A Deal with the Devil Chapter 5

Their deal still stood, but having found the loopholes she needed, Elicet was now free to do as she liked. 

“I won’t make you cum,” she had promised, “until you beg me to. So I’ll just have to make you beg me!”

From that day on, Roger’s life was hell. His arousal had reached such a plateau that it never dimmed. All he thought of, constantly, was sex. Elicet… the way she had touched him still sent shivers down his spine. 

The loophole she had discovered allowed her to tickle him whenever she wanted. Whenever she thought he was slacking in his studies, she would slide her hands inside the sleeves of his robes, or simply peel them open to roam tenderly across his sensitive skin. 

In classes, as she sat beside him, her hand would snake inside his robes to dance along his soaking shaft, or tweak his sensitive nipples. Sometimes she would tease him just to see if she could get him to make a cute, embarrassing noise, something to get heads turning. Elicet had to admit to herself, she was quite enjoying this. 

Soon she began quizzing him on what he had learned thus far, and any wrong answer had only one type of punishment. Those punishments, of course, only made getting future questions correct that much harder, just as they did his cock. 

At night it was worse. She constantly traced her fingers across his naked body, having decided he was no longer allowed to be clothed in bed after a lengthy torture session of her tickling him into agreement with her feet firmly planted on his face. 

She seemed to adore how all it took was a tiny trace of the tips of her fingers under his arms, across his neck, or any of his other weak spots to not only have him squirming helplessly but also throbbing with arousal. 

By now, his cock was constantly leaking precum. He hated the itch it caused, and the delicious yet destructive temptation to stroke his cock every time he wiped it clean. 

Elicet, of course, was simply eating it all up. It was obvious if he stood any chance of winning her wager - of completing the ritual and achieving the power he needed to escape from her and overcome his weaknesses once and for all - he was going to have to focus everything into it. 

True to her word, Elicet did keep up her tutelage. When he was able to focus, he found her incredibly insightful, yet she seemed to delight in intentionally drawing his attention back to her feet, or in delicately tickling him just enough to make concentration nearly impossible. 

“Well,” she said at last, “I must say, I thought you would have cracked by now.”

His head was swimming, both from the realms of knowledge she had implanted into his mind, and the barrage of sensations to which he was exposed each day. 

“You’re very close to forcing me to fulfil my bargain.” Her voice sounded almost… wistful. 

Grimacing, he managed to force out a reply. 

“I won’t give in.”

Elicet merely sat back and admired him for a while after that. He was onto the last book, although he didn’t yet realise it. She had managed to befuddle his brain with such a cocktail of sexual frustration, tickling and feet that she doubted he could have told her his own name half the time. 

Yet still he persisted. Once he was done with that final tome, she would have run out of excuses to delay the final stages of his ascension. A pity, she admitted to herself. This had genuinely been fun for her. He turned the page mechanically, forcing himself to ignore her toes now slowly slipping under his arms to tease at the sensitive skin. Even so, he merely pulled himself out of her reach and remained stoic. 

“You really won’t… will you?” She whispered, almost to herself.

She slowly stopped, pulling them back. 

“Well, I suppose I should get ready.” Her voice was cool. Glacial. 

With that, she stood, and made for the staircase. For a few moments he just sat there, dumbfounded, his foggy mind barely able to comprehend what had just happened. 

She would be leaving him alone for the first time since he had arrived. 

“Don’t worry,” she said back to him, “soon you will have what you’ve been wanting all this time.”

*****

Cassandra had been studying hard for weeks. Oclennary college was a studious institution by any measure, and could be quite demanding at times. Her mastery of incantation was, she knew, lacking. Yet she could not focus. Her mind wandered. 

Mostly, it wandered because of Roger. 

She only knew him as an acquaintance, really, although that was more than many as he wasn’t the most outgoing. In a school where study was taken seriously, he spent more time studying than anyone she knew. Yet recently he had met that girl… what was her name? Elicet? 

That had been when she expected Roger to come out of his shell… but he had barely been seen for two weeks. Apparently he was spending most of his time in the old dungeon library with Elicet where few, if any, were willing to go. Most of the books in there were ancient and at best were but supplementary to the material they mostly engaged with. 

In part Cassandra was happy for him, she supposed. The guy had always seemed a bit shy and it was nice to see someone had managed to work their way into his life. It felt foolish, when studies were so critical, to be so worried about him. He’d met a girl, they were spending a lot of time together, so what? Even so, there was just something… off. Something off, which she couldn’t put her finger on. 

That thought stuck in her head. To put her finger on something… that might clear her head a little. Grinning mischievously, she shelved her books and laid back in her dormitory bed. Perhaps a little ‘alone time’ was just what she needed. 

Maybe that’s what Elicet and Roger were doing in that old library all those long nights. The thought came to her unbidden, but she didn’t exactly try to force the thought away. More than once she had considered maybe convincing a guy to meet her down there after class… maybe Roger. 

Parting her robes, Cassandra worked her nipples slowly, just the way she liked. A slow, grinding attrition was how she preferred her pleasure, and her fingers swiftly found their familiar positions. With her middle finger on her button, the two beside it began a gentle massage to open herself up to further pleasure. 

Sighing, she wondered if perhaps she just hadn’t been paying herself enough attention atop her studies. She had to admit there was a visceral logic to the idea. 

Roger, down there in the dungeon library… why did that idea keep coming back to her? Whatever, her libido insisted, it was working, so she simply rode the idea along with her thrumming fingers. Him and that new girl… that girl Elicet. Something about her was so… 

Cassandra wasn’t sure where here sex-drive was taking her, but she no longer cared. That girl, Elicet. 

Slowly, slowly, she worked herself up into a frenzy. Her arousal built upon itself, until she was getting turned on by just how turned on she was. Something was different, she wasn’t usually this - well - horny, but she didn’t care. Cassandra was on the edge of a titanic orgasm, one she hoped any students nearby wouldn’t hear. Absent-mindedly she grabbed a pillow with her spare hand and clamped it over her mouth to dull her moans. 

This was what she loved, the feeling of being this close to the edge, to giving herself over to a whirlwind of pleasure, to losing control…

The knock at Cassandra’s door came as a less than welcome surprise. Given class wasn’t for another hour or so she had been certain she had plenty of time for… Well, it didn’t matter. Hopefully whoever it was could be shooed away. She took a moment to redraw her robes and fix her now frayed and matted hair, in the hopes that whoever it was wouldn’t immediately realise what they had interrupted. 

She opened it to see Elicet, the girl who had so recently captured Roger’s heart, neatly standing before her with a placid smile. 

“Oh!” Cassandra offered, embarrassedly, “Hi, Elicet. Um, how long have you been outside my dorm?”

That was all she got out before Elicet was making her way inside without a word. 

“Sorry, wait, I’m bu-” 

“Oh no, no, don’t apologise. You were doing nothing wrong, quite the contrary! I’m so sorry to interrupt your… studying.” Elicet gave Cassandra a passing glance at that, slinking into the room soundlessly and sitting upon Cassandra’s mattress. 

“Uh, yeah,” Cassandra blushed, “s-studying.”

“I’m just so… Oh Cassandra…” Elicet lamented, “It’s Roger.”

For a moment Cassandra’s raging libido felt a dimming flame, as the objects of her recent fantasising were so thrust into her conscious thought. 

“What, um, what about… Roger?” Cassandra asked, and felt her thighs tense together just a little as she shut the door behind Elicet.

“You should probably sit down,” Elicet said, and patted beside her on Cassandra’s bed. “This might be a lot to hear.”

Nodding slowly, Cassandra wasn’t sure why, but she felt an urge to sit beside her that went beyond mere concern. 

“Roger and I have been studying a lot, lately…”

“Studying?” Cassandra asked, bluntly. 

“Yeah, just like you were moments before I came in.” Elicet levelled her gaze, none-too-subtly. 

Cassandra looked away for a moment and brushed her hair. Why was her arousal not going down? She wondered idly. If anything it was only getting… hotter. 

“I’m afraid he’s done something… drastic.”

Cassandra felt her chest swell with heat, and wasn’t sure why. 

“You see,” Elicet continued, “Roger has… certain tastes.”

“Uh huh…” Cassandra was a bit taken aback by this candid line of conversation. “Are you sure, um… sure this is something you want to talk to me about?”

“Well of course. After all, Roger does like you.”

Cassandra felt her throat tighten. Why was his girlfriend talking like this?

“He what?” 

“He likes you,” she repeated, and put a hand on Cassandra’s shoulder. “I thought you should know, because you like him too.”

“What… what is this, Elicet?” She asked, loosening her collar as she suddenly became far too warm. Was she just… embarrassed? Hadn’t she just been fantasising about Elicet? 

Why was it suddenly so hard to focus on anything but Elicet’s voice?

“That leaves us with a bit of a problem, though, Cassandra. You see… Roger is mine.”

“Elicet,” Cassandra said softly, a little afraid of the arousal now evident in her own voice, “I don’t, uhhh…” 

“Just listen…” Elicet soothed, and massaged Cassandra’s shoulder. “Just listen to my voice, breathe in deep… that’s it.”

“Why… is it warm in here?”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Elicet insisted, as she began to gently tug Cassandra’s robes aside. “But if you’re warm, let’s help you cool down.”

Cassandra shied away slightly, but Elicet merely leaned in to kiss her. At that, the girl wilted under the feeling of her warm lips and tongue dancing around her own. When they broke apart, Cassandra was nude once more, and felt her head throbbing with desire. 

“You can keep ‘studying’ while I talk, it might help you relax,” Elicet mused, and encouragingly pulled Cassandra’s hand down between her thighs and laid her own atop it. The girl merely shuddered as she felt her throbbing sex finally satisfied. 

“Y-you said… Roger…”

“Likes you, yes.”

“No,” Cassandra shook her head, trying to clear the thick pink fog invading her senses. “You said, um…”

“That I was worried about him. Yes. It’s why I came to you, his friend. You see, Roger has done something awfully unwise…”

Cassandra felt her thighs clenching around Elicet’s hand, clamped firmly atop her own and guiding her fingers in and out of herself. 

“What did… he do?” Cassandra asked breathily, leaning in to Elicet for another kiss.

“He summoned a succubus who wants to claim him as a slave.” Elicet whispered into her ear, and latched on to the girl’s neck, sucking and kissing and licking wildly. 

Panic flooded Cassandra’s system, but it was fighting a losing battle to her libido which had already gained far too much ground. Of course. Now it made sense, she thought dimly, through the swirling haze of rapidly approaching orgasm. She had already been verging upon a colossal orgasm, and now Elicet was forcing her to finger herself back to the brink. 

That smell, she smelled so divine. Her skin was so warm. Everything about her was turning Cassandra on so much it was like two reactive ingredients in a potion. 

No, she had to stop. Had to fight it. If she came… a succubus! She could only control her as much as she let her own pleasure control herself. Elicet must have been waiting outside as she fucked herself, waiting until she was at her most vulnerable. 

Wincing, Cassandra bit her lip, trying to force back down her desire to cum. 

“Uh uh, naughty girl,” Elicet admonished with a cooing, babytalk tone, and pinched the girl’s nipple just hard enough to elicit a throaty moan - and which was more than enough to demolish the girl’s mental defences let alone her concentration. 

Drooling openly, Cassandra felt herself thrusting eagerly, bouncing atop both her and Elicet’s combined four fingers.

“Please, please…” Cassandra whimpered, unsure if she was begging for the pleasure to stop or to take her over completely. 

Either way, Elicet seemed to have made the decision for her. 

“Cum for me, be a good girl and cum. Listen to my voice and obey…” Elicet spoke directly into her ear, punctuating every sentence with a lascivious and lavish lick of her lobe. 

“No!” Cassandra whined, but couldn’t force her body to stop. Even when she slowed, Elicet would just thrust her fingers rapidly, forcing more pleasure on the girl. 

“Wouldn’t it feel so nice to cum? A nice big, juicy orgasm, cumming away all your worries… then you’ll be my slave, and you can cum as much as you want!”

Sobbing, both in terror at her words and from the sheer mind-bending pleasure her body just couldn’t handle, Cassandra shuddered all over as she grew closer and closer. 

“It’s so much easier when you just give in, it’ll feel so good!” Elicet promised with poisonous words. “Don’t you want to be a good girl and cum your silly little brains out? Who wants to be a witch when you can be my servile little fuck pet?”

Elicet suddenly clamped a hand on Cassandra’s stomach and she felt a devilish heat radiating from her touch. 

“Mmmm, there we go. Now with my mark on you, you can only cum when I let you…”

At that, Elicet suddenly relented. Her fingers slid out of Cassandra, leaving her fingering herself. Trapped on the knife-edge of orgasm… Cassandra found she couldn’t push herself over. 

“W-what, what did you do!?” She groaned, squirming on her back as no matter how hard she tried she simply could not achieve the orgasm she so sorely wanted. 

Clawing at her abdomen, she looked down in horror to see an intricate pink tattoo glowing from her skin. She fingered herself almost automatically, now. Chasing an orgasm she knew she would not receive. The girl’s wet, slick noises and her staccato moans were a background to Elicet’s words. 

“Sorry, but before I make you cum, you and I have to make a little… deal. Where would your friend Victoria be round about now?”