The Kissing Bargain

He couldn't argue with that, he realized, biting his lip. He had nowhere to be in a hurry.

He had no excuse to refuse her.

He flushed bright red as he felt her breath tickle his ear, as he felt her fingers playing over his clothed shoulder. "These deals sure are fun," she purred. "But are you suuuure you don't want some kisses before we keep going? Just to, um, keep you satisfied for a little while?"

She made a kissy sound in his ear and giggled. "I can tell you like them."

He swallowed. "What... which emeralds do I break?" he managed.

"Mm... Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes."

Her lips brushed over his neck. "Yes, what?"

The words escaped him before he could think. "Yes, please," he panted.

She started wetly kissing his neck, moaning. He leaned away without thinking, opening himself up to more and more decadent little kisses, quivering in half-unwanted pleasure.

Images trickled through his head, slowly, slowly. He saw an emerald by the corner behind him flash bright green. One out of seven, he intuitively sensed.

"That's one," she cooed sweetly, still kissing him. "Another?"

"Yes!" he whispered.

"Mm..." She crawled into his lap, kissing tenderly up and down his neck, covering him in lipstick marks.

An emerald just by his foot flashed bright green.

"Another?" she asked with a little laugh.

"Yes," he whined. He felt strangely confused. Numb.

Again and again she kissed him, wriggling in his lap, pressing her ass against his cock as she kissed and kissed and kissed. Her every kiss scattered his thoughts, fogged his mind, until he could barely see straight into her gleaming yellow eyes. She was giggling at him. His head was spinning. He kept trying to make notes—"Yes, please."— but she kept—"Yes, please."—confusing him with her sweet touches, distracting him with her—"Yes, please."

And on the last emerald, she started to bounce lightly in his lap, grinding against him, and he let out a pitiful whimper.

He lay there in there chair, dazed and needy. He stared up into her bright red eyes, briefly confused.

She was still in his lap.

She beamed, apparently sensing his confusion. "I'm not touching you!" she cooed, wriggling a little. His cock throbbed beneath his trousers. "I found a loophole!" She seemed extremely delighted with herself over this new development.

He stared at her helplessly. He couldn't focus. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't remember the emeralds.

She felt so good in his lap.

She leaned in, grinning at his predicament. "Uh-oh," she cooed, giving her ass another wriggle. "Looks like someone's enjoying this more than he purported!"

In desperation, Snatch lunged forward with his hands. The imp recoiled, eying his bare skin warily. "Hey!" she protested, balancing on his knee. "No fair! I can't touch the parts of you that aren't clothed, silly!"

Through the fog, Snatch's eyes lit up. Before she could react, he'd lunged down, unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers—and forcing Sindra off him in the process. His shirt quickly followed suit.

Totally naked, he gave a sigh of relief.

"oh, wow." She pouted, crossing her arms together. "I guess you've outsmarted me. Now you're all naked, and I can't play with you unless you tell me do. And you know all the emeralds now! Darn it."

She bounced to her feet, giggling. "So, those emeralds..."

Snatch blinked.

He stared around fuzzily.

He knew he needed to get the door open. He couldn't quite remember why, but he knew it was important, wasn't it?

Or was that just what she wanted him to think?

Which had been the emeralds, anyway? There'd been... one by his foot... um, one behind him...

She batted her eyelashes. "Gosh, do you need me to repeat any of them?"

Snatch forced his mind to clear. He concentrated on the ceiling for a moment, tuning out the giggles and sly glances of the imp.

He stood up, cock bouncing—it was halfway erect now, to his embarassment.

He raised his foot and smashed deliberately down on one emerald. It crunched easily beneath his foot. At the same time, he stooped and smashed his fist down on another.

As both shattered, a hum went through the room. His ears popped. And a shower of sparkles and glitter erupted from the gems.

Snatch blinked rapidly as the imp gave an impressed, "Oooh." The green sparkles flashed and glimmered around him, causing his head to sway. They swirled, gleaming, glowing, like a little dust devil he was caught in the center of. Dimly, it occurred to Snatch that he'd never asked what would happen if he smashed the right gems.

He realized he was on his hands and knees now.

"So pretty," he heard the imp murmur. "So sparkly."

Detecting a softness to her tone that he didn't like—or rather, liked a little too much—Snatch tried to look away. Tried. Tried to look.

Tried to.

"Sparkly," he repeated, when prompted by her giggles, as the gem shards hovered around him, spinning, spiraling, immersing him in green light.

"Imagine that each one reflects a tiny little fragment of your mind," she whispered. "Imagine that your mind is contained inside every... little... piece. Scattering. Sparkling. Spinning. Spinning into sparkles. Lost in the light. And they're so very, very pretty, aren't they?"

His head felt so light. The sparkles held him captive, even as he fought to resist, fought to...

... so sparkly...

Pretty, he tried to say, but all that escaped him was a soft sigh.

"That's right," she cooed. "That's... so sparkles... good..."

As the shards swirled around him, Snatch fought to close his eyes. It was horribly difficult, because every time his eyes would start to droop shut, the shards would sparkle just so, causing him to blink. And he couldn't shake the sense that she wanted him to close his eyes, that this was all some kind of trick.

"So pretty," her voice droned. "So pretty and nice and pretty and dumb... pretty dumb..." She giggled. "Pretty dumb nice horny dumb dumb horny..."

He sighed again, softly, happily. His cock was getting very hard, and he felt the urge to stroke it as these emerald lights and her sultry voice bathed him in blissful promises of thoughtlessness... It was getting harder and harder to fight, harder and harder to close his eyes, harder and... hard... so hard...

"So pretty," she whispered. Her voice was giving way to a moaning, breathy, uneven tone. "Sleepy silly pretty sparkly little horny little dumb..."

Snatch's eyes finally shut.

Instantly, the effects dissipated, and he felt his mind clear a little. The rosy air still permeated the room, however. He rose unsteadily to his feet, leaning on the chair for support.

Sindra's voice was gasping and weak, and Snatch realized her dirty talk was getting a little... disjointed. "Silly horny pretty dumb pretty sparkly pretty sparkly prettty..."

He cautiously opened his eyes and confirmed that the emerald dust was mostly dissipated. She was still staring at its remnants, her red eyes wide and glazed-over, her mouth hanging open and drooling slightly.

She'd been hypnotized by her own little trap.

Snatch stared at her a moment, uncertain what to do. She continued to chant the adjectives, standing over the swirling mass of emeralds, eyes wide.

"Silly horny sparkly dumb..." she whispered, her fingers hovering around her pussy.

Snatch hesitated, then leaned in.

"... little Sindra," he whispered.

There was a pause in her chant. She blinked rapidly, and for a moment, he thought he'd gone too far.

"... silly sparkly pretty dumb little Sindra," she whined. She seemed almost relieved to have an end to the chant. "Horny little dumb Sindra. Horny silly sparkly Sindra!"

"Do..." His lips were dry. "Do you want a closer look?"

She gave a tiny nod, barely listening to him.

Using a scrap of her discarded dress—just in case—he pressed gently down on her head, pushing her down into the midst of the remnants of the emerald spirals. She let out a soft, blissful sigh as the broken magics immersed her.

He stared at her, head swimming. He still felt... a bit confused. Dumb. And gods, did staring at her quivering body make his cock twitch.

But she was still dumber than he was. He tried not to ogle her beautiful body as he petted her hair through the cloth. "That's good," he whispered. "That's nice, isn't it? So pretty and sparkly. You want more pretty and sparkly, right?

As the sparkles at last started to fall, she let out a little whimper and nodded.

"Where is the next emerald like that?" he whispered in her ear.

She squirmed. "Kiss," she whined.

"No, I won't—"

"Kiss!" she insisted, turning to him, her eyes still sparkling. Sparkling so prettily. Glimmering, gleaming...

He stared at her, biting his lip. He still felt so... so...

... horny. And as her eyes flitted down towards his cock, she gave a sly smile. "Kiss," she repeated, licking her lips.

Without thinking, he smashed another emerald. It didn't matter which one—he just needed to confuse her. He closed his eyes just in time as he heard the shower of emerald sparks that followed.

She let out a soft sigh of contentment, mixed in with a disappointed whine, as she drifted back into the trance she'd been under.

"No," she whimpered, "I wanna... wanna drink you... not... fair..."

"Later," he promised, petting her more. He hesitated, then reached down, hand hovering over her pussy. "You can drink me all up soon. Just tell me where the next emerald is."

"Okay." She giggled, and he got the sense that in her current state, he could ask her for the keys to the Neogi Voidcraft and she would agree. She pointed.

He gently guided her over, and she crawled alongside him when he shattered the emerald. She gave a happy sigh, totally content to let the shards swirl around her once more.

He cautiously opened his eyes, making sure not to focus on any point for too long. She was panting, tongue lolling out, eyes shimmering in perfect, stupid bliss.

"It, like..." She moaned. "... feels so good... forgot h-how good it feels, being... totally dumb... about to drink up a cutie's brains..."

"Brains?" Snatch swallowed.

"Teehee!" She squirmed, and he realized he'd started stroking her pussy without even thinking about it. "Yeah, like... when an imp trades secrets, she makes the other person a little bit, like, dumber! But I've only gotten a little taste of you so far." She bit her lip, swaying. "Need more..."

"The next emerald." There were seven in total, he dimly recalled.

The next went easily. So did the fifth and sixth. Sindra seemed so happy to be of help, but his promise hung in the air, heavy as iron chains. He knew she would hold him to it, but when?

She'd been drinking his mind. How much had she taken? How much had he lost? Could he make her forget about the promise? Snatch was no mindweaver. And she really, really wanted him to keep it.

And he really, really wanted to fuck her. He was almost whimpering as she rode his fingers, feeling the tight, slick warmth. He raised his foot to crush the final emerald.

Just then, she started chanting again, gasping as his finger slowly fucked her..

"Feels so good. Feels so nice. So nice. So much pleasure. So much nice good pleasure nice! I am a nice, horny little... fucktoy!" She squealed the last word as she came, and beamed up at him in idiot bliss even as he readied to shatter the seventh and final binding. "A n-nice, horny fucktoy for Alrek's pleasure!"

Snatch froze.

He wasn't sure why she'd called him that, but dimly, it called to him. Compelled him in a way he didn't understand. He stared at her in confusion. "W-What?"

His fingers slid out of her pussy with a slick, sticky sound. He felt her take his hand in her smooth, soft, silken fingers, and realized he was stooping, letting her guide it into his own mouth.

He started to protest, but she cooed, "Shh. Shh. Good boy!"

"T-Touching..." he gasped.

She giggled. "You touched me first, silly."

And his fingers slipped between his lips, and he tasted her sweetness.

Instantly, his head grew heavy, and he collapsed atop her. She squealed with excitement, locking her legs around him. "We're both cheating," she whispered conspiratorially at him. "But... I'm better, aren't I?"

He stared up at her, gasping as he slipped inside her, as her pussy started to contract and milk...

"There we go," she cooed, kissing his cheek. He whined, so she kissed him on the lips. Twice. He stared at her dazedly, losing himself to her pleasure, to her sweet kisses, and she smirked. "Poor, dumb boy is 'bout to get a little bit dumber, okay, Alrek?"

His response was cut off by another kiss. She bounced her hips teasingly and giggled. "I guess dumb li'l me was still pretty enough to turn this big, smart man into a stupid little—"

He brought his hand up with the last fragments of his strength and smashed it down against the emerald beside him.

She grinned and closed her eyes immediately. Too late, he remembered he was supposed to do the same.

As the emerald shattered, the gem shards exploded around them, and his jaw went slack. Behind them, he heard a grinding, a crackling, and a fizzling sound.

But he was lost. Lost in the emeralds, lost in her hot, tight, wet pussy...

"I'm gonna fuck you molten," the demon hissed, gyrating her hips beneath him, kissing him fiercely. "Gonna—mm—make you forget I'm a demon next! You'll assume I'm some cute human girl with funny horns. Then I'll make you think you're a demon. A stupid, easy demon, and me your clever summoner. Doesn't that sound like fun? But don't worry, I'm gonna trade you some really useful info." She gave a wicked grin. "Like how to always obey me! And how to be a giggly little bimbo fucktoy for me!"

He moaned and whimpered, totally lost, totally empty...

"Silly boy!" she sang, as her tits bounced above him, as her hips bounced in his lap. "Silly, horny boy, thinking he could brainwash a demon! Like those silly emerald shards could brainwash me." She gave an unconvincing giggle. "It was all a trick! I was in full control all along!"

He gasped as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him right on the lips. He knew he was covered in her marks now, and a part of him reveled in it. He was hers. Hers forever. "Shards are gone now, anyways," he whimpered.

"Ooh, really?" Her eyes opened. "That was...fast..."

She blinked rapidly.

The emeralds still encircled her. They swirled, sparkled, spun and shimmered, captivating her, making her lips part slightly, making her eyes glitter in reflection of their endless spiral.

She gave a whimper. "Boy, I... really am still really... um, dumb... dumb... horny..."

He nibbled her lower lip and gave a little whimper in her ear, eagerly bucking his hips up into her. "Let's play for a while," he pleaded.

"Ooh... let's..." She giggled.

And she started to bounce. His eyes widened, and he squealed in bliss as he came, came inside her as she milked him, milked him molten. He trembled beneath her as she giggled, planting dazing kiss after dazing kiss on his wide-eyed face, and he drowned.

He drowned in pleasure. Melted into it. Melted into pink rivers of love and lust and bliss and stupidity. She didn't need to trade anymore secrets. He would give it all up if only to be lost in her arms for the rest of his life.

And even in her trance, she clearly knew it. And she would do the same. She was screaming, too, bouncing faster, and before he knew it, he was cumming once more. The waves of bliss were endless. Irresistible. And he couldn't even remember why he would want to resist them.

"Fuck me!" she mewled, rolling onto her back. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

He rolled atop her and kissed her, pounding into her, and she squealed like a wifwolf in heat, like a spelled cambion, like a fucktoy—

"Oh, um, hi, Snatch."

He heard an awkward giggle, and looked up numbly at a pretty catgirl he didn't quite recognize right now standing in the doorway. She was leaning against the wall, covered in someone else's lipstick kisses, naked. But free.

She winked. "Bad timing?"

THE END?

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Thanks so much for reading! This story takes place some time after Wicked Amusement but well before Sea Slimes, but it's meant to serve as fairly standalone. I hope you enjoyed it. I might continue it sometime if I can find the hours in the day to spare.

As always, feedback is super welcome!