He sighed. “Good. Listen, I put a lot of work into this, I mean, it’s REALLY been an uphill battle, so the least you could do is act like a succubus.”
I sputtered in shock. “OH. OHHHH. Forgive me.” My voice was high and irritated, and my tone dripped with sarcasm. “Yeah, you just go ahead and rip some random dude out of bed, shackle him,” I shook my wrists for dramatic effect, causing the chains to jangle. “And then act like you’re the one who’s being wronged.”
“You’re getting part of my soul, the least you could do is be grateful.”
“What? I don’t want your soul. What sort of gross ritual are you doing anyway?”
“Huh?” The look on his face was one of genuine confusion. “All demons want souls. Everybody knows that.”
“I told you, I’m not a demon.” I insisted.
“Oh hoho!” He cried. “I get it now. You’re trying to trick me, with your demon wiles! Well it won’t work. I read a book.”
I stared at him in utter disbelief. “A book.”
“Yeah… A really good book.” he replied awkwardly. “On demons.”
“A really good book on demons.” I repeat back to him deadpan.
“Exactly. So don’t try to trick me.”
I sighed and rubbed my face. God I’m still so tired. Despite it all, I just want to sleep. My head is pounding, I feel sick to my stomach. Just let me deal with this stuff tomorrow.
With a deep breath, I tried to take on a more even tone and explain, “Well, like I said. Not a demon. I’m a human.” It was hard enough to keep from freaking out at this new body, and this guy wasn’t making it easy to hold myself together. “I don’t know what your spell does, but I’m just a dude. A guy!" I insisted. "I was asleep in my bed, ON EARTH. When your stupid spell drug me here.” At least I think that’s what happened. My brain was still trying to catch up with everything that happened. “So how about you undo your stupid spells and put me back so we can all… All…” I blinked as I realized this entire time he hadn’t even been listening. His gaze was pointed in my general direction, but decidedly lower than my eyes. “What are you looking at?” I snapped with irritation. I looked down to where his eyes were locked.
Youthful red teardrops hung upon a slender body, trembling with my every breath, shifting and sloshing at the slightest provocation. The way they moved… It was like nothing I’d seen before. I’d dated girls with fine bodies, but something about the smoothness, the shape, even the dark veins that lined the breasts, cresting in those rich crinkly perky nipples. It was supernatural. Oh… Wait… They’re attached to me.
“Stop staring and listen to meeee!” I shouted out, and crossed my arms over my chest. I picked up a dirty towel from the floor and threw it at his face. By the time he’d removed the towel, I’d picked up a shirt from the floor, and thrown it over my head. I realized I had tall pointy black horns as they had gouged a rip in the shirt from shoulder to collar.
The black shirt had some minimalist purple portrait of a grimacing anime face on it and a logo saying “Berzerk”. I recognized the name of the show, but all I cared about was that the shirt was long enough to cover my nudity. I kept looking until I found a pair of shorts, and pulled them up. They plopped past my hips and hung past my knees. The shorts didn’t go all the way up at the rear, and I felt the waistband squeezing something below my tailbone, but above my ass. Scowling, I reached around behind me, and found a slender whip like tail ending in a cute little spade. Even worse, a shiver of sensitivity rippled through me, as I pulled it in front of me to inspect. Horns, Tail, Redskin… Am I really a demon now? I mean… it’s kind of hard to deny…
“Hey!” He cried. “How come you’re getting dressed.”
“So you’ll listen to me.”
“Succubus are supposed to be naked, or at least in leather or latex.”
“That’s so stupid. That’s just in porn!” I massaged my temples as I felt my headache grow worse. “Dude, Listen to me. I told you I’m not a demon.”
“And I told you I’m not going to believe your lies, so give it up.”
I growled, and fought back another wave of fatigue. Driven by annoyance, I practically screamed in my girlish voice, “It’s not a lie! I’m human!”
“Enough!” He declared. I once again felt the trace of power in those words. “I may be a new summoner, but I’m sick of you treating me like I don’t know anything. It’s time we cut the bullshit” Taking a deep breath he continued. “No more about you living as a human. They’re lies. You’re a succubus. You’re bound to me. You’re my slave.”
It seemed like just telling me to do something didn’t do jack shit, but whatever power he was lacing these words with sent tingles through my body. The glyphs on my shackles glowed slightly, then snuffed out. This definitely wasn’t good. I mean, I have to think on my feet. Magic exists, and this is definitely some sort of geas. Maybe I could still convince him if I find some sort of loopho…
“Yes, master.” The words slipped out without me even realizing it, interrupting my thoughts and causing my eyes to go wide.
The nerd smirked. “Good. Now take the shirt off.”
I rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms.
“Take the shirt off!” He whined, but laced the command with power this time.
“Yes master,” I said wearily. I slipped it off, exposing myself to him.
All evidence of power and gravitas left him as he once again became a lecherous weeb. He was practically drooling like a cartoon character. He raised his hands, and started to creep towards me, bringing his hands closer and closer to my chest.
“Absolutely not.” I shouted, and dropped a hammer fist down on his head.
He fell to the floor with a satisfying thud, then looked up at me annoyed.
A moment later I slipped the shirt back on. “Listen. You little lech. You summoned me from… Ugh…” I tried to talk about my bed and my apartment, but the words just wouldn’t come out. I felt the compulsion of his command radiating in my mind. It seemed like I really couldn’t talk about being human. “You summoned me in the middle of the night.”
“I didn’t know hell had days and nights,” he replied.
I groaned exasperated. “Well, they do.” I lied, just trying to get through this conversation. “I’m exhausted. I can barely keep my eyes open. So for the love of god let me sleep, and we’ll figure this all out tomorrow.” Something about that last sentence caused my tongue to tingle and a rotten taste erupted across my mouth. I ignored it.
He blinked, scowled, thought for a second, scowled again, “You’re my slave, you should be focused on my desires first...”
“OH MY GOD.” I interrupted him. “Let me sleep, or so help me, you’ll wish I took your soul!” I raised a fist to strike him again, and he cowered at my feet. Again my mouth tasted rancid, and my tongue burned. Just another thing to figure out.
“FINE” He conceded. “Geeze. I just wanted to have sex. You're a succubus, I didn’t think you’d care.”
I rubbed my eyes. “So tired…” I looked around the room, and found a messy mattress and boxspring on the floor. It was a cheap worn down thing, but it looked like a bed of clouds to me. I practically fell into it, sinking deeply into the squeaky cushion.
I could smell the stench, and musk, but more than that, I could smell the passion and the lust that infused the sheets. I could tell he’d been a very lonely boy, and a strange and playful amusement grew in my heart at the thought of it. Despite myself, I took a deep breath through my nose. Like hot cocoa or freshly baked pie it cleared my head, and stirred a hunger in me. I felt oddly comfortable and at last let unconsciousness take me.
