A Deal with the Devil Ch. 04

"Oh my, it's so warm..." she cooed, playing her toes around delicately. "It feels almost like home."

Roger couldn't help but stare as her dainty foot moved along the surface of the water, gently splashing this way and that. Soon, however, the moment came to an end, and he was both relieved and saddened to see it go.

Sitting by his side, she made sure to cuddle herself up against him as tightly as she could.

"You know," she mused, conspiratorially, "I am required to keep you healthy."

At that, she moved a hand across his chest.

"That means I need to ensure you're clean." She added, and out of nowhere, produced a sponge.

"Does it now?" He asked, dejectedly.

She merely nodded.

"Of course, you don't have to clean me... unless you want to. I would love to feel your hands on my feet... or maybe you'd rather feel them on you?"

"Just... get it over with."

Elicet slid in behind him, and he felt her body curling against his. It was hard to force himself to remember, at times like that, why she was there. She wanted to enslave him. Yet her demeanour made that so effortless to forget.

As the sponge moved across him, he sighed. At least for now, he could just relax. Intended or not, the hot water and her movements were giving him some relief from the tension she had undoubtedly been intentionally building in him since she had arrived.

Then the sponge moved under his arm, and he couldn't help but flinch away.

"Did that... hurt?" She asked after a few moments, as if worried.

"N-no," he murmured, shying away slightly.

A few moments passed, and he was about to ask what she was doing, when her fingers moved to his sides and began to swirl around beneath the water. Instantly, he squirmed in her grasp, and tried to get away.

"I should have known." She hissed, excitedly, and danced her fingers across his skin.

"S-stop!" He squealed, but she was relentless.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, and paused momentarily.

"No, but-" he said, and then immediately regretted it, as her ticklish torture continued with a vengeance.

"Then I'm not harming you. Oh my, you poor thing." Her legs snaked their way around him, tightening around his legs and keeping her pinned to his back despite his desperate efforts to dislodge her. "Our contract merely requires me not to cause you harm... but this obviously isn't hurting you, is it?"

Laughing so hard now he couldn't speak, he merely tried, desperately, to get away from her. He was ticklish. Far, far more ticklish than most people, as it transpired. So much so that the mere thought of tickling was enough to make him shiver.

And now Elicet had discovered it. One of his worst vulnerabilities.

"Mmmm, far from it." She cooed, as her fingers brushed across his now stiffened cock. "So, this is what you like, hmmm?"

Now her fingers drifted up to his quite sensitive nipples, curling around them in circles.

"Awww, so sensitive. Poor boy... I guess you do have a weakness after all!"

This was what he had hoped would never come out. He couldn't stand it, and yet he loved it, and he couldn't stand that he loved it.

Not only was she tickling him, but she was doing so in such a soft and gentle way.

"It really doesn't take much to get you giggling, does it, ticklish boy?"

She wasn't even really trying. She didn't have to. Indeed, the sensual, slow nature of it was getting to him.

"I wonder just how ticklish you are?" She whispered, and began to scribble her nails across his sides.

It tickled immensely. He screamed. He thrashed. Yet, between his tears, he felt his cock wilting.

"Very ticklish I see... my my. What a sensitive little thing you are."

With that, she wrapped an arm around his chest, slipping her soapy fingers in under one armpit as the other hand began to glide around his cockhead. If that wasn't bad enough, she used her feet too, encircling his cock in a merciless grip and stroking him feverishly.

"So helpless. To think all I had to do all this time was tickle your sensitive little armpit a little and you'd melt like a kitten in my arms!"

After nearly two weeks of abstinence, he was practically at his limit. Yet he held on. Through sheer force of will he was able to force himself to be still, resisting the urge to thrust himself into her ticklish fingers.

"Poor, ticklish boy. Trying so hard not to squirm for me! I guess if I can't get into your head, it's lucky for me that your mind is trapped in such a sensitive body..."

"This ha-ha-has to be against the rules!" He groaned, every gentle movement of her fingers feeling like it was clawing away at his sanity.

"Hmmmm, I don't knoooow..." she mused, her fingers keeping up their slow and delicate torture, "how so?"

Roger's mind reeled, desperately trying to piece together an argument, but it was like building on sand and every move of her fingers was a wave crashing against his psyche.

"It - it -" he stuttered, trying as hard as he could not to laugh. "It-t's n-not FAIR!"

His plaintive squeal was followed by a gurgle of laughter as he shirked his neck, as she had begun to gently kiss all over the sensitive spots alongside his head.

"Awwww... is the succubus you summoned being unfair? I guess you didn't think our contract through very fully..."

He whined pitifully, feeling his cock throbbing under her ticklish ministrations. She never went too fast, indeed, she made sure her tickling was gentle enough as if to reinforce to him just how weak he was.

"Such a helpless, ticklish thing. Poor you... now the succubus has figured out your weak spots... I guess there's no way you'll hold out now."

Sobbing, he could feel his orgasm building, and with it he knew would disappear any hopes he had of greatness. He would be her thrall, a slave to her sexuality, and any dreams he had had would be lost amidst a single, mighty climax.

"Awwww, so weak and helpless. Can't get away from my tickly fingers can you? I'm barely even touching you and you're so powerless to resist me... I guess you really are hopelessly ticklish aren't you?"

Roger could hold back no more. As she began to kiss and lick his ear, his moans came out heavy and strong, and his body moved on its own. Now he thrusted into those devilish fingers with reckless abandon, unable to hold back his arousal any longer.

"Oh my, are you going to cum? Is the succubus tickling your sensitive little armpits and kissing your ears going to make you squirt out all your resistance? You know when you do you'll be mine..."

He tried everything he could to stop himself, to hold back, but he just couldn't make his body obey. Roger cried out, begging her to stop.

"Such a shame, I was hoping to see if you would last the whole month... Who knows, maybe you would have been able to force me to fulfil my side of the bargain? Oh well, too late now. You're going to cum for me and there's nothing you can do to stop me..."

It was over. He knew it. Within him he could feel his orgasm rising, inexorably building towards a climax which he knew would be the last he ever had as a free man.

It built, and built... and then it never came. He felt himself on the absolute brink, the knife edge of orgasm, and yet no matter what Elicet did he just could not crest his orgasm.

His squealing turned to manic cries of anguish as he struggled to comprehend the sheer assault of sensations bombarding him. Never before had he had to experience such utter frustration. All the while, her gentle tickling continued unabated, leaving him helpless to do anything but squirm and laugh.

"Something wrong? Oh my... I guess I forgot to mention it. You can't cum without my permission. Another little side effect of that demonic mark I put on your cute little balls."

Now he was totally beside himself. He couldn't think. He couldn't form thoughts. Nothing but the sheer mind-numbing ticklish touches she delivered and the overwhelming desire to cum filled his mind.

"Hmmm... I suppose it wouldn't technically be breaking our contract if you happened to cum from a little tickling, now, would it?"

In contrast to her words, she slowed the tickling of his cock, even as the rest of her torture continued. Two fingers was all it took to drive him totally insane. One then the other slowly curled under the hollow of his armpit, plucking away at his sanity like a violin string.

"Then again, I guess it would rather go against the spirit of our agreement..."

Again, contrasting her words, she began to rapidly stroke the tip of his cock between her fingertips circled around his glans.

She held him in limbo a few moments more before releasing him. Phantom touches kept him squirming long after he had been released from her grip, and she merely sat by the water's edge and watched.

"I can't force you to cum." She said, at last, when he was finally able to focus. "If I do, technically, your contract protects you. It has to be voluntary. You have to surrender yourself to me."

He heaved deep breaths, his orgasm ebbing away from the brink ever so slowly. The feeling of such glorious pleasure slipping away brought him to tears, but he knew he was lucky to have survived it with his freedom intact.

"Well, you have my interest, boy." Elicet said, soothingly. "Besides, this is far more fun than my usual summons. I never get to tease a cutie like you as long as this."

His cock ached with its lack of satisfaction, but slowly, he came back to his senses.

"You... you mean..."

"I'll help you achieve what you want." She said, with finality. "In the end, it won't matter. You'll submit to me willingly... they all do."