Chapter 4 - contracts

I clutched the ivory of her horns in a tight grip. My hand buried in the fluffy cloud like curls of her white hair. It was silky smooth, and almost dangerously soft, much like the rest of her. I was touching her, personal space between us was absolutely zero. My breasts were pushing into her back like hers would’ve pushing into Becca. That is if the succubus hadn’t eaten herself gravid. The heat was returning almost as quickly as it had left. Some part of me just wanted to sink into her soft curves and give in. But that part of me was drowned out by a heady mix of adrenaline and a slight feeling of superiority I had because I was grappling her. “I’m super sorry, it wasn’t even intentional” she squeaked and I pulled on her horns a little in a way that got her voice to tremble a little. I almost felt a little bad. But it was hard to mesh her adorableness with the woman bent over, tits out and freshly squeezed that was positioned on the other side of the room. “That might be a little hard to believe, given you’re a demon, and those are kind of known for deceiving people” I told her and squeezed her taxed middle with my knees.

“I promise, I promise I won’t lie” she told me her voice high and almost a little pathetic. I likely would’ve felt flashes of guilt but I was distracted. Her words had cut through everything. The fog of the succubus’s radiating heat, the panic of my adrenaline, even the ambient noise of the room. Like someone had put it to the front in a sound mixer. Her words had dragged everything to the background. I believed her, with absolute certainty. I couldn’t discern why. But I did. “I believe you, but you’ll excuse me if I find it a little difficult to believe these last few pornographic deeds weren’t premediated” I asked her more curious than accusatory. “I was just so hungry, I thought I was hungry for food, but the more you fed me I got hungrier not less hungry” she explained frantically over the gurgling of her taxed gut. That at least lined up what I remembered from her earlier fast food feast. “But I still wanted more food.... but you fell asleep” she objected. “That was entirely your fault” I shot back. “But not intentionally...I think it happened subconsciously” she tried to explain.

I shook my head a little to try and clear some of the warm fog that was building. I had begun stroking her horns rather than gripping them. I was becoming all too conscious of the feeling of my thighs pressing into the layer of soft flab on her sides. I knew she was telling the truth. Even without my strange sense of certainty it only would’ve made sense. She hardly seemed the type to scheme so connivingly. She was a good soft girl. That last thought got me shaking my head again as I tried to focus. “Well If you know you’re doing it could you switch it off” I asked her not even entirely certain I wanted her to in fleeting moments of irrationality. “Uh sorry I didn't realize I was still doing it...I don’t know but I think I can like...turn it down a little” she explained taking a deep breath. With her breathing I felt it lessen. Slowly washing out of me like the tides returning the ocean. I still wanted to bury my face in the fluffy locks of her hair, and use her thighs as my designated pillows. But I no longer felt like I was losing control of myself. Even more important I didn't feel like it was getting any worse.

I relaxed my grip around her waist and let my legs slide down to rest parallel to hers. Though I still kept my hands on her head. As a girl whose family had raised goats, I was comforted by literally having her by the horns. Even if she seemed rather displeased with the situation. “So, going back to your story, I passed out but you were still hungry, right?” I asked her trying to get things back on track. “Yes, and I could smell this absolutely delicious scent from the kitchen” she elaborated her tone slightly drifty as if her own recollection was a little hazy. “I went to get some but I found her here cooking...” the succubus explained pointing at Becca. “I started using some light magic to relax her, since I figured she’d freak out if she saw-” the demoness started to explain but I interrupted her by pulling her hair a little. She squealed a bit. “Roll that back a bit, magic” I asked her unable to keep just the lightest pinch of excitement from my voice. “Yes, but it seems like I unintentionally used it too strongly” she explained with a tone like a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. There were a number of things I wanted to say. Like how the number of “unintentional” things in her story would’ve been comical if I didn't know she was telling the truth. Or how she had completely missed the point of my interruption. In the end I sighed.

“So, you used your weird sex voodoo to make her horny-” I started to explain before she cut me off. “No, I just relaxed her, you can’t create arousal with magic, if you did succubi would have an infinite buffet, right?” she explained as if this were common knowledge. I wanted to ask her if the third law of thermal dynamics applied to sex magic, but I doubt she would’ve understood the question. “Well whatever it was, don’t do it to people without my permission” I told her flatly. I’ll admit there was an obvious connotation to leaving myself the sole of arbiter of when she could use it. But I told myself it was entirely for future proofing. “Okay” she informed me her words once again cutting through all distractions and carrying a definitive truth. “So, I went to sample some of what she was making, but once I got close to her I realized...I was a different sort of hungry” she explained her gaze locked on the slumped over college girl. “So, you got her horny and chowed down” I finished the story. Vitae opened her mouth to respond but instead simply let out a loud belch that I took as a definite affirmative.

I got to my feet slowly and ran my fingers through her hair as I moved to stand in front of her, looking downward. Maneuvering around her overtaxed gut was almost something of a challenge. She was utterly engorged. I suspected the main reason she was sitting was because she wouldn’t even be capable of standing up straight. She looked rounder and fuller than any pregnant woman I had ever seen. Yet the gurgles of her greedy gut and the sauce and salt covering her naked body were clear signals as to the true reason for the scale of her stuffed form. She looked dreadfully innocent as she stared up at me with those big pink eyes. So, incapable of malice but so frightfully filled with desire. It was hard to hold her accountable when she looked so incapable. It was difficult to view anyone as an evil mastermind when they were literally pinned by their own overindulgences. Yet it was even more difficult to look away from the bare breasted roommate, who had just had her desires sucked out of by the greediest emotional hoover possibly on the planet.

“She’ll be okay right?” I asked the succubus tapping her keg of a middle with my foot for emphasis. The demoness winced at the contact but swiftly nodded. “There may be some incredibly minor side effects, but nothing that would affect her health” she elaborated. I nodded at this aware that side effects weren’t exactly great either. “But we don’t need to feed that way very often unless we use our magic” she quickly explained with a tone that sounded almost pleading. With it came a small revelation. She was selling herself. Like one of those cats at the animal shelter with personality problems so the vets say “But it’s only some of the time”. Yet as the emotion sucking stray looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes, and her messy, over corpulent figure I couldn’t help but feel a sense of kinship. I wasn’t perfect either. I had accidentally summoned a succubus and then let her run amuck in my shared living space. I sighed knowing full well I was making a descion that was going to cause me a lot of problems in the long term.

“Can you, disguise yourself so you don’t look like an overly dedicated exhibitionist cosplayer?” I asked her. Instantaneously her facial expression changed lighting up like fireworks. A big dumb looking smile on her face and a sparkle in her rose water eyes. I would’ve felt manipulated if I believed for even a second, she had the emotional intelligence to do so. “Yes, but that falls under...what did you call it....”sex voodoo” and you told me to ask permission first?” she asked me with bubblegum excitement in her voice. I blinked a little, the question was a little strange. But nevertheless, I shrugged. “Go right ahead” I told her. The demoness staggered to her feet, as she did, she changed slightly. The pink of her skin became less aggressively pastel and more normally Caucasian, barring a pair of rosy cheeks. Her hair seemed to lose some of its overly magical texture. Even her curves slowly receded slightly, making her bottom-heavy hourglass a tad less dramatic, and her waist looking more realistically wide given her thick figure. Lastly her horns curled into her head and her beautiful pink eyes faded into regular human grey.

I looked her up and down like I was inspecting the lead actress before a stage show. She looked like the overly friendly girl in every group of friends. The one who insisted on hugging everyone, and who’s love of pastries led to a soft body. But who was beloved anyways since she always shared. She was still pretty hot, but her body no longer sent the karma sutra flashing through my brain. I sighed. It was going to be difficult. Likely awkward. “You can stay” I told her flatly. The succubus let out a squeal and tried to jump for joy. But was interrupted immediately by the girth of her gut. The jostling of which caused her a grunt of discomfort. It was adorable. I couldn’t help but smile a little. It was going to be awkward. But at least it wasn’t going to be boring.