time was more than a century ago.”
“Such arrogance, only to be brought low by the calling of your overused twat,” said Nean, laughing evilly. The woman fell forward, dropping to the floor as her legs melded together before swelling and turning shiny black. Arachnid legs sprouted from the side of the forming thorax as the bulge at the end turned into a glossy abdomen, complete with a red hourglass on the back. Most fantasy readers would recognize her as a drider, a half woman, half spider, much in the same manner as a centaur. But Nean’s spider body took up most of the large office’s space, and her human torso seemed tiny by comparison.
Nean pulled sheets of spider silk from her spinnerets and draped them over Lethe’s body before cinching them around the witch and lifting the human into the air. The black widow spun Lethe into an incomplete cocoon that left her head free, a window in the silk Lethe’s breasts protruded from, and completely skipped her hips and groin. Lethe giggled and wiggled her hands as if helpless once she stopped spinning. Her arms were held tightly to her sides, but her hands escaped being bound.
Strong spider legs maneuvered the witch until she was bent over with her bottom toward the receptionist’s human torso. Lethe hummed appreciatively as the woman fondled and massaged her bare ass, then moaned as Nean leaned in for a long taste of the witch’s sex. When Lethe was panting with need, the spider-woman reared back, raising her hand.
‘Oh, yes,’ the witch thought to herself, yelping as Nean’s hand cracked across her ass. ‘A good walloping followed by a nice long Aussie kiss should be enough to take my mind off that boy.’
Xaal’s wings flared, halting her momentum as she landed on the edge of Loksharn’s domain. The area looked like a prehistoric tar pit with jagged red limestone pillars jutting out of the black, oily-looking swamp and small, rocky islands dotted about. On a nearby island, a woman lay on her back with her lower half in the oil, moaning in time as the substance thrust into her. A short distance from where she landed, a man knelt on all fours with a large glob of black goop coating him all the way to his nipples. Within the blob, Xaal could make out two distinct motions. The man hunched his hips forward, fucking the goo, but with each backstroke, a portion of the blob behind him moved forward, as though fucking him.
The motion was hardly unexpected, as many men she encountered enjoyed some degree of prostate stimulation. What Xaal found more interesting is that even male souls who never experienced anal stimulation in life quite often still had a prostate which gave them pleasure. Souls lacked true, physical bodies. Instead, they were afterimages of who they were in life. They typically didn’t have many organs beyond flesh, bone, and muscle, the organs they could easily feel and sense every day when alive. The exceptions were those on the plane of gluttony who had a full digestive tract and felt constant, gnawing hunger pangs as part of their punishment. Female souls had a vagina, and some might have a womb that could never bear a child, but most souls, male and female, only had a hollow cavity from the rectum to the esophagus, and Xaal always thought it curious how many of the men had prostates as well. Perhaps even more curious was that most souls, even those who had been wandering Hell for centuries, didn’t understand this and never questioned why they never needed to eat, drink, shit, piss, and never bled when injured, no matter how severely.
The man grunted and groaned in obvious enjoyment, but his pleasurable expression was mixed with despair, a despair Xaal was familiar with.
He likely saw her land moments ago, but as he stood on the edge of climaxing, he began pleading, “Let me cum, please, please just let me cum. Just once.” But Xaal knew Hell wouldn’t allow either of them the satisfaction he begged her for, and she could do nothing about it. The demoness shook her head and looked away while unfurling her wings. As the succubus leapt into the air, the soul began sobbing in tormented frustration while continuing to thrust pitifully into the black goo, trying to achieve a release Hell wouldn’t allow.
Like many who visited the amorphous demon, Xaal wondered if the entire oily swamp was Loksharn’s body and if he merely separated a portion of himself to conduct business elsewhere. Despite the serious nature of her visit, Xaal’s pussy dripped with anticipation of her meeting. Remiel had been keeping her ass stuffed since he arrived, and Kylak’s tongue felt wonderful on her clit, but she loved having a cock in her pussy and ass at the same time. Loksharn was well-equipped for such pleasure, as the souls trapped in the black goo below her were intimately aware of. She resisted the urge to fly down and rub her soaked sex on some random soul’s exposed face. But that would only torment them both even more, and she had a purpose for coming here.
Toward the middle of the black swamp, she found what she came here for. Loksharn’s single eye stared unblinkingly up into the sky until she entered its view, then tracked her movement as she landed on a nearby rock.
“Greetings,” the words formed in Xaal’s mind as the eye rose up on a mound of flowing black rubber. At least, that’s what it looked like. Thankfully, it didn’t smell like rubber. “You are brave to visit me alone.”
Xaal hopped off the rock and stood on the surface, then crooked a finger toward the goo below her, beckoning it upward, saying, “We both know I’m the stronger of us. But I came here to talk, not fight.” The demoness bent forward and held her asscheeks apart as two black tendrils rose from the inky surface. They teased her pussy and back entrance for a moment, smearing her wetness around before first slipping inside her sex, then took a few more seconds to push through the tight ring of her ass. Xaal moaned with appreciation as she felt their shapes change inside her from smooth tentacles into veiny cocks before starting to slide in and out. Three more thinner tendrils joined the first two. One created a tiny cup with soft bumps inside that covered her clit and began lightly sucking while twisting back and forth. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, but she had learned to welcome some pain with her pleasure centuries ago. The other two tendrils zeroed in on her breasts. One flared out and covered her nipple and areola before sucking hard at the soft flesh.
The other turned into a pair of sharp pincers that grabbed her other nipple and tugged.
“You should let me pierce you,” said the demon.
“You want me to wear a ring made of your body that makes me your little fucktoy? I don’t think so,” Xaal laughed.
“You’d enjoy it,” he said as the cocks inside the demoness jackhammered her for a few seconds.
Xaal gasped, smiling as she rode out the momentary onslaught, then waited for him to return to a comfortable pace before replying. “This part I would love, but it’s not worth becoming your bitch.” She reached down and pinched the tendril sucking on her clit between her fingers. The top part turned to liquid and splashed onto the rubber below before getting reabsorbed. The tendril’s remains writhed in pain as it quickly retracted into the latex swamp.
“You could have asked,” said Loksharn.
“That was for trying to pierce my nipple without asking and to remind you of the difference in our power.” She held up her fingers and made a pinching motion while saying. “You couldn’t even penetrate my skin, and it only took this to destroy a part of you.”
If the amorphous demon was phased by her display, he didn’t show it.
“What did you wish to discuss?” he asked.
“My third, Paress, will be your opponent. She is unlikely to win against you, but I want you to let her live.”
“It will cost you a favor.”
Xaal shook her head. “No, letting her live is in your own interest.”
“How so?”
“Because if I defeat Belgrun after you’ve killed Paress, you will be dead before Belgrun’s body goes cold.”
“You’re so assured of your victory?”
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be putting my life on the line. If Paress lives, I may have a place in my court for you.”
“That’s hardly enough reason for me to betray Belgrun.”