Contractual obligations

You tell yourself you should have read the small print, but that doesn't matter. A demon stands before you, and they're none too happy about you signing their contract... They are achingly beautiful, not to mention dominant , which is making the fear mix with something else.

This is my first time writing explicit (rather than what I'd consider lewd) content. It still contains all of the good good hypnosis tropes/mind control that we know and love.

CN: Explicit description of sexual acts, some minor transformations, some use of trancey language.

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“So let me get this straight… You signed it, without reading it?” The being said.

You were still taken aback. The gorgeous being who had appeared in a cloud of fire and brimstone was towering over you, shaking the contract you had signed at the bank that day.

You cocked your head at them. “Y-yes? Does anyone really read the things the bank gets them to sign?”

This did not assuage their fury. They somehow loomed taller, the skin around their eyes beginning to crack, and fire seemed to glow from within them. Before all at once. They stopped. Finding some measure of composure.

“I’m sorry human. I’m not angry at you- Well. I amangry at you. But I shouldn’t be. You are, after all, an idiot. Why else would you sign, in blood, mind you, a contract that had a hell-seal next to the signage line?”

You thought, excuses running through your brain, but before you could speak, they cut you off, looming again, their wings spreading dark shadows across the wall. “YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A REALLY OLD FORM? What bank uses parchment these days? Satan you’re thick. No. No talking, be quiet.”

And just like that, your mouth was still, the retort on your lips died. And that, much to your surprise, turned you on. You couldn’t try to speak, to make any noise with your mouth. Any time you did, your jaw went slack. Fuck. That was hot as hell.

The being raised an eye quizzically at you. “Do you mind? I can still hear your thoughts you know.”

You tried to quieten your thoughts. But the fact that they could hear each thought as it ran through your head just made it hotter. They knew this was turning you on and that made it turn you on even more.

You were trying to stop, but your thoughts were going even faster now. Spinning around in your mind. Thoughts of what this being’s power could do to you.

You hadn’t noticed them approaching you until their hand grabbed you jaw, and forced you to look into their eyes. Those shining, sparkling amber jewels that shone with an inner fire.

You could feel your thoughts beginning to quieten, just by looking into them. “Good mortal. Let your thoughts switch off for me. Good toy.” They let go, leaving your mind still, your body, standing, feeling so heavy. “That’s what you are now. That contract you signed makes it so. A toy for me to play with. To enjoy.” They leant in, whispering in your ear. “To use, until you can’t give any more.”

You felt a long, sharp nail run down your neck. “Does that scare you, mortal? Knowing that I have complete power over you? That you willingly signed it away?” A slight stirring in your brain came from those words. Complete power? What does that – “Stop thinking. Kneel.” Your thoughts were silenced, instantaneously, smothered like a small flame. Your body sank down to the ground before them. They laughed, deep, throaty. “Ahh… That’s what I mean. By signing that contract, you have become mine to do with as I please. Tell me. How does that make you feel? Speak!”

Your mouth moved, unbidden, finding the first feeling that you had in your body. “Excited.” And you saw their eyes widen a little.

“Excited?” They took hold of your chin again, pulling your eyes up to meet theirs. Outside of your control, you felt your brain start thinking, things. Fantasies, pleasures unspoken, unfound. Things you hadn’t had the confidence to try. Another laugh. “Oh… Mortal. Maybe I’ve been a little harsh with you. Maybe you knew exactly what you were doing when you signed that contract. Am I right? Nod or shake your head, toy.”

You nodded. You had read the form. You knew what you had done. The bank teller had been surprised, but you knew it would be worth it. Now you were here, there were no regrets. Not so far, at any rate. And as the being, the demon, drew themselves to their full height, you could feel the rightness in your decision solidifying.

“Okay. But… If I am to use you. I must first… Remake you. Stand up, toy.” You rose, you’d say it was on your own, but you still felt like there were strings, pulling you to your feet as you did, you felt your thoughts returning to you, some small bit of self-awareness, of self-control. And then they paced around you, studying you.

Finally, after they had taken you in, they reached forward, and with one wickedly long nail, dragged it down your clothes. The slight chill that came as they fell away was a slight shock. The sudden exposure of your sex was enough to make you blush, but they did not stop looking. Did not stop taking you in, their eyes, full of hunger, of lust, roamed your naked body.

“Now. I said I was going to remake you, so, just, be warned, this can feel… Odd.” They reached forward, smiling, and you could see their fingertips glowing, with runes, with energy. And as their hand slid over your sex, you felt… Numbness, and then… Nothing. They didn’t stop there, their hands roamed up, over your chest, which felt sensitive for a second, and then numb, again. And then their hands reached your neck, and you felt them take hold. Grasping your throat, lifting you easily into the air, and pulling you to meet their gaze. “Your pleasure is mine, just as much as your body and mind are. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your hand trailing to where your sex had been. Finding instead just flatness, skin, some hair. They smiled at you, before lowering you to the ground. “Now you know where you stand, you get to know my name. Or, at least, the one that mortals gave me. I am Sinder. Some would call me a succubus. Some would call me an incubus. You can call me Sin. Do you understand?”

You nodded, and their smile grew wider. “Good. Now then, toy, look into my eyes. You seem to like being that mindless plaything you were earlier. Just look into them, notice how they shine, and shimmer, and let your thoughts drain away. Let your willpower drain away. Good toy. All gone. Empty, and obedient for me. Now. Kneel down.”

You felt arousal thrumming through you as you dropped to your knees. Your empty mind rang with their voice, with the memory of their eyes. They came close to you, and took hold of your head. You were eye level with their sex, which was, like yours, flat, just skin, until it began growing, changing. A cock was sprouting, long, thick. Already hard and dripping precum. The smell was intoxicating. It flooded your nose, made your mind grow hungry with desire. Your mouth hung open, salivating, practically drooling. Your mind was filled with one need, and that was to suck.

And then their hands gently teased your head forwards, until you had the tip in your mouth, those sweet juices tasted like the most refreshing drink you had ever had. Igniting your lust, reinforcing the all-consuming desire to suck, you tried desperately to bring more of the cock into your mouth, but they held your head firm. “No toy. Use your tongue. Let’s see what you can do. Tease me. Make me believe you deserve my cock down your throat.”

And your tongue sprang to action, swirling round the head, gently teasing as best you could. And you felt yourself growing more mindless as you focused, intently, needily, on the task. The desire growing, that hunger for more.

“Good mortal, keep going. My sweet little cock sucker. Doing so very well for- oh, fuck. There. Good toy. Do that again.”

You found yourself smiling at their sounds of pleasure. The precum that you could feel dribbling down your chin left your skin feeling so very sensitive. It was so easy to do, to tease the head of their delicious cock. But you wanted more. Needed more. And finally, they gave it to you, their hands pressing your head forwards, their cock filling your mouth, going down your throat, which, to your surprise, offered no resistance. No gag reflex. Just this wonderful full feeling as their cock was pushed deeper. Then, it came back out, then in. Each thrust scratching that itch. Making you feel more and more pleasure. More arousal. It was so good to be such a good cock sucker.

You could feel their thrusts quickening, as your own pleasure began to spark, you were at what would normally be the edge, but there was nowhere for that pleasure to go, no release to be had. Just a buzzing arousal that kept growing, filling your body and mind with pleasure, with a desperate need. You felt their hands change position, one was on the back of your head, keeping the rhythm. The other was on your forehead, and you could hear them speaking.

You felt that pleasure begin to be sucked away, and their thrusts grew quicker, finding that same feverish pace that your mind desired. The pleasure that ruled the pair of you, leaving you entwined in this desperate need. A desperate urge to cum. And finally, you felt their thrusts lose their regularity, as the pressure became too much. You felt their orgasm hit the back of your throat, as they came, their growls and moans of pleasure, music to your ears.

“Fuck, mortal. Your pleasure is… By all that is unholy. It’s exquisite. Ooh I could feast on your pleasure until the end of time.” But… They smiled down at your vacant expression, you could still feel their cum, mixed with your saliva, dribbling down your chin. You hadn’t noticed the tears that had formed in your eyes, but you could feel them now. They produced a cloth from nowhere, and wiped your face, smiling at you. “You did well, toy. I feel like you deserve a reward. You get to fuck me.”

Your mind was still stuck, filled with pleasure, with need. It was hard to think any thoughts that weren’t fuelled by arousal. But you also found that you couldn’t move. As much as you wanted to jump on them, to kiss them, to beg and plead for release. They knelt down before you, and one hand went to your sex again. This time, a cock of your own grew. You could feel it. Hard, sensitive, swollen. It felt so strange as it came out of you, but the feeling was quickly swallowed by lust.

Overcome by need.

The need to fuck.

To rut.

Overcoming all other desires.

As they leant backwards, spreading their legs, wiggling their hips invitingly towards you, their once engorged cock having receded into an alluring cunt, that need was almost blinding, you had one desire. And they were all you could see.

Their musk filled your nose again, leaving your head reeling. Pulsing with desire.

“Come on mortal. Take me! Show me you deserve release.”

Without hesitation you thrust forwards, and felt their cunt seize your cock. Pulsing along the length, as you thrust in and out, again, and again. This ecstatic pleasure, still without release. Without end. Driving your mind to further heights as you bucked wildly, your only desire to cum, your only hope that somehow, thrusting harder would give you that release.

Their hands roved over your body, nails scratching, just adding more pleasure.

Their moans mixed with yours, coalescing into a beautiful symphony, in that moment it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

Their hand caught your chin, pulling your head in closer, forcing you to lean over them, still thrusting wildly.

They were grinning, full of mischief. Their eyes twinkling, locked onto yours. You felt your will being drained again, Even the thought of cumming was being sucked away.

Obey.

That was all that was left.

Obey.

The only word you could think.

Obey.

More and more with each thrust.

Obey.

Thrust into obedience.

Obey.

Into servitude.

Obey.

Sexual submission.

Obey.

To Sinder.

Obey.

“Cum for me Mortal.” They laughed as your body released what felt like a lifetime of pressure and arousal. Shuddering, and shaking, it felt like you were being drained in every sense of the word. But it felt so very good. So very good to obey Sinder.

And when, finally, it subsided, you were left beside them. Still breathing heavily, as they curled their arms around you, and pulled you in close. “Relax, toy. You did well. I think I’m going to enjoy playing with you.”

You looked up at them, feeling so safe, so comfortable in their arms. It had been worth signing that contract.