Good Intentions

Oh. Her eyes widened. Oh, yes it did, of course it did, she was sure it did. She beamed senselessly and sucked passionately, now certain she could taste that delicious, addictive candy touch.

"Closer, sweetie," whispered the demoness, giggling as Rista hopelessly stumbled onward. The way she followed the finger, it might as well have been a leash. "That's a good girl. Right over the summoning circle,so clever of you. It's going to be so much easier to interrogate me here, won't it?"

Her eyes spiraled with endless shades of pink, filling Rista's vision with twin molten sunrises.

"Ummm..." Rista blinked fuzzily, trying to understand the logic. Wasn't that true? Surely it would be so much easier to get information from Luci this way. So much closer. Easier to... to listen to what Luci was saying, to pay close attention...

It wasn't as if she had anything to worry about. She smiled brainlessly up into the pretty swirling pink orbs. She had everything under control.

Still, she couldn't help but let out a squeak as she felt Luci's other hand slipping daintily between her legs and creeping between her inner thighs. She sucked harder, whimpering, as she felt something else coiling around her thigh.

Through the horny dumb haze of pleasure and praise, she realized it was Luci's tail.

The tail gently guided her knees to bend as Luci's free hand cupped her ass from underneath, and Rista whimpered as she realized Luci was easing her right onto her back in the middle of the summoning circle.

That seemed definitely dangerous. Briefly unsure, she frowned up into Luci's eyes for a long, hard moment, deciding she needed to make certain Luci wasn't up to anything bad.

The eyes swirled and spiraled and drew Rista in, deeper and deeper and deeper as Rista sucked and sank down to her knees. Rista sighed happily. So pretty. So swirly.

As she reached the floor, waves of sugar bliss seemed to positively flood through her. Rista moaned, gazing up at Luci with a feeling... almost like worship. Her lips felt almost like a new erogenous zone as the fingers slid in and out, fucking her mouth, almost training her, and she felt positively alight with passion, with desire, with pride.

Luci beamed down at her. The finger slid out from between Rista's lips at long last, slipped down Rista's neck as, below, Rista felt those other fingers beginning to stroke and tease. Rista bit her lip to hold in a squeak of pure need. "You're not going to have any trouble doing just as I say, are you?" the demoness purred, tickling under Rista's chin. "Not going to tell anyone about what we agree on tonight? You don't need aaaanyone's help, after all~"

Rista shook her head obediently, keening and mewling softly as the fingers below toyed expertly with her dripping sex.

"Good girl!" The pouring pleasure that immersed Rista at these two little words, so sweetly spoken, was to Rista beyond measure. Luci was proud of her. So, so proud. "You aren't meant to be some dreary, dreadfully dull captain, are you? You want something...more."

"Yes, Luci," Rista whimpered, her whole world swimming in those eyes. "Oh, yes, yes, yes..."

"You want me to show you the way, don't you?" Luci cooed.

"Yes, yes, please y-ye..."

Rista trailed off.

Somehow, deep down, some tiny part of her mind still struggled with this. Some lingering part of Rista objected, fought, warning her that this was wrong, that this was a disgraceful way to lose, that she would be remembered as a traitor, a fool, a failure.

And that--the idea of doing something shameful, something less than glorious--bothered her a little, in what rational roots of her mind still remained..

She hesitated, biting her lip.

But Luci seemed to notice this struggle, and the demoness smirked. She swept in close, immersing Rista in her body heat, easing Rista all the way onto her back and lying atop her. "Aww, precious," the sweet fiend teased, "we promised to be honest, remember?"

Rista moaned softly as the fingers stroked mercilessly, as she felt her legs involuntarily parting to admit the touches. "B-But I... I... sh-shouldn't..."

"But don't you want to?" Luci said softly, smiling as her fingers worked their terrible magic on Rista's helpless body. "Just imagine it, my dear." Her eyes shimmered and spiraled and swirled with candy hearts.

Rista stared up into them, hopelessly enthralled. Her mind felt immobile.

No, not immobile. Unwilling. It would not obey Rista. She could not make herself want to stop looking.

"Just... imagine," Luci hissed, and it was as if her voice was from so, so far away. "You at the head of the alliance to defeat the demons. The crowds chanting your name. Your lady, so full of admiration. Your enemies, full of fear. You, the hero."

"Hero," Rista whispered. She could see it in those eyes, couldn't she? Just like she could taste the sweetness in the air as she leaned in closer, scooted further into Luci's delectable touch.

"Wouldn't it be worth it?" Luci asked innocently. The fingers toyed with Rista's sex, teased around her sensitive folds so delicately, so daintily, slid inside and stroked over Rista's tingling clit... "Wouldn't it be worth aaaaanything," the word slithered into Rista's ear and curled around her melting mind like a serpent around its prey, "to have me at your service?"

"I... ooh..." Rista squirmed and wiggled in delight. She stared up into Luci's spiraling eyes and found herself smiling.

"I can show you the way," Luci cooed down at her, rising to straddle Rista's prone form. Her touches sped up, drawing hopeless moans and squeaks and whimpers from Rista's quivering lips. "My power will flow through you like honeyed milk, sweetie, and all will know of your conquest. The Knights of Yoric will be spoken of with fear, with admiration, with respect, and you will be their general."

"Yes," Rista whined, feeling herself nodding along. "Oh, ohh, yesss..."

"You can show them all the way," Luci whispered, smirking. She caressed Rista's cheek with a hand. "And you'll get to taste my sweetness on your tongue for the rest of your life."

The finger stroked faster along Rista's clit. Every nerve in Rista's body was cooing in joy as that wonderful molten heat spread through her, helping her to ooze deeper and deeper under Luci's control.

The will to fight melted in that heat. Melted like the nothing it truly was.

"Yes," Rista cried, "oh, yes, yes, yes!"

She barely knew what she was saying, and yet she knew so perfectly, so hopelessly that she meant it. And it felt so good to say everything Luci wanted her to say.

Luci giggled. "So you're ready, sweetie?" She leaned in close, voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Ready to submit?"

"I... I..." Rista's voice caught. She bit her lip, staring in hopeless adoration up into those big swirling eyes.

"Don't you want," Luci cooed, as another finger slipped inside Rista's dripping cunt, "to be a good girl?"

Good girl. Rista positively drooled at the words. She brainlessly nodded. Good girl. Good girl. She would be a good girl. The best girl. Luci's champion. Luci's hero.

"Good girls say, 'Yes, Mistress'," Luci said sweetly.

"Yes, Mistress," Rista squeaked.

Luci beamed in triumph. "Good girl," she said smugly. "Cum for Mistress, now, sweetie~"

And the fingers sped up, and Luci's lips parted, and she squealed in ecstasy as she came.

The orgasm came pouring over her like a tidal wave of pure sweetness. She could taste it on her tongue, just as Mistress had said, she was sure of it--even before Luci smirked and seized her in a delectable, mind-melting three-tongued kiss.

Rista cried and mewled and moaned, clinging with almost pathetic desperation to her Mistress, submitting utterly to the kiss. Her whole face was alight, but she didn't know why she was so flushed-faced--after all, she had won!

She whined and begged wordlessly as Luci pulled back from the kiss to smile down at her, still bucking against Luci's fingers, still writhing in Luci's embrace like a wifwolf in heat. Luci descended to kiss hungrily along Rista's neck, and Rista squealed in pleasure. The orgasm seemed as though it would never end, and she was in a heaven unlike any she had ever imagined.

Luci seemed only too happy to draw the orgasm out longer and longer, pumping her slick fingers in and out, peppering Rista's flushed face with sweet kisses and giggling as Rista tried and failed to muster words to plead for more.

Rista was lost. She finally understood the meaning of the demon expression fucked molten. She was putty in Luci's embrace, and a part of her swore that Luci could melt her into nothing at all and Rista wouldn't mind. She wanted to give it all. She needed to be a good girl. The best girl. Luci's obedient little hero.

But Luci did at last show mercy and slow her attentions, ease the intensity of her kisses, pull her fingers out to lick them clean and begin a slow, gentler stroking. Rista was panting for breath.

"Now, wasn't that a delight?" Luci asked with a little laugh. "Such a sweet little prideslut you are."

"Mm..." Rista nodded dreamily, giggling at the praise. She felt like she was ooze, happy, blissful ooze dripping aimlessly through a wonderful eternal afterglow.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?" Luci cooed, patting Rista on the head. Rista giggled and rubbed her head eagerly against Luci's hand, eliciting another laugh and more headpats. "Aww, so eager! I can't wait to show you off to the others~"

Rista glowed with pride. She was a good girl! That thought made her so achingly happy.

Almost as happy as the thought of being shown off. Admired. Envied and adored.

She gave a dumb, blissful smile and wriggled closer to Luci, scarcely noticing as Luci took one of her hands from her, totally limp, and used it to wipe away some of the chalk markings of the binding circle.

As one, the candles went out, and the sigils' glow faded. Rista was left in the darkness, with only those swirling eyes for light.

But Rista didn't really mind. In fact, she was already thinking about who she wanted to show off her new Mistress to first. She had a little smirk at the thought.

She had a feeling Lady Eve would be positively dazzled.

THE END.

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