Ange took a deep breath to steady herself. Her roommate had snuck out of the room about fifteen minutes ago, enough time for Ange to be certain that she wouldn't be back any time soon.

There was always a risk of being caught, in a dorm room with no locks, but over time, Ange had gotten used to the ebb and flow of activity in the school. There wouldn't be another room check for another few hours, and this wouldn't take THAT long.

She moved her hands down to her underwear and started light, short strokes through the fabric. She was sensitive, and touching herself directly usually brought more pain than pleasure.

After a few seconds of only fluttery hints of arousal, she grimaced in frustration. It was proving hard to keep hold of a titillating mental image tonight.

Ange didn't usually waste time thinking about other people's situations, but it was times like these she envied her roommate having a boyfriend. It must be easier with two people involved, she couldn't help but think.

"You called, Ange-sama?"

Ange jerked her hand back like it had caught on fire as her eyes flew open. There, hovering just a few inches above where Ange lay on the bed, was Mammon.

"M...Mammon?! What are you doing here?"

"You summoned me," Mammon said.
Her tone was perfectly in character for furniture, but her face was another story. Her grin made Ange feel even more embarassed.

"I didn't summon you!" she retorted.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Mammon said, moving even closer. Ange froze, torn between moving back and moving closer. "A lot of witches use their furniture for things like this."

"I..."

The only other witch Ange had met was Maria, who seemed a little too young to be using her familars as sex toys.

"I'll make you feel good, just like you want. It does feel better with another person."

That whisper made something deep within Ange throb. Any reservations she had left were gone, and she hesitantly spread her legs.

Mammon paused, taking in the sight of Ange wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Ange's chest moved up and down in shuddery, aroused breathing as Mammon did nothing but stare for the longest time. Her nipples hardened in anticipation.

"You'll have to concentrate, Ange-sama," Mammon finally said. "I don't have enough power to manifest completely."

"W...what should I do?"

"Close your eyes, and don't open them no matter what. It will aid your focus if you don't have any other distractions."
Ange did as requested. It seemed like minutes rolled by without anything happening, and Ange was just about to open her eyes again and ask Mammon if it was working, when she felt a puff of breath against her right nipple.

The sensation was so sudden that it hardened ever further, jutting from her breast in a way she'd never achieved with her own fingers. She heard Mammon laugh, a high pitched giggle.

"So you're sensitive there, huh?"

Before Ange could respond, a mouth closed around it, sucking hard. She gasped.

"Ah...aaaaah, that's..."

She felt Mammon's hand against her left breast, squeezing and pinching her other nipple into similar hardness. Ange flushed, panting her arousal.

"Mammon...please..."

"Please what, Ange-sama? You have to make your orders clear if you want your furniture to follow them."
The mouth left her nipple and licked a path underneath her breast to the other one. Somehow, Mammon seemed to unerringly know all her weakest points. Ange writhed in pleasure as that demonic tongue attacked a point right underneath her left breast while Mammon's hand switched to her right nipple and began to torment it just like she had done the left one.

Mammon seemed to enjoy coaxing sounds from Ange's throat. She attacked mercilessly until Ange gave her the groan or whimper she desired before moving on to a different spot in her painfully slow progress down Ange's stomach.

She stopped between Ange's thighs. Ange shifted, aware that it was more than just sweat that had caused her underwear to cling to her skin.

"It looks like I've been more than satisfactory so far, Ange-sama." Again, she giggled. "Would you like to finish the rest yourself?"

Ange was tempted to open her eyes, to see the expression on Mammon's face firsthand. Was she looking at her with a greedy expression of desire? Or was it something softer, more loving? Instead, she clenched her eyes even tighter, focusing all her power on making Mammon corporeal.

"Ange-samaaa?"

"Please...finish me. Make me come!"

Mammon tittered. Ange jerked as fingers lightly danced where her thighs met skin.

"Stop...teasing...me!"

It was a moan more than an order, but Mammon still stopped.

"As you command."
Ange swore she could feel Mammon's hair as she lowered her face between Ange's thighs, tickling her most sensitive spots and making her squirm. A hand moved her sodden underwear to the side, playing with the red curls that covered the upper portion of her cleft. Then, Mammon's tongue, darting in past the lips of her pussy to play with the inner walls, carefully avoiding her clit.

Ange groaned. Her right hand twisted in the bedsheets to resist the temptation to hold that mouth to her pussy tightly, to direct her to all the spots she wanted touched. Mammon added a finger, lightly teasing the edge of her hole, sometimes darting past the entrance, but leaving before she could feel full and satisfied. Wet sounds filled the bedroom.

"You taste delicious," Mammon whispered. Ange thought she heard her licking her lips.

Finally, those talented lips reached Ange's clit at the same time as she plunged two fingers deep within Ange's hole, curling them to massage Ange's g-spot. She sucked and nibbled with all her strength, working Ange's clit and hole simultaniously.

Ange convulsed with pleasure. She threw her head back and moaned wantonly, not caring if the girls next door heard. Her hips jerked in time to Mammom's movements. Deep down, she noticed that the wilder her thrusting and the louder her groans of pleasure, the harder Mammon worked.

The pressure built and built. Ange squirmed, half begging half pleading until one last thrust into her pussy undid her. She writhed around Mammon's fingers, juices squelching as she came. Then, when Mammon didn't stop moving, Ange threw her head back and panted as the second orgasm overtook her, thighs trembling with exertion.

With that, Mammon seemed content, because she stopped moving and withdrew completely. Ange's eyes fluttered.

"No, don't open your eyes. You've used too much of your energy to sustain me if you do."
The voice came from somewhere to Ange's right. It sounded like Mammon was lying right next to her, close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Don't you want me to..."

"Serving you is my pleasure, Ange-sama."

Unlike the laughter and teasing from before, this was low and tender. Ange felt tears come to her eyes unbidden.

She needed to see what Mammon looked like at this moment, lying beside her. She needed to see the love and devotion written on Mammon's face. Hearing it just wasn't enough. She needed to know, with all her heart.

Ange opened one eye, just a crack. Surely that wouldn't be enough to break the spell.

The space beside her was empty and cold. No other person had been laying there at any point in time.

Her fingers were sticky with her own juices.

Ange curled up and cried.