Thaumatology 101 Page 13

  Twill had made coffee. Ceri made herself some toast and sat at the table, reading the morning paper. Her toast finished, she starting drinking her coffee. She glanced at the door, and then went back to the newspaper. Halfway through the coffee she realised she was waiting for Lily.

  Lily’s mouth on hers, hot and hungry. Their breasts pressed together. Their lips separated and there were words, whispered words in her ear, the hot breath against her skin exciting. ‘You’re such a tease…’

  Ceri blinked, wondering what she should do. The house’s wards were at full strength again, she could relax, kick back and enjoy herself. But what did she want to do? She wondered what Lily would want to do. She finished her coffee, set aside her newspaper, and padded out of the kitchen. Without really thinking about it, she went up two flights of stairs and knelt down in front of Lily’s bedroom door. And waited.

  ~~~

  She seemed to have been hanging on the edge of orgasm for hours, thrashing and whimpering on the tip of Lily’s expert tongue. There seemed no end to it, so when the end did finally come it was like an explosion happening though her entire body. She lay gasping on the bed as Lily raised her head and smiled down, licking her lips. All Ceri wanted was more, but Lily stood, moving to the door.

  The half-succubus paused in the doorway and looked back. ‘Mine,’ she said.

  The bedroom door opened and Ceri looked up adoringly at Lily’s naked body. She wanted nothing more than to feel that body against hers again. There had been no dream; Lily had come in the night, just like a real succubus.

  Lily smiled. ‘You look beautiful, pet,’ she said. ‘Stand up.’

  Ceri stood, one foot slightly before the other, hands behind her back. She did not meet Lily’s eyes. Lily’s fingers touched her cheek and it felt as though every nerve in her body reacted. She let out a tiny moan.

  ‘Go and wait in the bedroom,’ Lily said. ‘You’re mine now. We’re going to have such a good time.’

  ~~~

  ‘My gorgeous pet,’ Lily said, her voice possessive. Ceri said nothing; her mouth was currently full of a large, rubber ball fixed around her head with a leather strap. She had not known Lily had the thing, or the pairs of handcuffs which secured her wrists to the headboard, but it had not surprised her when Lily had produced them. She had done nothing to resist being trussed up either.

  Lily was between Ceri’s spread legs, her face close enough to Ceri’s sex that her breath could be felt when she spoke. Ceri wanted her closer, would do anything Lily asked just to have the half-succubus’ tongue sliding between her labia again. She looked down into Lily’s dark eyes, begging silently.

  ‘You want more, pet?’

  Ceri nodded, and then her back arched as Lily slid two fingers into her. Lily knew exactly how to touch her. She had learned Ceri’s body quickly, aided by her supernatural senses and the skills she had learned pleasing all sorts of people before they had ever met. She knew when to tease, when to be tender, when to be hard. She knew where to stroke, how Ceri’s body reacted to every touch, pinch, and thrust. As Lily’s fingers began to thrust and circle, finding just the right spot inside Ceri to gain maximum effect, Ceri’s breathing quickened until she was panting, desperate for more.

  Lily’s tongue found her clitoris, flicking it rapidly, and Ceri felt the now familiar sensation of tension beginning somewhere in the flesh between fingers and tongue. There was a pulse. Another, stronger this time. Ceri bit down on the gag, her eyes jamming shut. The pulse grew to a throb and Ceri felt herself starting to come… And then the thing she longed for began as Lily started to feed. Ceri was delivered into heaven; the long, drawn-out, incredibly intense climax which kept on happening as Ceri arched and thrashed and trembled for as long as Lily kept feeding. It was like dying. It was like living harder than Ceri had ever lived. And, when Lily finally released her, it was like her entire body was exploding into light.

  And all Ceri wanted, all she desired, all she could think of, was getting more.

  September 29th

  Some part of Ceri’s mind was still working, analysing the situation and pointing out to her how stupid she was being. It told her that she was being used. It told her that she was so caught up in the incredible pleasure Lily was inducing in her that she was ignoring everything else. It told her that the attention she was getting, which she had longed for without even realising it, was not good attention. It pointed out that this kind of relationship could only end when Lily made a mistake and Ceri died.

  Ceri was not listening to a thing her inner voice said. Not while Lily was anywhere in sight. She knew that Lily’s aura, the one that made her feel so good, worked in some way through her sense of vision. When Lily was out of the room, the little voice was louder, but not loud enough that what it was saying did not vanish as soon as her demon walked in again. When Lily was not in sight, Ceri could consider disobeying her, but then Lily would be disappointed and Ceri had started to realise that she would do anything to avoid disappointing Lily.

  The half-demon, who seemed so much more like a demon every day, walked into the room and Ceri’s mind shrank back again. The flogger was in her hand and she twitched it, the strips flicking her thigh. Ceri got down on all fours, as she had been taught, and the flogger swished through the air, biting into her arse. She bit down on the cry which threatened to come out and get her more, and worse, strokes.

  ‘Do you love me, pet?’ Lily asked.

  ‘Yes, Lily.’ The day before she had used “Mistress” and got a spanking for it. That was still confusing her.

  The whip swung again, several strands stinging her labia and sending a thrill of pleasure through her; it had taken very little time for her to learn to associate the pain with pleasure. ‘Then why didn’t you do something about it before I took you?’ Lily asked. Her voice was firm, but there was a hint of something odd behind it. Insecurity?

  ‘I made a mistake, Lily. I was stupid.’

  ‘Yes,’ the flogger swept down again, harder this time, ‘you were. I’m sure you can make up for it though.’

  Another strike and Ceri was trembling. Yes, somehow she had to make up for it.

  September 30th

  Ceri sat in the study, reading a document on her tablet. It was hard to concentrate, but with Lily out of the house at work it was at least possible to. She had half-expected that she would be taken to the Jade Dragon to sit at the bar watching Lily work, unable to do anything much more than look on adoringly. Instead, her new mistress had decided she should stay home, but to remind her of her new role in life, a vibrating egg had been carefully lubricated, activated, and sunk into Ceri’s already slick vagina, and she had been ordered not to remove it under any circumstances. Lily might not have been a full succubus, but her human side supplied imaginative ways of subjugating her pet which a true succubus might never have considered.

  It was quite clear that Ceri had stopped reading too soon. While giving in to your succubus too early is bad, leaving things too late can be deadly, she read. Waiting too long is likely to push the demon into taking action herself. Yeah, she definitely should have read this bit. Generally, the demon will come at night, while you sleep. This is, after all, the normal mode of operation of a succubus. If she takes control in this manner, you will be hers. Few men can break away once they are claimed, but there have been a few examples. Do not fool yourself; should a succubus take you under her power, you are almost certainly doomed to be nothing more than her slave for life. She will make use of you until you perish, which may not take long, and while it is not the worst way to go, you should take command of your succubus before it happens.

  Ceri shuddered, her inner muscles clenched convulsively. Inside her the egg shifted, the buzzing vibration rolling against her G-spot, and she let out a yelp of pleasure. She understood the problem well enough; the thought of being enslaved to Lily did not seem like such a terrible thing from where she was right now. She did not want to escape, or most of her was thinking that way. Some small par
t still wanted her friend back, and that was the part she was trying to listen to.

  A powerful magician may break free by will alone, the book went on. This is by no means a certain path to freedom. The great sorcerer Merlin himself was overpowered by a succubus at the end of his time on Earth and was never able to break free. Taking his power, she entrapped him. Yeah, well if sorcerers had ever been real, there were certainly none now, and Ceri highly doubted she had the willpower to resist Lily, even if she was only trying to break away from the power of a half-demon.

  Those of more meagre power can only hope to escape by outwitting the demon, or through their skill. While this may seem simple, demons have much more experience of magic than humans do. A skilled wizard will find a way of tricking the demon into freeing him. There is also one tale of a wizard who bent a succubus to his will after falling by beating her at her own game. How this was done, however, is unknown.

  Ceri turned off the tablet and sagged back onto the chaise longe. It was after midnight, but she probably had four more hours of relative freedom to plan before Lily came home. A soft moan escaped her lips as her movement moved the egg. She should take the thing out to help herself concentrate… But Lily would know. Somehow she would know and be displeased.

  Standing up, Ceri walked as best she could out onto the landing and up the stairs. She had meant to go to her room, but found herself in Lily’s. At least she had changed the sheets when Lily had gone out so she was not surrounded by the thick smell of sex. She lay down, pulling the sheets up to her neck. A minute later she was sobbing softly. What the hell was she going to do?

  ~~~

  There was no scent of lavender this time, just the smell of burning rubber. There was still the cliff edge, the beach below, and the burning car in the sand. And this time there was the urge to jump; leap out over the edge and die in the burning wreck.

  ‘Hardly a way out which really solves anything.’ The voice was her father’s; she had pretty much expected it.

  ‘I figured you’d say something like that,’ she replied. ‘You were always big on self-reliance. Then instead of helping me get it, you saddled me with those tattoos.’

  ‘Yes. So why do you think I did that?’

  ‘We did it, dear,’ her mother said. ‘It was both of us, not just your father. It was all a matter of power and understanding. So much is about power and understanding it.’

  ‘Everything’s changed since the accident,’ Ceri said. ‘I know the tattoos did something to me other than protecting me. It’s like my personality changed when they went.’

  ‘That doesn’t matter now, Ceri,’ her father said. ‘What matters now is that you’re standing on the edge and you need to decide whether to jump into the fire or face your fear.’

  ‘I can’t stand up to her,’ Ceri said. ‘I don’t want to.’

  ‘Of course you can, dear,’ her mother said. ‘You’ve been doing it for years now. You just have to overcome your fear and do it.’

  ‘But I’m afraid of Lily… aren’t I?’

  Her mother’s laughter was almost musical. ‘Oh no, she isn’t who you’re afraid of at all. You’re afraid of the same person we were when we made your enchantments.’

  ‘You’re afraid of yourself,’ her father said. Ceri started to turn to look at him. She got an impression of a shape in the corner of her eye, but it seemed indistinct, foggy. ‘Time to make a choice,’ she heard him say, and below her on the beach, the car wreck exploded…

  ‘Nightmare, pet?’ Ceri blinked and looked up from the bed. Lily was there, not looking back as she undressed. The sight of her made Ceri’s breath catch in her throat. ‘Not to worry,’ Lily went on, ‘I’ll make all the nightmares go away.’ She turned, her eyes burning red in the dim light of the barely risen half-moon coming through the window. ‘Except for me, of course.’

  Ceri felt the wave of heat pass over her, the wetness beginning between her legs. Once again she was powerless to resist as her Mistress stepped forward to take her… And Ceri saw the streams of energy winding out from her demon lover. The rational bit of her shrinking mind kicked into overdrive in a desperate attempt to regain a foothold on reason.

  Every vertebrate discovered had two Medians. Running up the spine was the Chakral Median, the centre of power of almost all Earth entities. Running from the sex organs to the pituitary gland was the Tantric Median. In most demons the two Medians were balanced, but in sex demons it was the Tantric Median which provided their power. Ceri watched the flow beginning to establish; her own Median beginning to connect to Lily’s, feeding her energy, giving her power, turning Ceri into a toy to be played with.

  So much is about power and understanding it. What would happen if she took control of that power exchange?

  Lily stopped, one knee on the edge of the bed. The light in her eyes went out and back on as she blinked and then stepped back. ‘What… what are you doing?’ she stammered. Ceri said nothing, her eyes pinching as she concentrated on the wisps of energy which curled between them. It was so hard… ‘Stop… stop it, p-pet.’ So hard, but getting easier. The patterns which marked out Lily’s aura brightened around them as the half-succubus reacted, but Ceri shrugged them aside, pushing the lines to slide around herself. ‘Ceri… no!’ Lily’s voice was sounding pleading now. ‘You c-can’t… Please don’t…’

  Ceri broke the connection between them, pinching off the bands of force as they emerged from her body. The effect was dramatic as the lines snapped back into Lily and she jerked as if shot. Ceri watched the sudden burst of power at the very core of Lily’s sex, thaumic feedback from the severing of the bond, and knew that that would not be enough. ‘I’m sorry, Lil,’ she whispered, ‘but I have to do this…’ Reaching out with both mind and hand, Ceri focussed on the light in Lily’s groin and made it grow.

  Lily fell to her knees. The light in her eyes had gone out and she looked up at Ceri with the same sort of imploring expression that she had received outside the bedroom door as Ceri waited for her. Moving slowly, Ceri slid off the bed. A star of blue fire began to grew in her hand and Lily looked down at it, her eyes begging for… what? A streamer of light squirmed its way out of Ceri’s palm like something out of a hentai movie, bending and twisting until it met Lily’s body. The half-succubus stiffened and let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Energy throbbed along her Tantric median; her eyes rolled back, her body shook, and Ceri poured in the energy, not letting up.

  ‘M-mistress…’ Lily’s voice was barely above a whisper. ‘Please… make me come…’

  Ceri clenched her fist and Lily started screaming as the pleasure washed over her.

  ~~~

  It was not until Ceri was heading down the stairs to the kitchen that she realised that Twill was in there, cooking, and that she had not seen the fairy in days. Bouncing onto the slate tiles, she grinned at the bobbing, nut-brown girl and said, ‘Hey, Twill. Where’ve you been?’

  ‘Avoiding you two,’ Twill replied. ‘It wasn’t that hard since you’ve spent the last two days going at it like rabbits in the mating season.’ She considered briefly and then added, ‘Hyperactive rabbits in the mating season who haven’t seen any other rabbits in years and…’

  ‘Uh, yeah, I get it,’ Ceri said, breaking into the train of analogy. ‘You can stop now before my cheeks catch fire.’

  ‘Actually,’ Twill commented dryly, ‘you’re not even pink. Nor should you be, really; good sex is not something to be embarrassed about. I am glad you finally broke out of it though. It was making both of you miserable.’

  Ceri frowned. They had both been miserable? ‘Well why didn’t you help?’ she asked, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the kitchen table.

  Not looking around from the frying pan, the fairy shook her head. ‘You had to do it yourself. It’s your house, you have to be Mistress of it. If I’d told you what to do, you’d be relying on me in the future.’ Food began to move into its final stages of preparation. ‘Besides, I had no idea how you could break free
.’ Ceri giggled. ‘At least you’re brighter this morning,’ Twill said as the bacon sandwich assembled itself. ‘And when Lily comes down, I’ll be here to help you help her through the next part.’

  ‘Next part? Got to say, Lily didn’t seem too upset about it all? Actually, she seemed to be enjoying it. A lot.’

  ‘Her demon side took over,’ Twill said, waving her arm to waft the sandwich into Ceri’s waiting hands. ‘You’ve been her little rock of stability for five years. Your enchantment gave her focus. She had her natural inclination to… solidify your relationship with sex, but she couldn’t because of the tattoos, and so she had to control herself. You gave her a reason to not be a succubus and she hated sinking into it again. Now you need to help her get over the fact that she did.’

  ‘Oh,’ Ceri said. ‘I guess I should’ve noticed…’

  ‘You probably would have if you’d been thinking with something other than your genitals, dear.’ Ceri pouted in reply. ‘Now,’ Twill went on, ‘you can start using your brain again, but…’

  ‘But what, Twill?’

  ‘Just don’t forget you have a body as well. She’s coming.’ There was a shimmer and a blur of movement, and the little fae vanished into the air. Ceri blinked and looked around.

  Lily stood meekly in the doorway, black eyes downcast. She waited there, not entering the room, and she said nothing. Ceri looked at her for a second or two and then said, ‘Come in here, Lil.’ The half-succubus walked in, her feet making no sound. Stopping right in front of Ceri, she dropped to her knees, put her shoulders back, and posed, eyes still downcast, the perfect demon pet. ‘Well you can stop that for a start,’ Ceri snapped. ‘Widder take it, Lily, look at me!’

  The look on Lily’s face as she did so was heart breaking. She looked like a little girl, confused and frightened. Ceri had never seen her like that before and she did not want to now. ‘You won,’ Lily said, her voice a quiet monotone. ‘I’m yours now.’