Devil Short

Nasuva eyed the man from across the restaurant. Her diligent stalking had paid off; the human had shown up again after all. She licked her lips. Finally, a nice mage ripe for the picking. Too many men in Valisias were musclebound simpletons or attracted to musclebound simpletons. Men slipped through her fingers again and again, looking for warrior wives or being too obsessed with violence to tolerate. Philistines, the lot of them! Her body was just as good as those obscene figures she saw at the Academy. Sure, snuggling up to a man was a bit harder when you were a head shorter than they were, but Nasuva knew that she was FAR stronger than most of the students in Valisias Academy. Magic was the only REAL power worth having in this world. And as a devil, she had a lot of it. But even the magi at the Academy couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around what a wonderful woman she was. The obsequious fools chose to spend all their time groveling at the feet of minotaurs and ogres who treated them like property. Anon sat down and began to chat with the server.

Nasuva smiled. THERE was a man of distinction. Anon had shown time and time again that he was playing a different game than all the other men in the Academy. He had gone great lengths to avoid being molested or caught by any of his boorish peers. Rumor had it that he had even beaten a few of them away with magic. HE would understand her plight. Once she showed him her power, Anon would be helpless to resist her charms. Nasuva smirked as she imagined him signing away his soul and becoming a slave to pleasure, locked away in her home at her mercy. With a quick breath to compose herself, Nasuva crossed the restaurant.

“Be casual, a nice, friendly greeting. He doesn’t like overbearing. He’ll be defensive. Show him you mean no harm and get him to open up.” Thought Nasuva.

“Hey there, is this seat taken?” she asked, sliding into the seat across from him.

The man looked up at her in surprise. The book he was writing in sprawled out on the table in front of him, the page he was working on half finished. What could be in there, she wondered.

“You must be that human I’ve been hearing so much about!” said Nasuva. That’s it, hint that you’re not obsessed with him. You haven’t been stalking. Let him know he’s special. Men love that. Not that he was big news anymore; everyone in town knew about the strange half-albino with ambiguous origins.

“Sorry ma’am, I’m not here for company.” He replied curtly.

Nasuva took the blow in stride. The response was worse than she’d hoped, but about what she had expected. All accounts of Anon noted his brusqueness towards strangers. She would correct his behavior once she had his soul.

Ignoring his comment, Nasuva took the opportunity to get a better look at him. She had been watching him from afar for a few days now, and he was every bit as peculiar up close as he was at a distance. Pale skin, slightly below average height, an alien eye color, and a facial bone-structure unlike any she had ever seen before. Brushing aside his slightly off-putting looks, she moved in for the kill.

“Goodness! So Pale! Have you been taking care of yourself?” asked Nasuva. She pouted and looked up at the man with faux concern. Anon was fine, but men LOVED to talk about how hurt they were, or how sick they felt, or how exhausted they were when they got home from work. It drove Nasuva mad, just like it did with every other member of the Extremists. She knew that Anon was nearing his breaking point, worrying about what would happen to him during the Dorm Dash tomorrow night. All she had to do was offer him a little compassion and companionship. Once he realized that he had a haven in her arms, a place to be spoiled and relax, he would cave for sure. Anon was teetering on the edge; all she needed to do was give him a push.

Anon sighed. “Yes, that’s just the way my skin is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work that I need to be taking care of so…” He shrugged and paused. Raising his eyebrows, he looked away and flicked his head as an indication for her to leave.

Nasuva would not be so easily discouraged. Smiling at Anon, she used the mention of work as a foothold to advance the conversation in a way that moved her closer to the goal.

“Work hmm? I’m sure I can help you out with that. Wouldn’t you like some help from a cute little genius like myself?~” said Nasuva. That’s it… Strong, but not too strong. Open him up, tease him around and you’re golden…

Anon frowned. “No.” he said flatly.

This was going nowhere. Who knew he would be this obstinate? What a pain. No matter. There wasn’t a man alive who could resist a cute devil giving him some help with his work. Anon was still learning magic, hence his enrollment in the Academy. That meant that whatever magical problem he was dealing with, SHE could solve. Nasuva suppressed a smile and substituted it for a feigned pout.

“I understand that you’re a capable man, but you have to learn to rely on others too.” She said.

Before Anon could reply, she lunged across the table and snagged the half-finished book he was scribbling in.

“Hey!” he snapped, fumbling for his book.

“Ufufu… Something like this will be child’s play for such an intelligent and powerful monster like myself~” said Nasuva. Anything this human could do, she could do better. He didn’t look even half her age. A lifetime of arcane research allowed her to answer any question this novice might have on his journey into the study of magic.

She balked. The whole thing was written in strange, worming symbols. Unlike the elegant symbols of Common language or any recognizable minor dialect, these runes seemed to repeat at random intervals. Squiggles, curves, dashes, strange bubbles and hoops all rolled over the paper in front of her. Doing her best not to show her shock, Nasuva tried to parse out what the glyphs meant.

“Here’s your ale.”

Nasuva looked up meekly at the server as he set a mug of ale down for Anon, her mouth still slightly agape in shock and embarrassment.
“Who’s this?” asked the server, raising an eyebrow. Clearly he wasn’t fond of her presence at this table.

“Good question.” Said Anon, taking a sip of ale.

Nasuva slumped under the stern gaze of the two men. “I-it’s none of your business…” she said, trying to salvage the insubstantial foothold she had secured with Anon.

The server glowered at her. “Please don’t bother the patrons, miss.”

She flinched as he spat out the last word. Anon reached over and retrieved his journal.

Nasuva held back tears and clenched her lips. “I-I need to be going anyways. I’ll… yeah… later…uhh…”

Flopping out of the booth, she flew out of the restaurant and into the street. The shame of it all! How could she have been so naïve?! She had read that the man wrote and spoke his own strange language in the articles she had read, but with how fluent he was in Common, she expected him to be writing with it as well.

Fine then, she would find someone else! Someone less thickheaded. Someone who would be more receptive to her love. That uppity welp could scribble away in his precious book all day; what did she care?! He would get his beatdown soon enough anyways. It’s not like she was failing her duty to the extremists since his rape was imminent.

“Stay back!”

Nasuva’s pointed ears flicked as she heard the delectable sound of a man in distress. Glancing across the street, she saw that a young man from the Academy had attracted the attention of an ogre and her friends.

“Hey, calm down there, tiny. I was just asking you where you’re going.” Mocked the ogre.

Nasuva watched the scene unfold. Demons and devils had a bad habit of stopping to gawk at budding romance like this. It was always nice to see a man find a loving wife. She could see a few other succubi in the periphery trying not to look to conspicuous as they peeked at the drama as well.

“I know magic!” blurted the boy.

Nasuva snickered. That was one of the worst things you could say to an ogre. If you were weak, they’d smack you around a bit to inculcate the sentiment, but if you were a mage…

The ogre’s eyes narrowed.

“Magic, huh?”

Ogres had a notoriously sordid relationship with magic. Most of them seemed to find the idea of power coming from somewhere other than the biceps to be unsporting and perfidious. This ogre seemed no different. The brute reached out towards the tiny man. He extended his hand and a small arc of magic leapt between them. The ogre yipped and her friends laughed as she flailed her singed finger.

“You little shit, think you’re so tough just because you can shoot sparks?” snarled the ogre.

Everyone knew what was going to happen now. The young man was only now realizing that his extemporaneous use of magic to repel a woman one and a half times his size may not be a sage idea. Wrapping one of her hands in a scrap of cloth, the ogre reached for the man again. He retaliated with more sparks, but this time she seized his wrist.

“Gottcha!” she yelled triumphantly. Her cronies whooped and hollered as the boy thrashed in her grip.

Nasuva squirmed as the ogre’s free hand squeezed his crotch. Poor guy, looks like this would be the end of his magical education. Judging by how the brute’s friends were eyeing the lad up, he would probably be spending a considerable amount of time on his back from here on out. Looking around frantically, the boy began to plea with each passing monster for help. One by one, all the onlookers turned away when he cast his gaze on them. The ogre laughed and slipped her hand into his shirt.

“Kinda scrawny, ain’t he?” quipped the ogre, feeling the boy’s soft stomach.

The boy began to cry. He looked around in despair as the ogre began to work his shirt off. His pitiful stare ventured beyond the ring of spectators across the street. Nasuva’s heart skipped a beat as his eyes met hers. How could she leave him to those fiends?! This was a tender soul who needed to be loved, not toughened up!

“You! Please!” he shouted.

“Quiet, no one’s coming to help you. That mouth of yours better put as much effort into eating me out as it does screaming.” Said the ogre.

Nasuva flew across the street and began parting the gargantuan denizens of Valisias. Why the hell was everyone in this town so giant?!

“Hey!” she shouted up at the wall of green muscle in front of her.

The ogre blenched and looked down at the minuscule figure. Nasuva hardly passed her waist. The boy beamed as the devil planted her hands on her hips and glared up at the amazonian.

“Let him go.” Said Nasuva firmly.

The ogre stared. The ogre’s friends stared. Everyone watching the drama stared. The ogre seemed to be processing an entire spectrum of emotions, as if she couldn’t choose between confusion, anger, or amused.

“Are- are you talking to ME?” asked the ogre incredulously.

Some of the women behind Nasuva hissed at her to back off and cut her losses but she ignored them.

“I am. Put him down.” Said Nasuva, puffing out her tiny chest.

The ogre snorted and flashed a condescending grin, showing off her long canines. “Uhh… listen kid… If you got a crush on this guy, you can arm-wrestle one of the gals for a place in line. But there’s no way in hell that I’m going to let this spark-shooting twinkle-toes get away without teaching him a lesson.”

Nasuva held out her hand and summoned a ball of fire. The ogre grit her teeth as she watched the flame dance in the devil’s tiny palm.
“Well I can do a lot more than just sparks. Now let the boy go.” Said Nasuva.

The ogre looked at the boy, the crowd, and the devil. She had foolishly put both her libido and her pride on the line by accosting the novice mage. Nasuva knew just as well as anyone that a warrish woman like this would fight, even if it was against impossible odds to preserve a scrap of dignity.

“Sis, she’s a devil…” muttered one of the ogre’s friends.

The ogre dropped the boy onto the muddy cobble and snorted. “Fine. Keep him. Runt would’a died if I’d taken him anyways.”

Monsters parted as the pack slunk away to find easier prey. The crowd dispersed as quickly as they appeared, disappointed by the lack of sexual assault. Nasuva squatted beside the boy as he sat up and rubbed his back.

“Are you alright?” she asked sweetly, in the most disarming tone she could manage. He smelled delectable. It took every once of willpower she had not to drag him away and partake of his flesh.

He let out a rattling sigh and wiped his eyes. “Yes.” He said rather unconvincingly.

Nasuva gently laid a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t protest. Perfect. Biting her lip to keep herself from smiling, she helped him to his feet while pressing her body into his as much as possible.

“Thank you.” He said.

“Of course! I couldn’t just let those animals rape you like that.” Said Nasuva. “What’s your name?”

“Erion.”

“I’m Nasuva. You attend the Academy, right?” said Nasuva poking the emblem sown onto his chest.

“Yeah…” he sniffed.

“But don’t you want to be a mage?” asked Nasuva.

Erion looked askance at the petite demon. “What do you mean? Valisias Academy has magical studies.”

Nasuva scoffed. “Only for adventurers. No one in that school is interested in unraveling the arcane; all they’re interested in is power and money. Guys like you are there for one of two purposes: healing or semen.”

“That’s not true!” blurted Erion.

“Oh? Then tell me all the magical classes you’ve taken so far.” said Nasuva.

He fidgeted. “…Introduction to pharmacomancy and healing miracles of hieromancy… But I haven’t been there very long!”

“Clearly not. I’m surprised you survived a day without being claimed.” Said Nasuva.

“Are you just here to make fun of me like everyone else?” said Erion.

“No. I’m not one of those club wielding savages. I’m a mage.” Said Nasuva, conjuring a ball of light in her hand. Erion stared at the shimmering luminescence as it danced in her palm. “And I can tell that you’re special, Erion.” She snuffed the light. He looked at her, dumbfounded.

“Really? Me?” he asked.

“Yes. You don’t want to be relegated to the role of a nurse, do you? No, you have far greater things in your future…”

Erion’s mouth gaped slightly as he stood mystified, trying to wrap his head around Nasuva’s purposely ambiguous statement. Too easy. This poor fool was past taking the bait; Nasuva already had him in the boat. Her tail flicked back and forth in amusement as the boy composed himself and tried to put on a façade of aloofness.

“Oh? Like what?” he probed, folding his arms.

“You have potential, you could be anything!” Nasuva summoned another ball of light, and split it with both hands. The light split into a thousand tiny fragments, forming a tiny constellation of stars between her hands. “A master of the arcane, a wise scholar, a powerful battlemage… Anything you want.” Said Nasuva.

“Anything?” echoed Erion.

Nasuva slammed her hands together and the illusion vanished. “No.”

Erion cocked his head in confusion. His brow furrowed and his fists clenched as he glared down at the devil. “But you said-“

“I said you can be anything you want. But not if you throw away your potential by being taken by some halfwit in that Academy. You’re one of the best, but you need training that suits your skills.” Said Nasuva.

Erion nodded intently. Cute. Men were weakest when you appealed to their egos; Nasuva’s older sister had taught her that.

“It took me years to get this good.” Said Nasuva. “What you need is a private instructor. It’s the best way to learn.”

Erion gulped. “A private instructor? You mean apprentice under a mage?”

“Oh, no. Apprenticeship sounds appealing at first, but then you realize that you’re doomed to live in their shadow until your training is complete. Five or six years of fetching ingredients and books, cooking and cleaning, and the endless note taking that goes on every day. And all that hinges on her not claiming you either. If she’s bossy as your mentor, she’ll be even worse as your wife.” Said Nasuva.

Erion’s shoulders slumped.

“What’s wrong?” asked Nasuva.

“I just feel like there’s no good way to learn magic sometimes…” he said dejectedly.

Nasuva gulped. He was as good as hers.

“You want to learn at your own pace, right? Without fear of being claimed? Without being ordered around like an underling? All you want is to be afforded the respect you deserve…”

“Exactly! I can do it, I just need some time and practice to hone my talents.” Said Erion.

“Hmm… How about we make a deal?~” said Nasuva.

Erion frowned. “A deal?”

“I’ll help you out with your magical endeavor. It’s an investment for me; the world could always use more wise, competent mages such as yourself.”

Erion beamed.

“But, you must live in my house. I will take payment in the form of a small helping of your mana every week.”

Erion’s face contorted with rage. “You just want to claim me for yourself you harlot!”

Nasuva raised her hands defensively. “I promise, I won’t marry you unless you beg me too. I won’t use magic on you while you are in my care either. But to provide your board, I’ll have to buy more food than usual. If I take a tiiiiny amount of mana every week, I can cut down on our food costs and give myself the energy to show you all the wonders of mana manipulation.”

Erion huffed and folded his arms. “You won’t use magic on me?”

Nasuva nodded. “No magic.”

“And you won’t rape me?”

“I won’t.”

“And what if someone else tries to?”

“Ahh, I can fix that right now! If I rub a little of MY mana onto you, the other mamono won’t give the time of day.” Said Nasuva.
“That sounds a lot like marriage…” said Erion skeptically.

“Do you want it or not?” snapped Nasuva. Why did she always get the thickheaded ones?

“Alright!” said Erion, recoiling at her persistence. “Just… no tricks.”

Nasuva cast the mark over him. Some of the surrounding monsters perked up and sniffed the air, casting dirty glances at the novice mage.

“Done. Shall I show you around our house, Erion?” asked Nasuva.

Erion nodded. “I’ll get my things, meet me in front of the Academy.”

~~~~~~~

For a quasi-secret society of demons and devil seeking to subvert mankind, the Radical Faction had surprisingly good benefits. All the money they gained from “liberating” a city went right back to the members who made it possible and their families. Monsters could apply for liberally distributed “grants” too; need a new axe to fight a paladin? Have some gold. That guy will be all yours if you can get a new dress? Have some gold. Seduced a man, but need a house to start a family? Have some gold.

Nasuva grinned. Now that Erion was snared in her thicket, (just metaphorically so far), the Faction would be more than willing to compensate her for her efforts. All those years of paying membership dues would finally pay off!

“Here we are!~” she smiled, spreading her arms in front of her house.

Erion clutched his suitcase. “It’s… smaller than I’d imagined it to be…”

Nasuva’s eye twitched. Such insolence!

“I assure you, it is plenty big for any magical endeavor, as long as you don’t plan on using it for any sort of target practice.”
Erion looked less than convinced, but nevertheless entered when Nasuva held the door open for him.

“Oh…” he gasped, looking around the foyer.

“What is it?”

“This is more… cozy than I imagined…” he said.

A rather common misconception held by humans and mamono alike was that demons and devils were obsessed with obscene imagery and hedonistic lifestyles. In reality, many demons were shrewd housekeepers, and diehard aesthetes. Some of the art they collect may focus on depravity, but rarely did a Radical commit herself so wholly to sex that she neglected the other aspects of a good home. Until she got married…

Nasuva remembered a visit she made to one of her superiors once. Every room in the house was in dereliction; even the bedroom. When she found her with her husband on that splintered bedframe, the demon had hardly acknowledged Nasuva’s presence. Just handed her a sheet of instructions and went back to fellating her beloved. There was so much spirit energy in that den of debauchery that Nasuva had felt high for the rest of the day. From that day forth, it had been her life’s goal to become just like her big sister.

“I’ll show you around. This is the living room, the dining room is right over there…” said Nasuva. She fluttered up the stairs. “Your room is at the end of the hall, next to the study. You can do all your work in peace there. My room is the closest one to the stairs.”
Erion nodded in approval. “You said that you had food here, right?”

“I do, why do you ask?”

“Since I was in a hurry to pack my things, I never had a chance to get lunch.” Said Erion, rubbing his stomach. “But if you want to wait until dinner, I’ll be fine.”

Jackpot.

“I’m feeling a bit puckish myself, as a matter of fact. You get yourself settled in and I’ll get us something to eat.” Said Nasuva.
Flying down the stairs, she threw open one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out an apron. Pink, frilly, cute, and modest. A perfect first impression apron.

Humming to herself, Nasuva collected a bushel of ingredients and set to work dicing, simmering, slicing, and seasoning. After an hour of work, she pulled a tray of bite-sized meat pies from the oven.

Her pointed ears flicked as she set the tray down. She could hear Erion thumping around upstairs, putting his clothes into the dresser and adjusting the furniture to his liking. He’d better get comfy; Nasuva planned to pamper him so much he would never leave the house again.

Placing a few of the pies onto a plate, Nasuva flew up the stairs and knocked on Erion’s door.

“I brought you some food, de- Erion~” she chimed. Careful, she thought. Can’t go calling him ‘dear’ yet.

Erion cracked the door. His eyes went straight to the plate of food in her hands and he eagerly opened the door for her. Taking the plate, he popped one into his mouth.

“Wow, these are good.” He remarked. “And here I was worried that I’d be forced to eat gruel for the duration of my stay.”

“You haven’t tasted anything yet.” Puffed Nasuva. “I’m an excellent chef.”

“I can tell.” Said Erion, polishing off the last of the meat pies.

“So, now that you’re here, why don’t you tell me eeeeverything you want to learn about magic.”

Erion gave her a quick list of all the types of magic he wanted to learn and all the techniques he wanted to master. Nothing out of the ordinary. His aspirations were grandiose and naïve, but theoretically attainable. With an extended lifespan after incubization, of course.

“So ambitious!” said Nasuva. “I’ll do my best to help fulfill every desire you have, as long as you give back to the world.”

Erion smirked. “Of course! Once I have finally reached my potential, I’ll be able to right all wrongs on this plane.”

Nasuva nodded. “Then, let’s get started.”

~~~~~~

Nasuva hummed to herself as she folded the laundry. Doing chores had felt much more palatable since she had purchased the maid outfit she wore. Cooking and cleaning for someone else just felt right when she was in the risqué ensemble. The arachne that had made it was truly a visionary; Erion couldn’t control his lustful gaze when she was around. From the study, she heard a profanity and a loud thump.
Think of the devil…

Carrying the laundry upstairs, she neatly placed it in Erion’s dresser (making sure to rub some of her perfume into his collars) and knocked on his study door.

“Master? Is everything alright?” she asked sweetly.

The transition to calling Erion ‘master’ had been seamless. All it took was a week of stoking his considerable ego and the maid uniform. Every time she said it, his chest swelled with pride.

“Yes.” Muttered Erion.

Nasuva opened the door. Erion was bent over his desk, one hand running through his hair as he tried to copy a spell from one of Nasuva’s many textbooks.

“Do you need help with anything?” she asked, sliding next to him.

The height he sat at was perfect. He was just high enough to look down at her, but not so much that it couldn’t be considered eyelevel. His face softened as he glanced over into her red eyes.

“…Yes. This part here, I can’t figure out the incantation.”

“Which part? Show me.” Said Nasuva softly.

Erion pointed at the page. Nasuva reached out and placed her hand on top of his.

“You read it like this: Aschuk, meand, vontiel…”

She guided his hand like a planchet across the page, coaxing each syllable out of him. Erion’s face reddened. Nasuva smiled as she felt his pulse quicken in his wrist.

“…Numidux. Do you understand now, Master?” said Nasuva.

Erion looked at her and gulped. He nodded and quickly returned to his work, doing his best to keep his eyes off her low-cut uniform.

“A pleasure to be of service.” She said with a short bow. “I’ll tidy these papers up before I go. Dinner will be in an hour.”

Bending at the waist, Nasuva took her time picking up all the crumpled pieces of paper that littered the floor. Erion watched her intently, his eyes affixed on her petite ass hidden by only a few inches of skirt. Naturally, Nasuva could have just used magic to clean the entire room, but Erion didn’t seem to mind that she did things the old-fashioned way. He had scarcely breathed when she used a stepstool to dust the highest shelves on the bookcase the other day. The arachne was right: this outfit was made to be worn without panties.

After the last of the rubbish was removed, Nasuva quietly returned to the kitchen to work on today’s culinary masterpiece. Lately she had been experimenting to see how much demon realm fruit she could put in Erion’s food without him noticing. Yesterday she had gone a little too far. He had been awake half the night relieving himself after an extra dose of sticky mushrooms. Sucking the stains out of his sheets had taken hours.

Nasuva added a handful of prisoner fruit to the sauce she was boiling. Things were going swimmingly. Erion was making minimal progress on his studies with Nasuva’s constant distractions. Any time she was in eye or earshot, his work ground to a halt as he paused to enjoy the view. And she was around him constantly. Tidying his living space, making his meals, bringing him laundry, and of course, tutoring him in the ways of magic. At first, he had done his best to hide it. Now, Erion openly stared at her as she tended to him. Nasuva smiled to herself. Tonight, she would collect her “rent.” And perhaps a little more…

~~~~~~~

Erion sighed with satisfaction as he took the first bite of dinner. The prisoner fruit reduction had turned out marvelously.

“How is it?” asked Nasuva.

“Phenomenal. Living here was the best choice I ever made.” He said.

“Speaking of living here, it’s been a week since you arrived.” Said Nasuva.

Erion flinched and gulped. “Yeah…”

“It’s nothing to fear. I promise.” Said Nasuva.

“Do I just… pleasure myself into a jar?” asked Erion.

“You could. Or I could ‘help’ you.” Said Nasuva.

Nasuva could FEEL his lust swell as he looked down at her. She subtly pressed her pert breasts together, giving him a better view of her cleavage.

“By help you mean-“

“I already promised to do ANYTHING you asked, to help you with your studies.” Said Nasuva.

Erion stared at her breasts. A funny little grin crept across his face as he realized the full implications of his deal with Nasuva.

“Th-then I’ll take you up on that offer. It will be faster this way, right?” reasoned Erion.

“Not too fast, I hope~” said Nasuva.

Erion smiled lecherously. Nasuva shuddered. This is what devils lived for. Here was a man who was on the precipice of losing himself to his own lust. All because of her.

“I think you would be more comfortable if I ‘collected’ what’s mine in my bedroom.” Said Nasuva.

Erion nodded dumbly, perfectly tractable in his lust-addled state. Nasuva slowly and purposefully left the table and started up the stairs. Erion quickly wiped his mouth and followed her. Nasuva’s tail flicked to the side to give him a better view. She giggled as he missed a step and had to catch himself on the banister.

“Careful~” she mocked.

Moving down the hall and into the bedroom, Nasuva beckoned Erion in and gestured to the bed.

“Have a seat. Get comfortable.”

Erion hurriedly staggered over to the bed and sat down. “W-what do you want me to do?”

“Funny, I was about to ask YOU the same thing~” said Nasuva.

“Your mouth!” he blurted. “I mean, I uhh… You know! With your…”

“I understand. Master~” winked Nasuva. “Care to help me out?” she said, tugging on his pants.

Erion’s trembling hands shot down to his waist. It took him a few seconds of fumbling before he could get his belt undone. Nasuva could already smell his arousal; the thick scent of his spirit energy seeping out had threatened to overwhelm her at dinner. She watched intently as he disrobed, tossing his pants and damp underwear into a corner. A snack for later…

Erion sat awkwardly on the bed, his member already slickened with precum, unsure of how to proceed.

“Shall I begin?	~” asked Nasuva coyly.

Erion nodded, mouth hanging agape.

Nasuva licked her lips. Finally, at long last: a husband! Extending her wide, mauve tongue, Nasuva lapped up the first bead of semen pooling at the tip of Erion’s shaft. He groaned, thrusting his hips at her in a futile attempt to go deeper into her mouth. Nasuva giggled as he advanced towards her, smearing her cheek with his viscous fluid.

“Easy now, I’ll take care of you.” Said Nasuva. She grabbed hold of his shaft and gave it a few pumps to show her commitment to his pleasure. Erion sighed in frustration and lay back onto the bed. Nasuva’s free hand gave his balls an affectionate squeeze, eliciting a panicked yelp from her lover. Erion’s blushing face glowered at her from above.

“Just seeing how much I’m getting~” said Nasuva giving his cock an affectionate kiss.

Opening wide, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled the head with her tongue. Both hands worked in tandem to pump and knead Erion’s package to coax more of the life-giving spirit energy out of him. Erion was awash with pleasure, arm draped over his eyes as he rolled his hips back and forth. Nasuva stifled a pleasured moan as the warmth of his essence began to seep into her. She could FEEL herself gathering strength. Strength like never before. Strength to break this man with pleasure.

Erion’s package tightened as Nasuva pushed him over the brink. The sticky mushrooms she had been mixing into his food proved their worth as the first gob of semen shot down her throat. She slowed the pace of her jerking, greedily lapping up all Erion had to give her. Arching his back, he thrust as far into her mouth as he could. Nasuva acquiesced his desires, lowering herself to the base of his shaft. Her soft, silver hair cascaded over his thin hips as she finished her meal. Unsheathing his cock from her throat, she let out a satisfied sigh as his spent dick flopped onto his belly.

“Paid in full~” she said licking her lips.

Erion groaned. No doubt that he was feeling a little woozy after losing so much spirit energy. Nasuva crawled onto the bed next to him. Snuggling up beside him, she wrapped herself with one of his arms and nuzzled the side of his head.

“So, now that you’ve ‘paid the price,’ do you want to extend this arrangement for another week?” asked Nasuva.
“Yes.” Croaked Erion.

“I thought so~” said Nasuva.

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Erion’s fingers dug into Nasuva’s hips as he dragged her back into him. Pistoning his hips without care for her wellbeing, he deposited another load of semen into her tight cunt. Nasuva moaned and wrapped her thin tail around his throat.

“Shouldn’t you be studying, Master?~” she chided.

“Shut up… I’ll study later…” panted Erion.

Nasuva felt his member twitch inside her as his incubus body readied itself for another round. It had been days since either of them had set foot outside the bedroom; who knows how many days had passed? Erion began his rhythmic thrusting again, and Nasuva matched his pace.

“Ahh~ Does if feel good?” she asked.

“…Yes.”

“Are you happy?”

“Very.”

“Do you love me?”

Erion ignored the last question and redoubled his efforts. Nasuva tightened her tail’s grip on his throat.

“Ow! Yes! I love you. Keep going!” said Erion.

Nasuva smiled and offered one of her hands to him. He took it, nearly crushing her tiny palm in his as he clasped it.

“Happy to be of service… Master~”