Pitch-Fic (Harem): Dark Contract #3

Author's Note: Whew, sorry, took me a sec to finish this one, hit a bit of a block along the way.

I'll go ahead and put the poll up for this month's pitch-fic right after this goes up, so make sure to keep an eye out for it! This month will be a tiny bit dry in terms of content -- I do have some stuff I think you'll all like coming up soonish, though -- but I'm putting some effort into a very large project (one I began working on in August) that I sadly can't show off until the beginning of October. Hopefully, though, it'll be worth the wait!

Anyway, on to the grand finale (for now?) of Dark Contract.

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You don’t manage to summon three demons from the depths of Hell without being at least a little resourceful. I took a book, its words and symbols carved in blood into its pages, written in a language I couldn’t understand, and deciphered it by trial and error. I made my own grove to carry out spells that, for a long time, didn’t work -- scavenged the materials, the daggers and candles, the incense. Hid the scars from where I’d let my own blood to do the same rituals again and again. All while attending high school.

I succeeded. I’m determined, I’m smart, and now, I’ve had time to prepare. The succubi -- Azafel, Lilitu, Empera -- return to me every few days or so, now. They tease me or pleasure me, use me. They do what they think will gain my favor, my devotion. Whatever they have to do to get me to sell my soul. Each one thinks they’re wearing me down, and I let them, even encourage them, feigning that each visit erodes my will. Over the last week I’ve taken to calling them to my location, which offers numerous benefits; firstly that it lets me control the setting of our soirées, and secondly, that it lets me know not only that they can be summoned, but how quickly they’ll arrive. In all instances, it was a matter of seconds before the demon I’d called for showed up, eager for their next chance to ‘turn’ me, believing they were closer than ever.

Each time I call to them, I learn something new, subtle questions or gestures giving me tiny bits of information. I’ve seen how they react when their names are spoken aloud -- reflexive recognition, rather than quick processing. I know they don’t correspond with one another. I know they don’t watch me when they aren’t with me. Perhaps most importantly, I’ve noticed how their... fluids... dissolve once they’ve vanished from my plane of existence. Small pieces of information, but enough to plan around. Further study of the tome has also helped me put events in motion.

It’s after school, two months after I first completed the ritual that summoned the trio to me, forever binding my fate to theirs. I gather my things, along with the small pack of occult items I leave behind the dumpster during classes, and make my way back out to the woods, wearing a dark violet skirt, short leather boots, and a black hoodie with a sleeved shirt beneath. I have the book, my athame, and everything else I’ll need to arrange the scene. A dark grin touches my lips as I wander, alone, into the woods.

The next hour is spent putting things together. I arrange candles -- black for binding, violet for intensity. Frankincense burns to the north, Dragon’s Blood to the south, and I let their scents mingle with the cooling air of the forest. I draw the symbols I’ll need, obscuring them with leaves or blankets where I must, having no desire to underestimate the demons’ understandings of my magic. All that’s left is the bait, to give them something they can’t refuse. Me.

“Empera, come to me,” I whisper. Wasting not an instant, I continue, “Azafel, come to me.” A second passes. “Lilitu, come to me.”

I remove my hoodie, begin to unfasten my skirt. I know where this is going, and there’s no need to be coy. Moments pass, no more than ten seconds, and I feel their presence, the darkness that gushes into my realm behind them, wafting in their passage like the cloak of a nobleman. The succubi, all three of them, together for the first time since that night in the woods, two months ago.

“What trickery is this,” Empera snarls under her breath, the muscular demoness narrowing her eyes at me. For a moment, I think she’s about to step forward, to threaten me physically, but the others are arriving -- and Lilitu speaks.

“Let her explain herself, Empera,” the gentle-faced beauty smiles softly at me. I know that her tenderness is an act, part of her appeal, but I’ve also taken it into consideration. Each demon is needed to neutralize the others. Lilitu’s playing her part, thinking she’s manipulating me. Delicious. Azafel, curiously, stays silent, though tilts her head sidelong to observe me with those dark, vivid emerald eyes.

“I’m... ready to make my decision. I think.” Two years of drama class blend with a helping spoonful of genuine uncertainty, the recipe of a perfect lie. The three consider me, regard me, each in their own way. Empera with a suspicious glare, Azafel with a knowing glance, Lilitu with an accepting smile. Predicted. “You’re all... so incredible, in such different ways. You make me feel so special. I think what I need to truly take the next step is...” I inhale deeply through my nostrils. Only a small portion of what I’m saying isn’t actually true. A great part of me has grown, in some perverse way, dependent on the affection and validation of the succubi. I slip my hoodie up over my head and let it drop beside me. “To be with all three of you at once. To feel you all, all at the same time.”

“Well,” Lilitu begins, her pretty face drawing down with concern, “if that’s what you feel you ha--”

“Whatever you need,” Azafel interrupts with a hungry purr, letting one strap from her dark minidress slip down from her shoulder -- the rest then following suit a moment later, spilling down along her slender curves to reveal her lean, graceful scarlet figure. She moves towards me, indulgent but not aggressive, her lips pressing firmly against my own, hands moving to my hips. Part reflex and part anticipation, I release the clasp on my skirt, letting it drop to the grass below me, the faded green of early autumn. I return her kiss, one of my hands going to her small, firm breast, cupping it, squeezing softly... and from behind me, I feel Empera’s strong, insistent fingers grasp my bra, tearing it away to free breasts barely significant enough to require the garment she’s stolen.

“Mmphh...” I let out a muffled murmur into Azafel’s lips, returning the kiss as the three demonesses surround me, a sextet of hands caressing along my skin, tugging and preening at what remains of my clothes. My t-shirt joins my skirt on the ground, though my boots are left alone -- Lilitu’s hands gently dragging my panties down around my ankles and leaving them there. I’ll be clumsy, but I doubt I’ll be doing much moving around anyway.

Once my panties are down, I feel Lili’s soft lips press against one of my balls, causing a shiver to run through me as I start to stiffen from the attention. One of Empera’s fingers has a different target, moving between the petite cheeks of my butt to prod against my asshole, pressing firmly before finally sinking in, drawing a gasp that sucks a tiny bit of hot air from past Azafel’s lips. A little moan escapes me as I nuzzle into the red-fleshed beauty, hands dragging down her slender sides as Lilitu tilts my hips sideways, giving her better access to slip my hardening girldick into her mouth, coating it with tingling wetness. My excitement is both genuine and mounting, goosebumps breaking out across my milky skin as Az breaks our kiss, sliding lower, taking one of my pierced nipples between her beautiful lips. She kisses it, suckles it, lets her demonic tongue roll nimbly around the sensitive pink bud, my back arching with delight as she adds to the gentle pleasure coming from all sides.

“Fuck me,” I whisper hoarsely, letting my eyes flicker shut for a moment. It isn’t a directed command, but a blanket one -- I can’t let the succubi settle for simply satisfying me with mouths or hands. I’ll need more. Fortunately, with the promise of a final decision to be made, they’re more eager to please than ever.

Hands, lips, and tongues become hips, fingers, and... firmer things. What few garments the succubi wear are discarded, revealing their diversely sumptuous figures, from the sleek, catlike Azafel, to the soft, rounded curves of Lilitu, to the warrior’s figure Empera sports. I close my eyes and feel them around me, tilting my head to break my embrace with Az and kiss Lili deeply, feeling her breath sucking mine away as I rock back and forth against them, between them. Empera’s hand moves away from my backside only to be replaced with something far larger, something I’ve become acclimated to over the time I’ve called upon her -- the meaty crown of her throbbing girlcock pushing against my tight, pliable back entrance, then finally inside. Lilitu’s tongue in my mouth is replaced by the sweet, spicy musk of Azafel’s dick, the two smaller demons now exchanging a long, playful kiss of their own as Lili aligns herself with the front of me. She aligns her dusky pink member -- the smallest of the trio, though still larger than my own -- with mine, winding delicate fingers around the pair and squeezing us against each other, her soft, full breast squishing into the side of my tiny one as she finds her place in the mix of bodies.

It’s hard to keep track of what’s happening, after only a few moments of being converged upon by these three fell predators, my body trembling as they do as I told them. I bob deeply up and down on Azafel’s shaft, taking it as deeply into my throat as I can manage as I feel Empera’s cock slide deeper and deeper into my ass, hammering into it with slow, full thrusts that leave me whimpering around my mouthful of demonic dick. I lose track of positioning or whether or not I’m even still upright -- I lay my head back into the bounty of Empera’s full breasts and whimper at the sensation of Lilitu’s rosy shaft throbbing against mine, wet with both our juices as she grinds back and forth against me. Every inch of my skin is tantalized by her own, while the back of me is cradled in Empera’s powerful figure, and my senses are muffled by the rich, exotic taste and scent of Azafel.

I slide back off of the crimson beauty’s shaft and tilt down again, letting my tongue lash hungrily over her balls, then the smooth, puffy patch of red skin between those and her asshole, teasing her with my tongue as she mounts my face. I dig my nails into Lilitu’s hips, sitting down hard on Empera and dragging the other succubus closer, our slender shafts jousting against one another... before finally even Lili gives in to the heat of the moment, dipping her dicktip downwards, first slathering our mixes juices along my own smooth sack, then against the stuffed rim of my back entrance, her spongey head prodding against the stretched pink perimeter of my ass. “Fuck, fuck,” I whisper breathily, deafened by the soft moans and growls of the three demons around me, predator and servant in simultude, and my whispers rise into an agonized whine of pleasure as Lili’s cock presses up and inside of me, sliding in slow along Empera’s far larger one.

“Couldn’t find a hole of your own?” the bigger demoness snarls, though the response is decisive.

“I know math isn’t your strong suit,” she grins, nuzzling my throat, her fangs nipping across delicate skin and drawing a whimper from me, “but she only has two.”

I’m not complaining. There’s discomfort at first, but I’ve gotten acclimated to Empera giving me a pretty rough stuffing, and at this point, I think my ass just expects the worst. I’ve learned to expect, to... appreciate, this kind of anal punishment, and the addition of Lili’s stiff, thrusting shaft just makes the experience all the more exciting and dynamic. Both of them slide in and out of me, slow at first, but gaining speed, alternating both their pace and the timing of their thrusts. The warrior-demon fucks me hard and slow, letting me agonize over every torturous inch of her massive cock as it slides in and out of me, while Lilitu fucks me with sensuous, rhythmic thrusts. All the while, my blissful moans and whines are muffled by Az, her slender thighs wrapped around my head as she smothers me with her balls and taint, my black-nailed fingers reaching up above me to feverishly stroke her stiff, gorgeous shaft while she uses my face as a saddle.

“Haahh... mmphhnahhhh...!” I gasp, starting to stroke Azafel’s cock harder and faster, sealing my lips around her smooth sack and looking up at her goddess-like figure, up that flat stomach to her perky tits and that devilish face, her ferocious eyes staring back down into mine as she straddles me. I rock my hips back and forth against the two others, shuddering each time I feel those two cocks slide deep in and out of my ass, my own member now fully unattended and ignored, yet still pulsating hungrily with the dark delirium of this demonic desire, dreamlike, almost dizzy with Dionysian delectation. Then, all at once, I feel Azafel pull away from me, leaving me breathless and drooling as she grinds her cock against the side of my face... then draws back completely.

“It feels like I’m being left out of something, sweetie... or rather, somewhere,” she purrs, her grin showing off fanged teeth as her body entwines with the other two, legs coiling around legs, hands positioned against the earth beneath us to hold our conjoined abomination of flesh aloft in a bizarre display of bodily geometry. Breast squishes into breast, and without Az’s undercarriage to keep my mouth occupied I find myself buried between Empera’s tits, lapping idly at one stiff, dark nipple, if only to keep myself distracted... as Azafel attempts to join the fray. I hear giggling and cajoling as a trio of cocks push and slide against each other, the third finally finding purchase as it presses against, then inside of my already overtaxed backside. I howl into the night, screaming skyward in the forest like the witches of old as one petite ass finds itself the only customer at a buffet of demonic girlcock.

“Ohhhfuck... ohfuckfuckfuuuckkk... Hecate, Baphomet, Osiris, holy SHIT!” I scream out, throwing my head back, a storm of spasms shaking through my body as an orgasm takes me by force, not one I’d anticipated but one I nonetheless won’t ever forget, sheer excess driving me to explosion as I’m smothered in smooth, scorching bodies and filled beyond capacity with their throbbing lust. The burst of ecstasy continues, my slender shaft squirting out messy bolts of spunk and coating the three figures surrounding me, my asshole clenching down tight around its multiple relentless invaders. All three demonesses are moving in sync now, thrusting in and out of me faster and faster, my butt binding them together into a tight bundle of pulsating rods as they exchange messy kisses with one another, long tongues entangling, hellish saliva trickling down between them and across my twitching naked body.

But I cannot lose my senses, no matter how badly my body wants to give in, to give them what they want. They’re good at what they do... but I’m determined, and I’m smart. I ride through my own climax, rocking my slim hips back and forth as hard as I can until I feel them begin to surge and spasm inside of me, these creatures from the pits of Hell caress and embrace one another, groping, touching, smothering me with their perfect bodies as their cocks unload inside of me, pumping blast after blast of their mixed liquids, filling my poor ass, creating a thick, frothy blend of their infernal seed. Exactly what I need.

It takes every bit of concentration I have to reach down between their writhing forms, down past my own throbbing member, to slip two fingers into my own ass -- already far past comfortable capacity -- to gather a thick glob of that profane mixture that’s been shot into me. I draw them up, and forward, in a motion subtle enough that the distracted succubi seem not to notice. I use the frothy blend as paint, and draw a symbol upon my chest, messy but clear enough to work. “Empera, Azafel, Lilitu, et sponsabo te mihi in ministerium,” I growl beneath my breath, eyes rolling back into my skull as the sigil I’d drawn on the ground -- the one matching my new personal decoration -- begins to glow, lighting the forest floor even through the various items I used to conceal it. What had been the panting throes of recent release become abrupt sounds of panic and shock from the three beautiful beasts I’ve bound, as their wills are taken. Their tasks failed, their contract unsigned.

“What... what have you done...?” I hear Lilitu whisper beneath her breath.

“Whore! What trickery is... aaAgh...!” Empera’s strained roar is silenced as the glyph I’d drawn lights on her shoulder -- as it does to the other two. “I’ll... I’ll tear you to--”

“You won’t,” I say, and for the first time in months, I finally relax. I lay back against the warrior-demon, using the firm cradle of her breasts as a pillow. She’s no longer a threat. She’s... my possession. “You won’t do anything I don’t tell you to do.”

“All of this,” Azafel says suddenly, and I swear I almost see her smile. Like she’s proud of me. “From the start, this was your plan. Turn us against each other, make us compete until you figured us out. Had us all where you wanted us.”

I close my eyes, and let a little smile of my own touch my dark lips. “You underestimated me... now you belong to me. My servants, my tutors, my bodyguards.” My grin widens. “My harem.”

~ Fin

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