PITCH-FIC (Harem): Dark Contract #1

Author's Note: Yo! So, like Big Little Sister (the precursor to this kind of story) we definitely can't make this whole thing happen in one sitting. After setting the stage I have a lot more ideas for it, and very much plan to continue it on into next month -- here's hoping you all like what I (we!) came up with! I really think you will!

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I caress my fingers across the pages,‭ ‬the markings on them.‭ ‬I can feel the scratch marks where a pen‭ ‬--‭ ‬no,‭ ‬a quill,‭ ‬or something even more curious‭ ‬--‭ ‬was taken to the page itself.‭ ‬This book wasn’t printed,‭ ‬not pumped out of some factory and sold in some shitty store.‭ ‬It was‭ ‬written.‭ ‬And that’s what’s brought me back to it,‭ ‬day after day,‭ ‬reading the same words again and again.‭ ‬Different pronunciations,‭ ‬different inflections,‭ ‬different vibrations of my voice.‭ ‬Different cycles of the moon,‭ ‬different times of day.

It’s been two months now that I’ve been coming to this same place and reading from the book I found‭ ‬--‭ ‬the forest,‭ ‬my forest,‭ ‬the one two miles from the high school I attend.‭ ‬Nobody comes here,‭ ‬nobody has any reason to.‭ ‬No bike paths for the jocks,‭ ‬no fishing spots,‭ ‬no good view over the mountains.‭ ‬Perfect for me,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬Quiet,‭ ‬dark,‭ ‬cool in the hot days of August.‭ ‬Everything I need to speak the book’s words,‭ ‬or scream them,‭ ‬or sing them,‭ ‬and not have anyone know I’m here.

The book promises power.‭ ‬Power at a price that,‭ ‬with the right strength of will,‭ ‬can be foregone.‭ ‬Soon,‭ ‬people won’t make fun of me for things I read or the way I dress,‭ ‬the symbols on my backpack or the hexes I snarl under my breath at them.‭ ‬I can be strong.‭ ‬I can be the most powerful teenager in the country...‭ ‬maybe the world.‭ ‬I just need this book to give me what it tells me I can have.

I speak the words again,‭ ‬and again,‭ ‬this time louder.‭ ‬I scratch off a new sequence of pronunciations for words so old I can’t even guess their language‭ ‬--‭ ‬pure trial and error,‭ ‬but it’s all I have.‭ ‬With enough experimentation,‭ ‬and enough determination,‭ ‬I can make this work.‭ ‬I know I can make it work.

I say the words again.‭ ‬This time I scream them,‭ ‬standing up from my perch on the fallen,‭ ‬hollowed-out log of my makeshift forest witch-camp.‭ ‬I scream them at the heavens,‭ ‬leaving the book on the leaf-strewn ground.‭ ‬I know them by heart.

‭“‬Olivia Roland.‭”

A whisper,‭ ‬barely audible,‭ ‬but it snaps me out of the fervor my wailing has wrapped me up into.‭ ‬My heart,‭ ‬previously pounding in my chest,‭ ‬skips several beats at the sound of my own name,‭ ‬and I whirl around in circles looking for what made that sound.‭ ‬Blazing hazel eyes scan every part of my camp,‭ ‬from my log-seat to the crude tent I’ve set up and sparsely furnished.‭ ‬To the little campfire and tiny cauldron,‭ ‬to the symbols scrawled into the wet earth in charcoal.‭ ‬I don’t see anything,‭ ‬but hear the voice again‭ ‬--‭ ‬no,‭ ‬not the same voice.‭ ‬Only the same words.‭ “‬Olivia Roland.‭” ‬The voice is different,‭ ‬somehow harsher,‭ ‬but feminine too.

‭“‬Olivia Roland...‭” ‬comes a lilting sound,‭ ‬directionless as if coming from inside my own mind.‭ ‬I wheel around again,‭ ‬looking for the source,‭ ‬my eyes wild and stance wide,‭ ‬reaching for the rusted athame I’ve been using to carve glyphs.

‭“‬Where are you‭? ‬Who are you‭? ‬I command you to show yourself‭!” ‬I shout into the emptiness.‭ ‬I don’t know if it’ll work or not,‭ ‬honestly‭ ‬--‭ ‬the book didn’t say anything about summoning anything,‭ ‬though admittedly very little of it is written in english.‭ ‬I knew I’d be taking a chance of something going awry.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder,‭ ‬and spin again,‭ ‬holding out the short blade only for another hand to clasp my wrist,‭ ‬twisting it until my fingers surrender and drop the knife.‭ ‬Disarmed and breathless,‭ ‬I find myself face to face with the the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.‭ ‬Taller than I am,‭ ‬her skin is a shade of soft scarlet,‭ ‬her eyes deep pools of vivid green so dark as to be nearly black.‭ ‬Full,‭ ‬dark lips and a soft oval face framed by waves of inky hair that seems to writhe on its own gives her an open,‭ ‬earnest aesthetic,‭ ‬and I quickly find myself lost in her gaze as I struggle to find words.

‭“‬I am not yours to command,‭ ‬Olivia Roland,‭” ‬the woman whispers.‭ ‬A hint of a smile touches her lips,‭ ‬like she’s thought of something funny from long ago‭ ‬--‭ ‬an amusing thought that she can’t quite recall the punchline to.‭ ‬Removing her hand from my wrist,‭ ‬she moves a little closer,‭ ‬and I glance down her smooth throat,‭ ‬past her exposed shoulders and to the petite red cleavage displayed by her sigil-embroidered corset.‭ ‬She’s gorgeously lithe,‭ ‬her every small movement almost catlike,‭ ‬nearly as hypnotic as her eyes.‭ ‬I feel my mind wander,‭ ‬her words barely registering...‭ ‬but I find my focus once again.‭ ‬I may not have meant to summon something,‭ ‬but‭ ‬something I did worked.‭ ‬I’m close,‭ ‬and now I can get answers.

‭“‬Who are you...‭?” ‬I whisper,‭ ‬swallowing hard.‭ ‬She doesn’t answer for a long moment,‭ ‬that smile widening as she leans in to me,‭ ‬sniffing the side of my neck,‭ ‬then slowly extending her tongue‭ ‬--‭ ‬initially as far as I might expect a tongue to go,‭ ‬then farther,‭ ‬until a tendril of wet flesh nearly a foot in length trails up the side of my throat,‭ ‬tasting me.‭ ‬Sampling me.‭ ‬Her hands are on my hips now,‭ ‬and I feel her chest press into my nearly-flat one...‭ ‬then something coiling around my thigh....

‭“‬I’m Azafel,‭ ‬Olivia Roland,‭” ‬she whispers into my ear,‭ ‬then nibbles gently at my unpierced lobe,‭ ‬sharp nails trailing lustfully from my hips up my sides,‭ ‬under my tightly-fit‭ ‬Creature Feature t-shirt,‭ ‬tracing thin lines along my pale skin.

‭“‬J-just Liv,‭” ‬I whisper back,‭ ‬swallowing hard again,‭ ‬a tremble shivering through me.‭ ‬I hear my own teeth clatter against each other,‭ ‬and am filled with a strange feeling‭ ‬--‭ ‬a cross between abject regret at what now seems like a very bad decision,‭ ‬sheer panic in the presence of what is obviously a supernatural entity of unknown wickedness,‭ ‬and renewed resolve in the knowledge that what I’ve been pursuing is real.‭ ‬I need to get some kind of control of my senses back,‭ ‬just enough not to Azafel infest my every thought...‭ ‬enough to get more information.‭ “‬I...‭ ‬I want th--‭”

“Are you serious,‭ ‬Az‭?”

I snap out of my haze just as Azafel's lips are about to press against my own,‭ ‬and attempt to awkwardly dislodge from her,‭ ‬looking for the voice behind me.‭ ‬Another woman‭ ‬--‭ ‬what I can only assume is also a demon‭ ‬--‭ ‬stands behind me now,‭ ‬arms folded across her pert chest,‭ ‬a brow arched.‭ ‬She's a little smaller,‭ ‬her skin a shade of soft,‭ ‬pale violet that contrasts with the rosy pink of her eyes.‭ ‬She's a little more curvaceous in build,‭ ‬as well,‭ ‬clad not in corset and leather pants,‭ ‬but in something more akin to a firm-fitting cocktail dress,‭ ‬slit along both thighs to expose long,‭ ‬smooth legs.‭ ‬The black fabric of her garment is strewn with white,‭ ‬wispy patterns of mystical geometry,‭ ‬the same opalescent color as her shoulder-length white curls.‭ ‬Small horns sprout from her temples,‭ ‬and I manage to spot the sinuous squirming of a thin,‭ ‬hairless tail extending from her lower back.

‭“‬Oooh,‭ ‬what brings you here,‭ ‬Lili‭?” ‬Azafel grins,‭ ‬winding one hand around my waist and pulling me back against her,‭ ‬my butt now colliding with the front her pelvis and causing a pleasant chill to shoot through me.‭ “‬Come to watch‭?”

“I was sent here,‭” ‬the other woman narrows her eyes,‭ ‬but moves closer,‭ ‬closing the distance between the two of us and gently touching the side of my face,‭ ‬cupping it in one soft,‭ ‬warm hand.‭ “‬You’ve Olivia,‭ ‬aren’t you‭?”

Swallowing hard,‭ ‬I nod unsteadily.‭ “‬J-just Liv.‭”

“Liv,‭” ‬she smiles.‭ “‬My name’s Lilitu‭ ‬--‭ ‬I’m here to give you the answers you’re looking for.‭ ‬The chances you’ve been dying to take.‭”

“Pfffhahah,‭” ‬Azafel snorts from behind me,‭ “‬don’t believe a second of that bullshit,‭ ‬sweetie.‭ ‬She’s just here to take you from me.‭”

“Ahhh‭?” ‬Lilitu tilts her head to the side,‭ “‬and what exactly do you plan to do with her,‭ ‬Azafel‭?”

“Can...‭ ‬can someone tell me what’s going on‭?” ‬I do my best not to stammer,‭ ‬but this is definitely getting weird...‭ ‬and even through all the mixed feelings blasting off through my scattered mind,‭ ‬I’m still squirming with arousal from Azafel’s groping,‭ ‬her closeness and the heat of her body.‭ ‬I feel one hand slide back up the front of my shirt,‭ ‬cupping one of my tiny breasts and sensuously massaging it,‭ ‬rolling her thumb back and forth across and around one my pink nipples,‭ ‬rubbing the metal bar lacing it back and forth,‭ ‬causing shivers to roll through me.

‭“‬Both of these vultures want you to themselves,‭ ‬is what’s going on,‭” ‬growls a third voice,‭ ‬and my eyes widen.‭ ‬How many of these women‭ ‬are there‭? ‬The third steps out from behind a tree like she’s been there all along,‭ ‬and she’s as beautiful as she is terrifying‭ ‬--‭ ‬a head taller than Azafel,‭ ‬exchanging more traditionally seductive clothing for a black leather harness,‭ ‬diagonal leather straps covering the nipples of her impressive breasts,‭ ‬the bulge between her thighs barely contained by the dark fabric stretched tight across it.‭ ‬This one sports the largest horns and darkest skin in shades of gray,‭ ‬with hair the color of fresh blood tied into a voluminous ponytail high on the back of her head.‭ ‬Unlike the more comforting gazes of the other two,‭ ‬hers are the piercing yellow of a hunting hawk,‭ ‬and she sports a strong nose and chiseled features to match.‭ ‬Not a seductress...‭ ‬a warrior.

‭“‬Empera‭?” ‬Lili blinks,‭ ‬dumbfounded for an instant.‭ “‬Not you‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Was there some kind of mix-up in the contracts‭?”

“Wait,‭ ‬contracts‭?” ‬I blurt out.‭ ‬I am ignored.

‭“‬The contracts that got handed out like candy since you’ve done the ritual so many fuckin‭’ ‬times.‭ ‬We have a witch in the making,‭ ‬looks like,‭” ‬the big one,‭ ‬Empera,‭ ‬growls,‭ “‬kind of a skinny little thing.‭ ‬Amazing you ever even found that book.‭” ‬She moves toward me,‭ ‬her predatory eyes boring into my face,‭ ‬my soul.‭ “‬But you want power,‭ ‬don’t you‭? ‬You want that real shit.‭ ‬That dark shit.‭ ‬We can give you that...‭ ‬once you give us what we want.‭”

“And...‭ ‬a-and what do you want...‭?” ‬I swallow hard.‭ ‬I can feel Azafel’s hips rocking back and forth against my butt,‭ ‬and through her those dark leather pants I can feel her stirring to life,‭ ‬warm and insistent,‭ ‬grinding up and under the midnight blue pleats of my skirt.‭ ‬I feel her lips at the side of my neck,‭ ‬kissing,‭ ‬nuzzling into my ear again.‭ ‬Sweet whispers....

‭“‬Only your devotion,‭ ‬sweetheart,‭” ‬the succubus whispers,‭ ‬teasing my nipple more insistently,‭ ‬pinching it,‭ ‬tugging it,‭ ‬causing me to bite back a moan of pleasure.‭ “‬Your...‭ ‬agreement.‭ ‬I can give you anything you want‭ ‬--‭ ‬power,‭ ‬money...‭ ‬pleasure....‭”

“And what does that mean‭? ‬What do I...‭ ‬what do I agree to‭?”

“Don’t listen to her,‭ ‬Liv,‭” ‬Lilitu speaks up,‭ ‬one hand lightly touching my hip,‭ ‬her thumb brushing affectionately across the exposed skin of my lower belly.‭ ‬Her nose touches mine,‭ ‬and I taste the hot,‭ ‬hellish spice of her breath.‭ “‬She’ll leave you a smoking husk before you get to use anything she’s given you.‭ ‬I realize there are formalities with the way we work,‭ ‬but...‭ ‬they’re only just that,‭ ‬formalities.‭ ‬Offer yourself to me,‭ ‬Liv,‭ ‬and I’ll offer myself back.‭ ‬I’ll make sure you get everything you want.‭” ‬She closes the distance between us,‭ ‬pressing her lips tenderly into my own.‭ ‬I bask in the sensation,‭ ‬the sweetness,‭ ‬almost intoxicating.‭ ‬It seems like such a perfect promise,‭ ‬as genuine as Azafel’s lustfulness.‭ ‬Maybe it’s all real.‭ ‬Maybe she really does...‭ ‬care about me‭?

“You really gonna buy their shit‭?” ‬Empera lets out a bark of laughter.‭ “‬The seductress and the manipulator,‭ ‬already got their hands up your shirt and their snake words taking root in your idiot head.‭ ‬They couldn’t be more obvious‭ ‬--‭ ‬you two really have lost your touch.‭”

Lilitu gives a narrow side-eye to the bigger demoness,‭ ‬a wicked glare that belies something darker beneath her sugary promises.‭ “‬And I assume you’re here for the scenery‭?”

“Of course not.‭ ‬I’m here for that girl’s contract,‭ ‬just like the two of you are.‭” ‬That kinda makes me doubt the idea that Lili’s the‭ ‘‬good‭’ ‬one.‭ ‬This weird turn of events,‭ ‬or...‭ ‬paperwork error‭? ‬...seems to be working entirely in my favor so far.

‭“‬Ah,‭ ‬and I suppose she’ll give it to you willingly,‭ ‬then‭? ‬Just because she...‭ ‬what,‭ ‬likes that silly ponytail‭?” ‬Lilitu giggles quietly,‭ ‬her eyes pointedly avoiding mine as she argues with the other woman.

Empera grins widely,‭ ‬showing off more brutal fangs than the other two’s more delicate counterparts‭ ‬--‭ ‬two on the top‭ ‬and the bottom.‭ “‬She’ll give it to me if she doesn’t want me to put her in a full-nelson and drill her asshole‭ ‘‬til she can’t move,‭ ‬Been too long since I got to give a resistant pledge a proper...‭ ‘‬convincing,‭’ ‬eheh.‭”

Fuck,‭ ‬I gotta think fast.‭ ‬All three of these women‭ ‬--‭ ‬these demons‭ ‬--‭ ‬are encrouched around me now,‭ ‬their touches either gentle or firm,‭ ‬all of them invasive and...‭ ‬in their own way,‭ ‬intensely exciting.‭ ‬I can’t help but shiver at their grasping hands or exploring fingers,‭ ‬the way I’m cradled into Azafel’s warm figure,‭ ‬sandwiched between so much...‭ ‬so much succubus.‭ ‬I can feel my panties straining against an involuntarily stirring erection,‭ ‬arousal rapidly building in my body,‭ ‬muddying my thoughts.‭ ‬The way this is going,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬these three are gonna tear me apart if I don’t find a way to interfere.

‭“‬What if,‭” ‬I say hesitantly,‭ ‬clearing my throat and biting my lip as Azafel’s grasp on my pierced nipple tightens,‭ ‬causing just enough discomfort to sharpen the pleasure.‭ “‬What if you all had an equal chance at me‭?” ‬I continue,‭ ‬a little bolder as a plan starts to take form in my mind.

Lilitu’s rose-colored gaze flicks back to meet mine,‭ ‬as swift and sudden as a serpent zeroing in on prey.‭ ‬When our eyes meet,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬hers soften‭ ‬--‭ ‬whether genuine simmering down of her annoyance with Empera,‭ ‬or part of her‭ ‘‬act,‭’ ‬I still have no clue.‭ “‬And...‭ ‬what,‭ ‬exactly,‭ ‬did you have in mind‭?”

I fidget,‭ ‬trying not to make anything resembling eye contact with Empera,‭ ‬who seriously scares me.‭ ‬All of these women are honestly frightening in their own way,‭ ‬if not always as direct of one.‭ ‬That can be fixed,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬if I turn them against each other.‭ “‬I can only sign up under one of you,‭ ‬right‭? ‬It’s like some kind of...‭ ‬infernal MLM thing,‭ ‬am I getting it‭?”

“Em-El-Em‭?” ‬Empera grunts.

‭“‬Multi-level marketing,‭” ‬Azafel sighs.

‭“‬Oh.‭ ‬Then...‭ ‬huh.‭ ‬Yeah,‭ ‬I guess.‭”

“So,‭” ‬I inhale,‭ “‬let’s have some fun with it.‭ ‬Make it a competition.‭ ‬Whichever one of you can convince me to sign up under you,‭ ‬I’ll...‭ ‬y’know,‭ ‬sign up under.‭” ‬Ooh,‭ ‬didn’t stick the landing on that one.‭ ‬I really should have prepared a better plan for something like this,‭ ‬but fuck,‭ ‬how was I supposed to expect this kind of situation‭?

There’s a long moment of silence,‭ ‬and I remain still and quiet as the three demonesses glance back and forth between each other,‭ ‬each looking initially confused,‭ ‬then trepidatious,‭ ‬then curious‭ ‬--‭ ‬if in very different orders and rhythms.‭ ‬Azafel’s the first one to finally speak up,‭ ‬a certain hesitation in her voice that’s very different from her attitude had been when she’d first arrived.‭ “‬That could be...‭ ‬fun,‭” ‬she says,‭ ‬sliding her hand from my breast,‭ ‬down my stomach,‭ ‬caressing casually down to my hip.‭ “‬I’ll do it if these two will.‭”

“I’ve never backed down from any challenge before,‭” ‬Empera growls,‭ ‬narrowing her teeth down at me and taking a step back,‭ “‬and I won’t back down from this one,‭ ‬either.‭ ‬I’ll show you the right decision.‭”

“You’re clever,‭ ‬Liv,‭” ‬Lilitu smiles softly at me,‭ “‬I think you’ll come very far.‭ ‬Very well‭ ‬--‭ ‬a competition it is.‭ ‬It will be interesting to engage in some good,‭ ‬old-fashioned temptation again.‭”

“We should return to Hell and share the situation with our...‭ ‬benefactors,‭” ‬Azafel adds,‭ ‬finally dislodging from me completely and stalking‭ ‬--‭ ‬reminding me once again of the catlike fluidity of her every movement‭ ‬--‭ ‬toward the other two,‭ ‬playfully caressing Lilitu’s face,‭ ‬then Empera’s.‭ “‬Be ready for our return,‭ ‬Liv Roland,‭” ‬she purrs.

Empera nods,‭ ‬her eyes lighting with dark flame as her body begins to drift away into cinders,‭ “‬You ask to be tempted by all three of us...‭ ‬let us see if you’re strong enough to endure it.‭”

Lilitu is the last to completely disappear,‭ ‬likewise slowly vanishing in a breeze of embers.‭ “‬Bye,‭ ‬Liv.‭”

I’m left alone in my forest camp,‭ ‬breathless and still rock-hard,‭ ‬a flush on my pale cheeks as I try to process everything that’s just happened.‭ ‬I don’t know what I just got myself into,‭ ‬but something tells me that seizing that one bit of power over the triad of succubi,‭ ‬however small,‭ ‬gave me an advantage.‭ ‬Now I just need to figure out a way to get their magic without signing‭ ‬any of their contracts....

But at least now I have time to prepare.