Chapter 3 - A New Bargain

The world was a bright light to her eyes and all her pain flooded back into her. The weakness from draining her own life, the aching in her pussy where the Fel Hunter had fucked her, and a new constant pain sliding along her back and a tight pinch on her ankle. For a few moments the pain was all she knew in the world.

The next thing that came to her was the sounds. The first was the sound of scrapping and shifting stones. It was as if someone were dragging something across a gravel path. The sound of heavy crunching footsteps was next, and a faint grunting from somewhere she couldn’t pinpoint.

Then her vision began to clear and everything fell into place. She was on her back, staring up into the grey sky that always seemed to permeate Deadwind Pass. The thing dragging along the ground was her apparently, which explained the pain she felt as well.

Her eyes focused on the demon dragging her. He was a Fel Guard, the standard grunt of the Legion, with bulging muscles and red skin. He had one meaty hand wrapped around her ankle and was trudging along without bothering to check his cargo.

Big mistake.

Concentrating on the creature in front of her, Zariana furrowed her brow and willed the Fel guard to obey her. She took a final deep breath and commanded, “Unhand me.”

The Fel Guard stopped in its tracks, and then slowly turned to face her. The wicked smirk that began spreading across her face stopped short as the demon not only disobeyed her, but lifted her into the air to glare at her. Quickly understanding that she couldn’t control the brute, she tried a more direct method.

Her hand shot out and she hissed the words for a shadow bolt, bending her hand into the complex motion for casting it. Only she didn’t feel anything. No rush of power flowing from her body and certainly no satisfaction at watching him seared by her dark magic.

As the brute chuckled at her and began walking back the way it came, obviously intending to take her back to her tower, the young warlock searched inside herself. What she found was alarming; all of her magic was gone. Her wellspring of power was drained, and she was too weak from her recent death to attempt to replenish it. Without her power, there was only one thing she could do. 

Zariana struggled weakly in his grip, trying her best to punch or kick at him as he carried her along. It was futile, but she tried anyway. All this planning and she was right back where she started; about to be the sex craved whore in one of Hestia’s experiments

After a few minutes of walking the Fel Guard stopped abruptly, dropping Zariana as she delivered a punch to his bicep. She scrambled to her feet, ready to bolt after her good hit. She stood and prepared to run, but stopped short when she saw the demon struggling with something around his neck. It wasn’t her punch that caused him to drop her after all.

A small Succubus came around from behind the struggling Fel Guard, sliding her hand along his shoulder and smirking evilly at him. She was the standard beauty for her kind: curvy hips, large breasts, and smooth tattooed pale skin covered only by a set of what was essentially metal underwear. She was smaller than most of her kind though, and her wings were a mess of tears and holes that made them look nonfunctional.

The succubus turned the Fel Guard’s struggling head towards her. His eyes went wide at the sight of her, and then quickly glazed over as her magic subdued him. She gave him a quick but passionate kiss before murmuring something in his ear. He nodded weakly, pulled the sword from its sheath on his waist, then plunged the blade into his heart, all the while looking lovingly at the demonic woman.

For her part, the succubus ignored him after her initial command. She instead uncoiled her whip from around his neck casually and walked up the path towards Zariana. The warlock was ready to run again, but the succubus held up a hand, “Relax, Zariana. My name is Nazzantia. I am here to help.”
“Why did you kill that Fel Guard?” Zariana asked.

The succubus blinked, “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want him alive? I thought he was trying to take you back to his mistress.”

“He was,” She muttered, “Just curious why that bothered you enough to intervene.”

The succubus smiled, “Normally I would have let him have his fun, but you are a special case.”

Zariana cocked an eyebrow, “Explain.”

The succubus bowed her head in a sort of half nod, “Alright. I’ve been tasked to watch over you by certain interested parties to see what you are up to and if said parties can gain any… favors with you. Saving your life seemed like a good way to do that.”

“What parties are interested in me?”

The succubus waved her hand dismissively, “I really can’t say. I’m under strict orders not to divulge my masters.”

Zariana frowned, “I could make you tell me.”

This got a laugh from her savior, “Honey I can tell you're drained of all your power. The Fel Guard would have been nothing even if you had a portion of it. Recently went through a powerful bit of magic huh?”

Zariana looked down to dust herself off as she muttered, “Perhaps…” She shouldn’t be showing weakness to a succubus, but at the same time she felt like she owed her at least a bit of explanation.

Her robes were in tatters, much like the rest of her. The chest was ripped out completely; where the Fel Hound had latched on to drain her magic. The back was worse, the treatment it had received in the tower and then being drug through the rocky terrain had ripped it to pieces, along with her skin. She idly thought about covering herself up in front of the succubus, buy the woman before her was wearing nothing more than an armored bra and set of panties.

Instead of looking weak and vulnerable, she placed her hands on her hips and glared at the succubus, “I suppose you have some hideout you have been observing me from?”

The succubus nodded, “I do.”

Zariana waved her hand, “fine. Lead on and we will talk when we’re safe.”

She nodded and waved along the path, “This way then.”


As the demoness walked away, Zariana held back a moment. She kept one eye on the succubus while crouching down to pull the Fel Guard’s discarded sword out of its chest. It was large and bulky in her hands and she knew she’d have a tough time using it effectively, but what choice did she have? Her magic was utterly drained.

As she hefted the blade onto her shoulder and followed along, she took a moment to think about her predicament. Usually after a stunt like this her magic would take a while to recover, but she could still feel the slow steady build of power at her core. There was no power here. In fact, she felt strangely empty. It was as if whatever connection she had to her power was simply gone.

Deciding that out in the open with a demon that had no real loyalty to her was no place to worry about her magic, Zariana instead kept her mind focused on the succubus. She walked with grace, like they all did, but beyond that she seemed very odd for one of her kind. Her wings were tucked close to her body as much as possible, instead of on full display for anyone to see. She also didn’t bother glancing back at Zariana or leering at her half naked body, like others of her ilk would have given the chance.

“What is your name again, demon?” She asked, more to add conversation to their travel rather than out of any real curiosity.

“Nazzantia,” She said over her shoulder, “but most people call me Nazz or Nazzie.”

“Well Nazzantia,” Zariana replied, “I hope your hideout is well hidden. Once they find that corpse they’ll realize I’m not dead.”

Nazzantia stopped at a small section of the cliff, turning to face Zariana as her hand brushed the rock face. As her fingers touched the surface of the stone it faded away, revealing a small cave entrance that hadn’t been there before, “I’ve hidden from you and your flunkies for a while now. I think we’ll be fine.”

Zariana had to admit that yes, she had no idea the demon was here or that she was being watched at all.

She had to admit that to herself, out loud she merely huffed and said, “We shall see.”
The inside of the cave was more or less bare. A small pack sat in one corner, filled with supplies no doubt, but other than that the stone refuge boasted no amenities. Zariana turned slowly inside, examining every inch. It was big enough for two to move around in, but not large enough that it would have been noticeable had it suddenly disappeared for regular patrols. Truth be told it was a very clever hiding spot.

“Well, what do you think?” Nazzantia asked playfully.

“I think you’ve been lucky to get away with watching us. I need to up my patrols.”

The succubus smiled, “I’d say step number one would be to reclaim your tower, but after that yes.”

Zariana glared at the demoness, but she had to admit it was a fair point, “I need time to recover my magic. I’m… going to trust you not to attack me while I do.”

“If I wanted to attack you I would have already. I’ll keep to myself though, I promise.”

Zariana didn’t believe Nazzantia at all, a good policy when dealing with demons, but had no real choice in the matter. Instead she moved to the furthest wall from the entrance, where the succubus was muttering incantations to conceal it again. She crossed her legs as she sat, leaning against the cold wall and wincing slightly as her scrapes protested at the pressure. Then she put the newly acquired sword in her lap and her hand on the hilt before closing her eyes.

Now that she had more time to explore her predicament, Zariana dove deep into her personal well-spring of magic. She could envision it in her mind’s eye. It took different forms to others, but to her it was a deep pool of green energy that she could draw on at will. However, what she saw now wasn’t a vast pool but a crater, vast and empty of any energy. She walked around every inch, trying to see if there was some flaw in her potential. When she was about a third of the way around the rim of the crater, her vision went dark for a moment before an image coated into her mind. An image that explained everything.

The image that took shape in front of Zariana was proof she should avoid death in the future at all costs. She saw an image of herself, a spectral piece of her, surrounded by the familiar void. She was still as naked as she had been when she floated through it during her time in the afterlife. This version of her was in the same position she remembered before her soulstone had brought her back to life; hanging horizontally in the air with her body restrained by slick purple tentacles that slowly slid across her pale skin. They wrapped around each wrist and ankle, pulling her body apart to keep her exposed and helpless, before slowly winding their way along her arms and legs. She could see where small spikes cut into her flesh, but what poured out of her was not blood. Instead, a green liquid flowed down her body and into nothing. What little magic she had was being torn away from her in the act of binding her soul as the void tried to hang onto the little mortal that had been foolish enough to enter into its domain. Her naked body was being spread and held, but the worst was that the tentacles were pressing in on her nether region as well. Zariana didn’t know what purpose the void had with thrusting the vaguely phallic shaped tendrils into the images crotch, but it caused quite a stir in her soul fragments movements. It wasn’t a jerking motion to get away though. No, it looked like her body was pushing towards the shaft to pull more inside her. 

Zariana watched in horror as the piece of her soul began rocking her hips against the tentacle pushing into her pussy. There was a moment of resistance, and then it finally gave way and slid in before wriggling around. This caused the fragment to arch her back and shake violently. Zariana had never been one for orgasming during sex, the act was more a curiosity to her prior to this than an actual enjoyable experience, but she still knew her body well enough to know the simple penetration had just caused the piece of her to cum simply by entering her.

As the tendril began sliding in and out of her, Zariana’s fragment opened her mouth wide in an inaudible moan. By the time she saw her juices running down the thing and another tentacle moving around her neck and to her eager open mouth, Zariana had seen enough.

She opened her eyes with a start, letting the image fade from view. It wouldn’t fade out of her mind completely though. Now that she had seen her fragment, the connection had been reestablished enough to her body. She felt the small chills of perverse pleasure as the void twisted her soul and fucked her. It was bearable, at least. She would be able to keep her pleasure hidden from anyone looking her way.
Zariana sat for a moment to let this new knowledge sink in.  Part of her soul was trapped in the void. She didn’t care that it was being raped by whatever had trapped it, nor did she care that she was missing a piece of herself. What infuriated her was that it was tearing into her soul and draining her power before it could be replenished. Her natural energy would not return unless she could recover that piece of herself.

She sat there a moment, seething to herself, when she heard Nazzantia speaking softly near the entrance of the cave. The warlock’s anger was replaced by curiosity at who she might be talking to. She turned her head slightly, trying not to give away the fact that the succubus no longer had a private conversation.
The demon was hunched over a small purple crystal, which glowed slightly and illuminated her beautiful face. She had her head tilted to one side as well, as if listening to something. Then she nodded, “Yes I am certain. She could barely take the Fel Guard we encountered, and I haven’t felt much power from her since then either…”

She listened for a long while, every now and then turning her head slightly to listen from a new angle. Zariana had no idea what that was about, but at the end she frowned and said, “I understand the need for this, but is my teaching her that really the best option?”

Again a pause and the warlock found herself even more aggravated. It was one unspeakable thing to be spoken about like she wasn’t in the room, and quite another to not be able to hear half of what was being said. But she waited until the succubus nodded, “Understood. I live to serve.” 

As she wrapped a strip of cloth around the gem, Zariana made a point to make noise to show she was conscious. Nazzantia shuffled the gem away and turned to her, smiling, “well, what did you find out?”

She frowned, “A lot. But you already know that.”

Nazzantia blinked, “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t play coy,” the warlock said, standing up, “I’m not so unaware that I can’t hear you!”

“Oh.” Nazzie said, managing to look ashamed, “Right.”

“Out with it then,” the warlock demanded, “What does your Master wish you to show me?”

Nazzantia straightened, “You are powerless, yes?”

“Don’t deflect either,” Zariana snapped, irritated.

“I’m not. I’m merely asking you a question.”

Zariana tapped her foot a moment before cocking her head to the side and crossing her arms, “Yes, I’m powerless. Part of my soul was left in the void and something is keeping it there and draining my power.”

Nazzantia nodded, “Right. You can’t regenerate your own power. You need to find a reliable way to get new power.”

“I suppose,” Zariana said, “I assume you have some idea on this.”

The succubus nodded, “My master has demanded I teach you my method for obtaining new power.”

Zariana frowned, “I know how demons pull the life force from their victims. I cannot drain their power without a bit of my own to start.”

Nazzantia chuckled, “You are young and know nothing of the workings of my kind.”

Zariana grit her teeth at the condescending way she spoke to her, but waved a hand dismissively, “and what does your Master get out of this deal? What does he want from me?”

Nazzantia smiled, “My Master does not like the idea of the Legion having a foothold here. Your successful return to power is all he wants.”

For now, Zariana added silently, and then sighed, “Fine. I have no choice, it would seem. Show me.”

The succubus smiled, then moved her arms behind her back to unhook her chest plate. Zariana quickly held up her hands to stop her from going any further, “Hold on. I’m not having sex with you as part of this deal.”

Nazzantia let out a soft, melodious laugh, “actually, you’ll have to. In fact, it’ll be the main thing you have to do for power if you want to take the tower.”

The warlock frowned, folding her arms as she puzzled things out. Then her eyes went wide, “W-wait. The technique you are teaching me is the succubus’s ability to drain essences through sex?”

Nazzantia nodded, letting her breast plate fall away to reveal a pair of full, heaving breasts. They were perfectly sized for her body, with small nipples most likely constantly hard. She smiled at Zariana, “technically a mortal just needs the right set of Fel runes on their body, but what I’m teaching you is how to tap into those runes during and after the act.” She started to wiggle out of the bikini bottoms she wore, but paused to say, “You will want to be naked as well.”

Zariana had another moment of hesitation as Nazzie turned away to remove the rest of her clothing. While the warlock had had dalliances in the past, she had never thought of sex as anything but a passing fancy. But as the succubus bent over and her tail whipped through the air over her pink, tight rear, Zariana came to a small conclusion. This was a temporary means to an end right now. She could use this for power. She could turn what that Eredar bitch focused on and turn it into the instrument of her demise.

A slow wicked smirk grew on her face at that thought, and she grabbed the hem of her tattered robe to pull it up and over her head.
 
Nazzantia watched her and smirked as the warlock wiggled unceremoniously out of her robe, revealing a pair of plain pants and a simple tattered bra that did nothing practical any longer. Before Zariana could move further with her disrobing, the succubus was inches from her, expertly loosening the pants while she breathed close to the Warlock’s ear.

“Let me do the rest. Consider it a bonus to our deal.”
Zariana couldn’t help but nod.
Throughout her career as a warlock, Zariana had seen the charm and seduction a succubus could bestow first hand. Her own succubus companion had spared Zariana the pain of more than one uncomfortable situation using her guile. This made her a favorite demon to have wandering around any major city with her. She could never believe that any mortal would look at a succubus and be fooled into thinking a night or quickie from them would ever be worth it. But Zariana had never really been a very sexual being.

Now though, as Nazzantia wrapped her fingers into the hem of her pants and underwear before pulling them both down in a swift but highly sexual motion, The warlock was beginning to see just how someone could stray. Nazzantia looked amazing and her scent seemed to intoxicat the helpless woman with the smell of… fresh cider? She found herself leaning against the cold wall of the cave and breathing deeply. Her eyes half closed and she slowly tangled her fingers into the succubus’s hair, smiling softly down at her companion despite herself.

Nazzantia, who had not moved from her kneeling position, simply stared up at Zariana and smiled back, broadly, before asking “Everything okay, Mistress?”

Mistress…? Right, she was in control. This was a demon working for her now, “I feel…” she swallowed, stumbling over her words, then tried again “W-what are… you doing to me?”

Nazzantia giggled, “It’s all part of the process. To give you access to the ability I have, I have to infuse you with a bit of my special demonic energy. I’ve increased my aura to its limit to do this. You’ll notice some… intoxicating side effects.”

Zariana nodded, moaning slightly. Her legs were already getting shaky and she could feel the heat and wetness in her crotch that was no doubt visible to her servant. Nazzantia waited a moment, and then asked, “Are you ready to begin the ritual, Mistress?”

As Zariana un-wrapped her fingers from the demon’s hair, she slowly nodded again. Nazzantia stood slowly before moving forward until her soft, pink flesh was pressed against Zariana’s own. Their chests pressed hard together and one of her legs pushed between the warlock’s own. Then she leaned in close, and whispered into the human’s ear a simple, “Very well.”
“First,” Nazzantia breathed hotly into Zariana’s ear, “I will create the runes that will allow you to draw life energy from your victim.” A pair of soft hands ran up the lithe human’s thighs, then to her hips, and finally to her sides. Despite the pleasurable tingle that ran through her body, Zariana was bracing herself for the pain of the tattoos she was about to have etched into her skin with those sharp claws.

Instead, the succubus locked her lips with the warlock, her tongue quickly entering the other’s mouth. Zariana nearly resisted, but instead thought better of interrupting the ritual and opened her mouth wider. Without realizing it she began rocking slowly back and forth, squeezing her thighs together around the demoness’s leg. Nazzantia swirled her tongue over Zariana’s in a complex pattern, sending small chills of pleasure through the mortal. Too soon it was over, Nazzantia pulling her mouth away and letting the held breath of her companion ease out of her as a wistful sigh.

Zariana saw that a small purple glow emanated from her open mouth now, illuminating the succubus’s playful features. Then a moment later she realized how stupid she looked having her mouth hang open like that and quickly closed it, cutting the light off.

Nazzantia giggled a bit, then one of her hands lightly gripped Zariana’s right wrist and pulled the woman’s thin hand to her lips. She locked eyes with her temporary Mistress as her tongue snaked out over the palm of that hand, running along in the same complex pattern as before. As the sweet tongue trailed along Zariana’s flesh she noticed how it excited her, making her shudder with delight and making her hotter than she ever felt. She also noticed how the tongue would leave that same purple glow behind it, glowing brighter and brighter with each swipe.

When Nazzantia pulled her tongue away and released Zariana’s hand, the warlock brought her palm around to examine. The complex symbol glowed purple with demonic energy and Zariana focused her mind on deciphering the Fel script etched into it while Nazzantia brought the other hand to her eager tongue and began the process over again.
 
The symbol on Zariana’s hand was complex, despite being drawn with a tongue. She saw the symbols for power, transfer, and soul, among dozens of others. Intertwining all of those were dozens of symbols that meant nothing in the common tongue, but ones she had seen on Succubi and even on a few Shivarra. The power in the symbol was undeniable, and Zariana suspected Nazzantia had to give up a bit of her personal energy to allow this to take place. Her investigation of the rune had distracted her from the demoness’s ministrations on her other hand. Before she knew it she had a matching symbol on that palm as well.

Without hesitation Nazzantia moved to her next destination. Her lips wrapped around Zariana’s left nipple, sucking on it slightly. The warlock let out a gasp at the feeling and soon the assaulted nipple hardened to a point under the skillful mouth.

“H-how will I siphon energy with m-my breasts?” Zariana managed out, her mind scrambling for some reason to stop any unnecessary attention.

The succubus merely put her teeth around the nipple, gently pinching it as she smiled wickedly. This caused a sharp gasp from Zariana, along with an excited shudder to race through her body. Then the succubus released her grip and her tongue snaked out to begin swirling around and over the nipple. If the previous runes had excited Zariana, this latest one sent her positively into a spiral. Her legs clamped against the demon between them, squeezing tight to give her aching pussy any sort of sensation. By the gods her pussy! The thought of what would happen when Nazzantia got there was almost to much to bear. Zariana decided to let her mind wander back to the delicious tongue dancing over her breast rather than what was to come.

The process seemed to take longer than her hands had, either because the symbols had to be more complex or because Nazzantia was taking her sweet time teasing her. Soft whimpers began escaping her lips, only intensifying as the succubus trailed her tongue along the valley between her petite breasts to travel to her other nipple to begin again, leaving a purple glowing line between her breasts to connect the two runes together. Meanwhile the long nails of the demoness danced along her skin, teasing her even more.

Zariana didn’t know how much more she could take.
As Nazzantia finished the pattern over Zariana’s right nipple, the warlock had lost all sense of the world around her. She was in a haze of pure pleasure as the succubus trailed most likely unnecessary kisses down her skinny stomach. Her next destination was clear and Zariana found her legs spreading apart in anticipation of what was to come. Much to her surprise though, the demoness stopped as soon as her lips kissed the upper part of the warlock’s crotch. She was treated to a few more sensual kisses in the area before that skillful tongue began etching the pattern just above her sex.

Despite the area not being a usual erogenous zone for her, the succubus’s tongue sent her into a string of slow moans. Without thinking, the warlock placed one hand on the back of Nazzantia’s head to hold her in place while her other moved to her own breast. As soon as her palm pressed against her breast, her body shook in an unexpected wave of pleasure. Nazzantia had to grab Zariana’s hips to keep her steady as the human started bucking forward unconsciously. The glow of the symbols on her body grew brighter as she touched herself. In the back of her mind she realized that these runes probably enhanced the pleasure of its victim.

Then she forced herself to focus back on the succubus. She had just pulled away from the sixth successful rune just over her crotch. The two women locked eyes, one pair mischievous and the other almost pleading. Then Zariana swallowed and asked, “D-do you need to go inside too?”

Nazzantia gave her a smirk, “That is up to you, Mistress. Do you want me to?”

It was a very good question, one that took Zariana a few moments to roll over in her head. This was supposed to be about power, not pleasure. But she could have both it seemed, if she really wanted. That, combined with the desire to let this gorgeous demon finally take her fully, was making a very compelling argument to let her kneeling servant to completely explore her.


Making her decision, Zariana gripped one of Nazzantia’s horns and pulled the demon’s head towards her crotch. Her left leg lifted up and over until it rested on the demon’s shoulder, and she used it to help pull her companion in closer. “Do it,” She half growled, “and don’t stop until I say so.”

Nazzantia had a brief moment to let out an excited, “Yes, Mistress!” before her face was pressing against Zariana’s wet lips. Immediately the warlock felt that long, skillful tongue slide deep into her folds, running along her walls. The pleasure was absolutely mind bending and it took every ounce of concentration not to flood the demoness’s mouth with her juices right then. She could have cum easily, again and again, but she wanted to make sure the succubus would finish her work before she did.

That plan went right out the window when Nazzantia began drawing the symbol on her G-spot.

Her pussy muscles clamped around the tongue inside her and her back arched off the cave wall as an orgasm wracked her body. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream and each of the symbols already etched onto her flared up until she illuminated the whole cave with the bright purple light. The flood of juices that flowed into Nazzantia’s mouth would have caused any mortal woman to pull away for breath, but the succubus expertly continued her work as she traced her tongue up along the inner wall of her mistress.

The intense pleasure continued for minutes as Nazzantia continued to etch the last rune in place. Zariana was a twitching, moaning mess from the first bit of pressure on her most sensitive area. Then, mercifully, Nazzantia retracted her tongue to let her come down from the assault. 

A sheen of sweat covered the human as she looked down at the kneeling succubus. True to her orders, Nazzantia hadn’t stopped eating her out. Instead, she had just resorted to slow circles around her inner walls to let her recover. She had half a mind to tell her companion to stop, but then Nazzantia moved up and began working on her clit.
While Nazzantia’s wickedly skillful tongue began sliding over and around her sensitive nub, the succubus slowly ran her hands up Zariana’s inner thighs. She spread her legs as best she could to accommodate the wandering hands slowly inching closer to her. There was a moment of worry in the back of her mind; mainly a concern that the succubus’s nails would be a bit rougher than she would have liked. But the attention on her clit put the thought out of her mind. When two fingers slowly pushed their way into her wet sex, Zariana felt the finger tips brush her walls without the long nails attached. Being a shapeshifting demon had its advantages, it would seem.

For the longest time Zariana just basked in the wonderful attention. The tongue running over her clit and the fingers plunging in and out of her sex were bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. The last one was a sudden surprise, but this orgasm was a slow build that Zariana was a bit more familiar with. She had a bit of time to brace herself and mutter a soft curse or two before her climax. She also had a moment to notice the steady increase of the glow to the new runes on her skin.

At the last possible second, Nazzantia switched her tactics. Her fingers pulled out of Zariana’s sex and her mouth moved down, locking around the lips and jamming her tongue back up into her partner quickly. Her other hand was quick to replace her tongue, rapidly rubbing against Zariana’s nub.

With a sharp gasp, the Warlock climaxed again. Her juices flowed freely into the demon’s mouth and were swallowed like they were the only good source of sustenance in the universe. Zariana rode the waves of her orgasm, holding on to every bit of pleasure she could. Finally she let out a deep sigh and let her leg slip off Nazzantia’s shoulder, “T-That’s good enough.” She managed out.

The tongue still wiggling inside her retracted and the demoness pulled away, licking her lips, “I’m glad you liked it, mistress.”
Zariana attempted to move away from the wall to go sit somewhere after such intense pleasure, but a firm hand on her side stopped her. She looked down and cocked an eyebrow at the succubus, who smiled and said, “I’m afraid we aren’t finished, Mistress.”

“Oh? What is left to do?”

“I have one more symbol to draw, my lady.”

“Where could you possibly…” Zariana’s voice trailed off as the realization hit her. She shook her head, “No, not there.”

“It would be just above, on the small of your back,” Nazzantia tried to assure her.

“These symbols allow me greater pleasure and the ability to pull energy when using the associated areas, correct?”

Nazzantia nodded, “Very astute, Mistress.”

“Then we are done,” she said firmly, “I’m not going to be using that area for anything of the sort.”

Nazzantia frowned, “I’m sorry Mistress, but are you sure? You would be limiting the ways in which you could draw on your victims.”

The warlock glared down at Nazzantia, “there will never be ANY reason to use my ass in that way.”

“It’s more than just in the ho–” the succubus tried to argue, but Zariana cut her off.

“Not. Happening. Ever.”

The succubus bowed her head, “I understand, my mistress.”

As the thin hand pulled away from her, Zariana moved to sit down on a rock in the cave. She was tired, but very satisfied. She examined the palms of her hands again, but was shocked to find the runes gone from them.

Nazzantia, who had been watching her closely, quickly spoke up at her confusion, “the runes are still there, but it wouldn’t make them visible when performing the act. It would make it easy to spot and counteract.”

“Practical,” the warlock replied.

They sat in silence for a moment, a naked warlock and her equally naked companion. Nazzantia seemed to be waiting for Zariana to say something. Finally the human realized she was waiting for orders on their next move. The succubus had fulfilled the first part of their bargain by giving her these new powers. Now it was time to take her tower back.