A Deal with the Devil Chapter 4

The next few days followed a strained routine. Roger studied for hours, and Elicet would observe him. Whenever he seemed to struggle, she repeated her sexual offer, and he would return to his work. 

Sometimes she would lay on the table, never quite in his way, but always in his peripheral vision. She would occasionally sit by his side, as if reading along with him, but only ever seemed to be staring at him whenever he caught her eye. 

When he went to classes, as he had realised he couldn't simply stop attending for a month without attracting attention, she came with him, holding his hand as they walked. At first he had worried people would be suspicious, yet if anything, he seemed to blend in more now than he had before. That said, a few people he knew had introduced themselves to him and her, and Elicet, to her credit, kept up her side of the bargain. She pretended to be just another new student. Only, much to Roger’s chagrin, she introduced herself as his girlfriend - and always took those opportunities to kiss his cheek. 

He had further been concerned that, as a magic college, they might have some way to detect her presence. Yet if anything his professors seemed to pay less attention to him now than ever. 

After long days of work, sometimes stretching into mornings, he would return to his room with Elicet in tow. 

Only then did his true torture begin.

Elicet insisted that she sleep in the same room as him, yet there was only one bed. She had promised - and the contract did specify, he supposed - that she couldn’t try anything amiss while he slept. Even so, he knew he couldn’t trust her… and indeed, he wasn’t sure what could happen while he was asleep. Could he trust himself? 

As ever, she merely grinned at his predicament. Eventually he had relented, seeing no other way. 

“If I promise to keep my hands to myself will that make you feel better?”

“Not really…” he murmured, not liking the implied alternative, but settled in nonetheless. 

His dreams, if they could be called that, were a kaleidoscope of sensation. Somehow, they always returned to thoughts of her. Elicet dominated his sleeping hours as much if not more so than his waking ones. 

At last, one night, the reasons became all too clear. 

Her voice was swimming in his mind, sending him reeling under an assault of erotic visions. 

“Such a weak boy… so weak… so horny.”

Her voice haunted him as he slept, and he could swear she was all over him. Yet whenever he felt restless, her soft hushing voice lulled him to sleep. 

“Shhh, just relax for me… such a good boy.”

Slowly, gently, she petted his head and scratched behind his ears. As Roger dreamed, Elicet was ensuring he stayed that way as she explored his body. Inch by inch, she methodically explored his body, yet every time he showed restlessness she merely took note of how sensitive that spot was and gently caressed his head or petted him to relax him once more. 

Fitfully, he twitched and squirmed as his body responded unwittingly to her every tactile advance. Piece by piece she put together a picture of precisely where and how his body responded. 

“Such a sensitive boy, so helpless under my touch…” She grinned, and caressed him possessively. 

Her voice echoed through his unconscious mind, spurring his arousal on. 

“Just give in… give in to me… surrender yourself to me…”

Every tiny touch, every soft stroke, stoked a fiery and raging libidinous haze. Yet whenever he came close to being woken from the sexual fantasies wracking his mind, a soft coo and subduing hand was all it took to keep him under. 

Inevitably, though, as her voice permeated every level of his mind, there was a limit to what his sleeping body could take. When he suddenly awoke, he realised that the voice from his dream hadn’t stopped. 

“Couldn’t sleep? Did you have a… bad dream?” She asked innocently, with a toothy grin. 

“What were you doing!?” He demanded, tugging his body away from hers. 

“I promised to keep my hands to myself,” she responded, wiggling her fingers in his face in a way reminiscent of what she had been doing to him in his erotic nightmares. “I’m allowed to talk all I want. Nothing in our contract about that…”

He whined, pitifully, as it became clear that whenever he slept she would be whispering poisonous words into his vulnerable mind. Still, he resolved, it was just one month. If he could just make it to the end of the month she had to fulfil their bargain. 

*****

As the days passed, his waking thoughts became ever more obsessed with her, no doubt due to his nightly indoctrination with her lips practically kissing his ear. The only thing keeping him safe, at that point, was she hadn’t yet discovered his true weakness. Roger thanked his luck she couldn’t see into his dreams, or every possible fantasy he could ever have had with her would have been laid bare and as plain to read as the books he found himself lost in for hours each day. 

It had been one week since he had summoned her, and he was struggling mightily. In all that time, Elicet hadn't given him a moment to himself. Awake or asleep, in study or in relaxation, he couldn’t get away from her. She insisted that she was ensuring he kept his side of the contract, but he knew it was just a way for her to try to convince him to break their contract, to give in to her… to break him. 

In that, she was relentless. Elicet would try everything to provoke him sexually, from her words to her actions. She would bend over constantly, stretch her body out. Even though it was far from his personal tastes, after a week of no time to himself it was becoming difficult not to notice her every supple curve and delicate moan. 

At last he could take no more. She was gently caressing her own body, atop the table in the library, and beneath it his hardness was beating to the rhythm of his own heart in spite of himself. It was a purely biological need at that point. 

Putting the book down, he met her gaze. She innocently peered back. 

“Something wrong?” 

“I need some time to myself.”

“Oh? That’s a shame.” She said, smiling, as if that were the end of the matter. 

“Surely…” he began, but winced at her unflinching stare. “You must… you must have other things you could be doing.”

“Not until you finish those books, I’m afraid. I'm not leaving your side…"

Chewing his lip, he returned to the book, certain that behind it she was grinning widely and relishing his discomfort. 

That night, in bed, he could take it no more. Staring at the ceiling, he waited, heart pounding, until he was certain Elicet was asleep. 

Inch by inch, he crept out of bed, until he was in a sitting position. He had to get away from her, at least long enough to… work off some stress. 

Yet the moment he made to stand, he felt her arms around him. 

“Going somewhere?”

“No!” He yelped, and she simply pulled him back down, imprisoning him in her grip. 

“Sorry, it’s in our contract. You need to rest in order to succeed at our goal.”

“I can’t! I need time alone!”

“Oh? Why might that be?” She asked, rubbing her feet up and down his legs in a way that was only making things much worse. 

“You know why!” He scowled, 

“Awww, is the big, strong sorcerer all pent up? Is the mean old succubus not giving him time to himself? Does he need to squirt out a thick, creamy load of cum?”

He bit his lip, trying not to listen to her salacious words. 

“I guess you haven’t noticed it yet, have you?”

“W-what?”

“Don’t you remember? When I got here the first thing I did was test your cock. I put a little spell on those churning balls of yours. It’s probably why you’re so horny, actually.”

Looking down, now he could see the faint outline of some symbol on his balls. The delicate, wrinkled skin shone slightly with an unnatural glow, as what was a demonic sigil was clearly emblazoned there.

“What did you do!?”

“I just made sure you couldn’t find some way to get relief without me, in case you somehow snuck off. You are a sorcerer, after all, albeit a fairly substandard one. If you cum before our contract is up, then you belong to me!” She chirped, giddily, and fixed him with a victorious grin. 

He cried in frustration. Now it all made sense. 

“You know, you could make it easier on yourself. You could always just tell me how to get to you. Tell me your little secrets…” She whispered into his ear, gently petting the top of his head. “In any case, you can’t cum without surrendering yourself to me. That’s not my problem, though. You should have thought of that before summoning a succubus from hell.”

Whimpering, defeatedly, she simply clung onto him until he no longer had the strength to try and run. 

“Aww, poor thing. It’s okay. It’s only for a month. I’m sure you can hold out that long, right?” She whispered directly into his ear, now, lips grazing his skin with every hot breathy word. 

He shivered all over at the sensation and - he was sure - Elicet filed that knowledge away for future use. 

Somehow, eventually, he did sleep. Yet his dreams were if anything even more torturous than before. 

*****

As they studied - or rather he studied while Elicet observed him - he was reaching the end of his tether. He had never gone so long without release in his life, and just as holding back laughter only made the urge stronger, so too it seemed did his efforts not to become aroused. 

It was becoming difficult to focus, yet somehow he always found the strength to persevere. Whenever he felt his attention waning, he reminded himself of why he was doing this. He could do it, he told himself, he just had to be strong… But then, that was the problem to begin with. That was why he was here. To cover up his own weakness.

That thought crossed his mind, and he lowered the book for just a moment. It was a decision he would soon regret. Elicet was laid back on the table, and as he had been so engrossed in the twelfth edition of Miraset’s Recollections of Summons Study, that he hadn’t noticed Elicet had removed her shoes… and was now swinging her foot idly in the air. 

Roger forced his eyes back down, as he had so many times before, but the sudden flush across his face must have pricked her senses. 

“What happened?” She asked, with sudden interest. 

“N-n-nothing,” he lied, and tried to hide behind the book. 

She was silent for a while, until he watched with horror as her toes - camouflaged as human - crested the top of the pages and dragged the book down to allow her to stare into his eyes. 

“Something… has changed.” Elicet announced, coolly, and observed him from her relaxed position. She, however, no longer seemed idle. Indeed, he hadn’t seen her this intense since the day she had arrived. 

“I just… I just remembered something.”

Peering for a moment, she lifted her foot up. He kept his eyes fixed on the pages. 

Slowly, she wiggled her toes. Still, he kept his eyes fixed downwards. 

At last, she drifted her foot directly into his line of sight… And he whined silently. That, however, was all she needed. 

“Oh my… at last.” She gushed, and pressed his book to the table with her feet, demonstrating both the dexterity and power of her extremities. “So that’s what you’ve been hiding from me! Awww, that’s adorable. You like my feet, hmmm?”

She held them directly in his face now, and he couldn’t help but stare. The way they swelled and fell away, perfect curves and arches… he had never been this close to her feet before. They were simply… divine. Ironic, he thought, distantly. 

“You… you c-can’t…” he whimpered, but she didn’t seem to care. 

“I can do whatever I want as long as it doesn’t harm you.” She clarified, and held her feet directly in his face. “Wouldn’t you like to taste them? I bet they’re everything you’ve imagined and more…”

“I c-can’t read…” he murmured, slowly losing the urge to study when the objects of his desire were so close. 

“Hmph.” With a huff, she pulled them back. “Technically, I can’t do anything to prevent you from studying… but I guess it’s not my fault if you decide to look this way, now I know what you like to look at.”

At that, she began to stretch out, and always made sure to keep her feet directly where he could see them. For hours she did everything she could to be the perfect distraction. She moaned softly as she massaged them, and giggled softly as she tickled herself. 

“Oh, it would feel so wonderful to just bury your face in these feet of mine, wouldn’t it? Or maybe you’d rather feel them wrapped around your cock?”

A tear fell down his cheek as he realised that, for the next two weeks, she was going to make his life a living hell… quite like her home. 

*****

For days, he suffered in silence. Any time he felt the urge to relieve himself he was met with the gleeful, smug lips of Elicet; always accompanied by her flaunting feet and taunting toes. By now he was certain she could read his arousal, sense it the way creatures could sense danger; some perception she had of mortals and their sexual desires. 

Even so, he held out hope. As long as he just did as she said, and fought down his sexual urges, he could make it. Yet that was never going to happen if he couldn’t get some sleep. Elicet insisted on holding him close to her, unwilling to risk him escaping for even a moment. 

“Elicet…” he murmured, weakly, into her arm. 

“Hmmm?” 

“I can’t… I cant sleep. It’s too much! Surely… surely there has to be something in our contract about… that.”

Her feet were now constantly in contact with his body. Whenever she could, she found an excuse to rub them on his shin, his calf, his thigh… 

“Well I'm not the cause of it. It’s not my fault you’re a horny young guy who summoned a succubus and didn’t realise the consequences.”

“You are the cause!” he whined. “I can’t sleep when you’re… you’re so close to me. Holding me like this.”

She contemplated the situation for some time, during which she didn’t waver in her iron grip. 

“Well, I suppose I just need to be near you, and I am required to help you to some extent.”

Thanking his stars, he flexed his arms as she freed him at last. 

“I’ll just take the other end of the bed!” She announced, cheerily, and with a snap of her fingers was facing the other direction. 

It only took a moment for him to realise that now, instead of her eyes observing him as he slept, he would be face to face with those luscious feet of hers. 

“W-w-wait-” he stammered, but she wasn’t listening.

“No more complaints. Besides, I know this is what you want. That stiff cock of yours tells me all I need to know.”

With that she clamped her feet atop his face, and muffled his protesting whines. Throughout the night his cock throbbed mightily, and he knew that his willpower couldn’t take much more. 

*****

Despite her every effort, he kept working. It was stilted, and constantly interrupted, but he channelled his frustration into determination. Every time he felt temptation, he bit his lip and redoubled his efforts.

Indeed, despite everything, he was beginning to see results. 

It had taken days of constant study but he had now truly begun to see what Elicet had meant. His understanding of the sorcerer’s craft had previously been shaped around a hole he simply hadn’t understood. Roger had pieced things together, yet Elicet had taught him more in a little over a week than he had learned since his arrival at the college. 

It was all making so much more sense to him now; as though actually seeing her in the flesh had been the last piece missing from the puzzle. So much that simply hadn’t connected before now fell into place.

Even so, his renewed vigour could only carry him so far. Days dragged on, and Elicet never left his side. At last, though, inevitably the point came where he had finished the pile of books she had provided for him… only for her to smugly replace them with a second pile she had been preparing all that time. 

Distraught, he came close to breaking down at that. He wept openly and fell to his knees. 

Something about Elicet’s smug grin drove him on, though. He refused to show anu more weakness, not now, not when he was so close he could taste it.

“Transmutation?” He asked, reluctantly lifting one of her proferred books.

“You understand the premise of summoning. Now you need to understand how magic can change things.”

“How does this help me, though?”

“Your mortal mind probably couldn’t understand it if I tried to explain the precise nature of what you have contracted me to do. That’s the point, really. I’m preparing your mind for what your body is going to go through… once you’re ready. Of course, feel free to delay that moment as long as you like. I’m only bound to aid you once it’s safe to do so. Every moment longer gives me more time to work my way inside that cute little head of yours!”

She giggled so sweetly at those words, and all he could do was force himself to work, taking her threat at its word. 

*****

Two weeks since he had summoned Elicet, he woke to the feeling of her clinging to him still, and as he wrestled free of her grip, she simply followed after him. 

“My, you sure were struggling a lot in your sleep last night… good thing I don’t need rest. I don’t think I could have with how adorably you were squirming…”

Swallowing his retort, he made his way to the bath house. 

“Oh, what a lovely idea. Much better than that stuffy dungeon library. Decided to give in to me at last?” She asked as she ran her fingers across his shoulders from behind, suggestively. 

“I need to wash off,” he explained. 

“Sure…” she grinned. “Sounds fun.”

Ruefully, he realised that there was no chance she would pass up an excuse for them both to be nude together. As they entered, the steamy waters billowing gently below the marblework filled the air with heat and moisture. 

Elicet made sure he was looking her way as she slowly disrobed, taking every effort to flaunt her body at him while barely pretending she was doing anything but, ensuring to lift one of her soles and slowly caress her calf with it. 

He merely dumped his robes in a pile behind himself and made his way down the steps. 

Sitting in the hot water, he relaxed for the first time in two weeks. The tension in his body, fortified by a fortnight of zero relief of any kind, was at last dimmed… only for Elicet to gently dip her toes into the water directly by his side, as if testing the temperature. 

“Oh my, its so warm…” she cooed, playing her toes around delicately. “It feels almost like home.”

Roger couldn’t help but stare as her dainty foot moved along the surface of the water, gently splashing this way and that. Soon, however, the moment came to an end, and he was both relieved and saddened to see it go. 

Sitting by his side, she made sure to cuddle herself up against him as tightly as she could. 

“You know,” she mused, conspiratorially, “I am required to keep you healthy.”

At that, she moved a hand across his chest. 

“That means I need to ensure you’re clean.” She added, and out of nowhere, produced a sponge. 

“Does it now?” He asked, dejectedly. 

She merely nodded.

“Of course, you don’t have to clean me… unless you want to. I would love to feel your hands on my feet… or maybe you'd rather feel them on you?”

“Just… get it over with.”

Elicet slid in behind him, and he felt her body curling against his. It was hard to force himself to remember, at times like that, why she was there. She wanted to enslave him. Yet her demeanour made that so effortless to forget. 

As the sponge moved across him, he sighed. At least for now, he could just relax. Intended or not, the hot water and her movements were giving him some relief from the tension she had undoubtedly been intentionally building in him since she had arrived. 

Then the sponge moved under his arm, and he couldn’t help but flinch away. 

“Did that… hurt?” She asked after a few moments, as if worried. 

“N-no,” he murmured, shying away slightly. 

A few moments passed, and he was about to ask what she was doing, when her fingers moved to his sides and began to swirl around beneath the water. Instantly, he squirmed in her grasp, and tried to get away. 

“I should have known.” She hissed, excitedly, and danced her fingers across his skin. 

“S-stop!” He squealed, but she was relentless. 

“Does it hurt?” She asked, and paused momentarily. 

“No, but-” he said, and then immediately regretted it, as her ticklish torture continued with avengeance. 

“Then I’m not harming you. Oh my, you poor thing.” Her legs snaked their way around him, tightening around his legs and keeping her pinned to his back despite his desperate efforts to dislodge her. “Our contract merely requires me not to cause you harm… but this obviously isn’t hurting you, is it?”

Laughing so hard now he couldn’t speak, he merely tried, desperately, to get away from her. He was ticklish. Far, far more ticklish than most people, as it transpired. So much so that the mere thought of tickling was enough to make him shiver. 

And now Elicet had discovered it. One of his worst vulnerabilities. 

“Mmmm, far from it.” She cooed, as her fingers brushed across his now stiffened cock. “So, this is what you like, hmmm?”

Now her fingers drifted up to his quite sensitive nipples, curling around them in circles. 

“Awww, so sensitive. Poor boy… I guess you do have a weakness after all!”

This was what he had hoped would never come out. He couldn’t stand it, and yet he loved it, and he couldn’t stand that he loved it. 

Not only was she tickling him, but she was doing so in such a soft and gentle way. 

“It really doesn’t take much to get you giggling, does it, ticklish boy?”

She wasn’t even really trying. She didn’t have to. Indeed, the sensual, slow nature of it was getting to him. 

“I wonder just how ticklish you are?” She whispered, and began to scribble her nails across his sides. 

It tickled immensely. He screamed. He thrashed. Yet, between his tears, he felt his cock wilting.

“Very ticklish I see… my my. What a sensitive little thing you are.” 

With that, she wrapped an arm around his chest, slipping her soapy fingers in under one armpit as the other hand began to glide around his cockhead. If that wasn’t bad enough, she used her feet too, encircling his cock in a merciless grip and stroking him feverishly. 

“So helpless. To think all I had to do all this time was tickle your sensitive little armpit a little and you’d melt like a kitten in my arms!”

After nearly two weeks of abstinence, he was practically at his limit. Yet he held on. Through sheer force of will he was able to force himself to be still, resisting the urge to thrust himself into her ticklish fingers. 

“Poor, ticklish boy. Trying so hard not to squirm for me! I guess if I can’t get into your head, it’s lucky for me that your mind is trapped in such a sensitive body…”

“This ha-ha-has to be against the rules!” He groaned, every gentle movement of her fingers feeling like it was clawing away at his sanity. 

“Hmmmm, I don’t knoooow…” she mused, her fingers keeping up their slow and delicate torture, “how so?”

Roger’s mind reeled, desperately trying to piece together an argument, but it was like building on sand and every move of her fingers was a wave crashing against his psyche. 

“It - it -” he stuttered, trying as hard as he could not to laugh. “It-t’s n-not FAIR!” 

His plaintive squeal was followed by a gurgle of laughter as he shirked his neck, as she had begun to gently kiss all over the sensitive spots alongside his head. 

“Awwww… is the succubus you summoned being unfair? I guess you didn’t think our contract through very fully…” 

He whined pitifully, feeling his cock throbbing under her ticklish ministrations. She never went too fast, indeed, she made sure her tickling was gentle enough as if to reinforce to him just how weak he was. 

“Such a helpless, ticklish thing. Poor you… now the succubus has figured out your weak spots… I guess there’s no way you’ll hold out now.”

Sobbing, he could feel his orgasm building, and with it he knew would disappear any hopes he had of greatness. He would be her thrall, a slave to her sexuality, and any dreams he had had would be lost amidst a single, mighty climax. 

“Awwww, so weak and helpless. Can’t get away from my tickly fingers can you? I’m barely even touching you and you’re so powerless to resist me… I guess you really are hopelessly ticklish aren’t you?”

Roger could hold back no more. As she began to kiss and lick his ear, his moans came out heavy and strong, and his body moved on its own. Now he thrusted into those devilish fingers with reckless abandon, unable to hold back his arousal any longer. 

“Oh my, are you going to cum? Is the succubus tickling your sensitive little armpits and kissing your ears going to make you squirt out all your resistance? You know when you do you’ll be mine…”

He tried everything he could to stop himself, to hold back, but he just couldn’t make his body obey. Roger cried out, begging her to stop. 

“Such a shame, I was hoping to see if you would last the whole month… Who knows, maybe you would have been able to force me to fulfil my side of the bargain? Oh well, too late now. You’re going to cum for me and there’s nothing you can do to stop me…”

It was over. He knew it. Within him he could feel his orgasm rising, inexorably building towards a climax which he knew would be the last he ever had as a free man. 

It built, and built… and then it never came. He felt himself on the absolute brink, the knife edge of orgasm, and yet no matter what Elicet did he just could not crest his orgasm. 

His squealing turned to manic cries of anguish as he struggled to comprehend the sheer assault of sensations bombarding him. Never before had he had to experience such utter frustration. All the while, her gentle tickling continued unabated, leaving him helpless to do anything but squirm and laugh. 

“Something wrong? Oh my… I guess I forgot to mention it. You can’t cum without my permission. Another little side effect of that demonic mark I put on your cute little balls.”

Now he was totally beside himself. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t form thoughts. Nothing but the sheer mind-numbing ticklish touches she delivered and the overwhelming desire to cum filled his mind. 

“Hmmm… I suppose it wouldn’t technically be breaking our contract if you happened to cum from a little tickling, now, would it?”

In contrast to her words, she slowed the tickling of his cock, even as the rest of her torture continued. Two fingers was all it took to drive him totally insane. One then the other slowly curled under the hollow of his armpit, plucking away at his sanity like a violin string. 

“Then again, I guess it would rather go against the spirit of our agreement…”

Again, contrasting her words, she began to rapidly stroke the tip of his cock between her fingertips circled around his glans. 

She held him in limbo a few moments more before releasing him. Phantom touches kept him squirming long after he had been released from her grip, and she merely sat by the water’s edge and watched. 

“I can’t force you to cum.” She said, at last, when he was finally able to focus. “If I do, technically, your contract protects you. It has to be voluntary. You have to surrender yourself to me.”

He heaved deep breaths, his orgasm ebbing away from the brink ever so slowly. The feeling of such glorious pleasure slipping away brought him to tears, but he knew he was lucky to have survived it with his freedom intact. 

“Well, you have my interest, boy.” Elicet said, soothingly. “Besides, this is far more fun than my usual summons. I never get to tease a cutie like you as long as this.”

His cock ached with its lack of satisfaction, but slowly, he came back to his senses. 

“You… you mean…”

“I’ll help you achieve what you want.” She said, with finality. “In the end, it won’t matter. You’ll submit to me willingly… they all do.”