Posing for me like this was not fun for him. It showed on his face. He probably thought that he was being pranked in some way. When I felt he had suffered enough in just his underwear, I told him to relax. He just looked at me. I guessed the clinical nature of observation was not good for him. Nymorin was put off. I allowed him to speak his mind. I was not that much of a tyrant. "Is all of this because I was dirty today? I won't anymore. I promise." he said blandly. I smirked and snapped my fingers. Casting the cantrip Prestidigitation was that easy. The incubus and his discarded clothes were all perfectly clean. Coming closer, I towered over him. "I value the safety and consent of my underlings. You have one chance. Do you want to be my pet, or not?" I asked him plainly. He looked up at me in confusion. "I can refuse?" he asked. "Yeah. There are 10 of you in this club. I don't need it to be you." I replied to him. "You said we would mate earlier." he said. I nodded and said "I fucked Zahrelon when he messed up today. It meant nothing to me. We'll still fuck. I won't make you a pet if you don't want it."
His mind was reeling. "So... what would I get from being your pet?" he asked. That was a fair question. "You get to be a personal attendant of mine. This means, like Kyle and Myles, you will be untouchable by the others here in the club. I'll give you the lesser half of the souls I take as my cut. You still get your soul when you go out for deals with the devils and demons. You also get a special promise." I told him. Nymorin was intrigued. "What's the big promise?" he wanted to know. I said "No matter what happens going forward. No matter who attacks in the future. I promise you, if someone threatens us all, you will be the first person that I save. Even before I look to help my first squad of Nyrear, Ororin, Grulilan, Zaranarax and Vohrear." Nymorin yanked me forward so I would fall on top of him. "All that, for what? Giving you my body once? That's amazing!" he breathed. I shook my head. "No. To be my pet you will have my claim marked on your body. I will own you. Is that still okay!?" That made him pause for a moment. "I want to be a pet. I might as well be yours if I get these benefits."
That was all I needed. He had his chance to turn me down. Since I was going to be in this setting, I wanted to make sure what was possible. My research brought me to the... much lewder boards of the FOG forum. Apparently, to make a succubus or incubus your slave, you needed to be able to dominate them sexually. That meant either lasting over 30 minutes or giving them 5 orgasms in a row. Fulfilling either condition made a womb tattoo appear on their bodies. You can fuck them for another round and make it a bright pink. I took off my pants and underwear and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sit on it for now." I said, pointing at my dick. Nymorin just said "Taking charge with me? Okay." The incubus got out off of the bed slowly and turned his back to me. His back was flawless and toned athletically. I watched as he spread his ass cheeks and sat on my dick. It felt really good to be honest. Just like with my time with Zahrelon earlier in the day. I pulled his back closer to me and wrapped my right arm across his waist. Nymorin gasped in surprise. "I want to test you a little." I said calmly.
Spawned in Hell, he naturally responded well to hierarchy and domination. He looked pleased that I took the initiative in grabbing him, but as time went on, he began to get anxious. He looked over his shoulder at me. "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be claiming me right now, Wraxix? I'm not going to let you own me if you don't dominate me. Fucking move already!" he growled. I shook my head and grabbed both of his hips. Moving was what he wanted. "No. I'm the one dominating you. If a master tells you to stay still for a full day, you stay still like a statue. All I'm asking for is 45 minutes." I said. He rolled his eyes and looked forward. He was muttering something under his breath. Nymorin had already submitted to me. He just had to wait for me. It was natural for a Hell spawned fiend. That did not mean they had to like it. If this failed, he would totally hate me. I leaned forward and began kissing at his back and shoulder blades. After 10 minutes of quiet, he began to squirm. I asked what was wrong. He grunted as he turned to look over his shoulder at me. "It's your energy."
