This is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults. The following chapter includes depictions of trauma, unintentional suicide, forced servitude, and voyeurism. Reader discretion is advised.
‘De… what?’ Elva felt her weight fall onto her legs; the strength in her arms failed as well as her hands fell limply into her lap. ‘I must have heard her wrong…’ “I-I-I don’t understand… How,” her voice quivered as her eyes darted in panic; nothing was making sense. “How can I be dead?”
“The ritual you performed called for virgin blood,” she stated as she raised her left arm to rest her cheek in her palm. “Did you use your own?”
‘My own?’ Elva simply nodded in affirmation, unsure of what that had to do with her death.
After a moment of silence, the woman’s cold composure broke as a sly grin graced her lips. Slowly, she began to giggle as her head fell into the bed, hiding her expression.
“Wait… Wh-what’s so funny?” Elva asked in a fluster. ‘What’s funny about me being dead?’
“Virgin,” she waited to answer until her laughs began to subside and her head raised from the bed. “Virgin materials are sacrificial offerings that need to be clean and unused in previous rituals. If you used your own blood, well, you sacrificed yourself to perform the summoning.”
‘S…sacrificed… myself?’ Elva just stared blankly ahead; what she said made sense though it didn't seem possible. ‘H-how can that be all?’ Elva raised a hand to her head to try and still her racing thoughts and darting eyes.
“But I guess,” the woman continued as she propped herself onto her arms, “since you appeared at my bedside, you were the one who summoned herself to me. Which is not only very unorthodox for a human, but very rude, and quite illegal.”
‘I-illegal? Rude? I…I just,’ Elva thought before her head fell into her hands. ‘I just wanted to feel safe… how could I end up dead?’
“Kitten!” the woman snapped a second time, throwing Elva out of her daze.
“Y-yes??” Elva nervously shouted as she threw her arms back at her side and opened her eyes wide. ‘Am I really dead?’ Elva pondered as she noticed the woman's piercing gaze. ‘Because I still feel like she can kill me.’
The woman started to speak again in a quieter tone, “Regarding your circumstances, you're uncontracted and you’ve intruded into my home, both of which are serious crimes for a human to commit, even in the Lower Key of Hell.”
Elva blinked twice as she tried to comprehend what the woman said. ‘D-did she say… Hell?’
“Since I’m so generous, I’ll give you a choice," she continued, though her disinterest showed when she began to examine her nails. “I can send you to the auction house where all the other humans go. Another demon will take you then you will be their slave for as long as your sentence lasts. Or,” she paused before speaking further to look back at Elva, no longer distracted by her fingers, “you can sign a contract with me and be my sex slave.”
‘S-sex slave?’ Elva sat agape for a moment, overwhelmed by her circumstances and the choice presented to her. ‘Okay… maybe I should have heeded Móra's warning better, but… am I really dead? This all feels so,’ Elva glanced up from her daze to see that the woman's eyes were still calm as they looked down at her. ‘I thought I was summoning an incubus, too. I definitely didn't expect to summon a… succubus.’
“Is there an issue with me being a succubus?” The woman's tone shifted to that of annoyance; her brow furled while a cross look overtook her expression.
Elva’s heart stopped as her head popped up and her eyes widened; the woman's gaze seemed to pierce right through her. ‘Was I talking aloud??’ She lowered her head in embarrassment, trying to understand what was happening. ‘No, I...I was just thinking. Is…is she,’ Elva glanced back up to the red woman to find her expression was still cross. ‘She’s reading my thoughts… isn’t she?’
The woman silently raised an eyebrow in response.
Elva dropped her head in disbelief, ‘If I’m not really dead… just kill me now.’
“N-no! No!” Elva finally managed to stammer as she returned her gaze to the woman’s ruby eyes. “No, there-there’s no issue,” she attempted to reassure her as her nervous hands flailed about. “I-I-I just didn’t expect such a g-gorgeous woman to be the person I summoned.”
“Gorgeous, am I, little kitten?” the woman repeated with glee. Her frown was quickly replaced by a beaming smile, as if Elva’s previous comment had already been forgotten. “Trying to curry favor before we’ve," her tone turned seductive as she shifted her body to lay on her side, her arms held forward loosely, "sealed the deal, my kitten?” As she settled, the folds of her robe had come loose, and before Elva could respond, the garment opened to reveal her voluminous right breast.
Elva could only stare blankly ahead, mouth agape. She felt a growing heat upon seeing the captivating woman, seemingly sculpted delicately from red clay.
The woman snickered to herself upon seeing Elva’s expression. Gracefully, she shifted again to face Elva directly; her face hung far off the bed, so close it almost touched Elva’s nose.
‘Oh my, she’s close now,’ Elva thought as she leaned back; suddenly, she became aware of an intoxicatingly sweet aroma as the woman breathed gently on her. “Oh, that’s,” she said involuntarily as her eyes fluttered; the pleasant smell filled her senses and left her mind dizzy.
“You know, you’re quite cute, little kitten,” the woman teased, slyly grinning as Elva’s face flushed. “I don’t think I’d mind having a little thing like you around as my pet,” she deviously chuckled as Elva squirmed at the compliment. “So, what do you say, little kitten?” the woman finally asked as she licked her lips.
Stymied again, Elva could hardly respond. ‘I was wrong… she’s not going to kill me.’ Elva swallowed in nervousness. ‘She’s going to eat me.’
“Only if it pleases me, kitten,” she playfully said as she stared at Elva.
‘That’s… uh,’ Elva’s thoughts halted, unsure of how to even react. Silently, Elva lowered her head for a moment. “I,” she began to speak nervously before looking back up. “I suppose… I’ll sign a contract with you.” Elva gripped her hands together in a vain attempt to keep them from trembling.
After a brief pause, the woman’s seductive expression broke to a grin before her head fell and hung off the side of the bed as she giggled heartedly.
Elva felt her face flush. “Wait, what’s so funny now?” She asked in confusion as she fidgeted in place. ‘First my death, now my freedom,’ Elva felt ashamed that her life was being treated so lightly.
“Ahh, relax, kitten,” the woman said as her laughter abated. When she lifted her head, her cheeks were aglow with a warm smile that matched the warm look in her ruby eyes. “I’m not going to lock you up in a dark cell for the rest of your unlife; that wouldn’t be very fun for you or me. I treat my slaves fairly, I’ll have you know,” she gently spoke as she began to kick her legs up and down playfully. “Your contract has a safeword you can speak to halt what I’m doing if it makes you uncomfortable, as well as an escape clause from the contract if you find my methods unbearable. And I’m only making you sign a one-day contract.”
Elva felt some of the tension in her shoulders relax as she closed her eyes and breathed a cautious sigh of relief. ‘Okay, one day… that doesn’t sound… so bad, I guess.’ She opened her eyes again and nervously returned the woman’s gaze. “So… what happens now?” she asked hesitantly.
The woman adopted a sly grin as she snapped her fingers and summoned a bright array of purple and pink lights out of thin air, accompanied by a low, magical whir. Elva recoiled lightly and watched through squinting eyes as the lights coalesced and eventually faded into a faint object. As her eyes focused, Elva saw that the woman now held a scroll. It was of fine, bright paper and two dowels of light metal; both had intricate knots carved into the finials.
“You’ll have this read by seven, sharp,” the woman said as she handed the scroll over. “We’ll discuss if there’s anything you need to have addressed or altered, then we’ll seal your contract with a collaring.”
‘S-seven… what? A... collaring?’ Elva cautiously reached out to take the scroll, but before she could touch it the woman reached out her other hand in a flash and grabbed onto Elva’s arm. With a firm tug, she pulled Elva until their noses touched briefly. ‘Oh-okay, she is very close now,’ Elva thought in a panic as she tried vainly to pull herself back from the woman’s soft, red skin.
The woman’s gaze pierced through Elva as she looked into her blueish eyes. “Call me Mistress, kitten,” she whispered before she closed her eyes and pulled Elva into her lips.
Eyes wide, Elva tried to struggle from the woman’s pull as she forced a kiss upon her. ‘Wait, I-I-I’m not… read—’ Elva’s mind started to slow; her heart pounded while her chest burned with a heat she'd never felt before. Her head began to feel hot and dizzy, only worsened by the sweet aroma. As Elva closed her eyes, she leaned into Mistress’ pull and started to kiss her back.
After only a moment, Mistress loosened her grasp and retreated her lips. Elva opened her eyes slowly, almost feeling betrayed, as she let go of her arm. “And don’t wake me up at three in the morning again,” Mistress said just before she snapped her fingers.
Still lost in Mistress’ eyes, Elva failed to notice any change until a sudden sinking feeling began to take over. Broken from her daze, she looked down quickly to find herself falling into a dark portal, shrouded in a pink and purple haze along its perimeter. Before Elva could manage a yip in surprise, she disappeared into the void, leaving Mistress alone again in her bed-chamber.
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