Chapter 2: The Contract
“What?” I managed to squeak out as she moved closer my eyes unavoidable drawn to the way she moved, gracefully, gliding each foot in a perfect line in front of the other, if she wasn’t such a skinny girl the sway of her hips would have caused traffic accidents if she walked down the street. She stopped in front of me, the top of her head barely reaching my chin, I’d guess she was a bout 5’4” almost a foot shorter than my 6’3”. She tilted her head back staring into my eyes,
“I am yours to do with as you wish, I am your slave, your pet, your sex toy, your wife, as per our contract. I am here and I am yours, master.”
“What?” I repeated, my brain not processing a damn thing, I could have sworn there was a flicker of annoyance for the briefest moment across her elfin features, she took a step back and lowered herself to her knees.
“As per our contract I am yours Lord Blackwood.” She repeated. Brain, ignore that this is impossible and say something.
“Not...him…?” Ok, now try harder. “I’m not Lord Blackwood.” I finally got out (good job brain), the change in her was instant, she was back on her feet in a heartbeat studying me with those soul piercing red eyes.
“Well you are more of a cutie than I was expecting so...who the hell are you and what are you doing here?”
“Hang on a second my good woman, this is my house, you have just sprung up from a cloud of smoke in my basement and I’m not entirely sure you are actually here, so the better question is who the hell are you and where the hell did YOU come from?” She ignored my questions completely.
“You are the Lord of this house?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head.
“According to the contract I signed yesterday that’s exactly what I am.”
“Interesting.” I don’t know where she suddenly had a pair of glasses from, or where the ornate scroll in her hands was previously hiding, but she started reading intently. I could only make out the odd word as she read, occasionally glancing in my direction “lord...owner...Arkham House...contract...wife…” with a flourish she removed the glasses and both they and the scroll disappeared in a puff of red smoke. If she was real she was a damn good illusionist.
“As Lord of this house I am bound by our contract, I am yours to do with as you wish, I am your slave, your pet, your sex toy, your wife whatever your heart desires.” MY first thought showed that at least the sarcasm centre of my brain was responding.
“Well my heart desires some answer to the previously asked questions and I would also like to add what the HELL IS HAPPENING?” She grinned and for a moment I could have sworn some of her teeth were pointed more than they should be.
“Well I do like you fire.” She said. “So I’ll play nice.” She stepped back to the centre of the circle and spread her arms wide in an encompassing gesture. “I am a succubus, I came from hell via this summoning circle to fulfil the contract agreed between my liege and Lord Blackwood. As you now own this house the contract falls on you to abide by.” Ok, I’ll play along with my own delusion then.
“And why do you look like you stepped straight out of a 1960s pop music video?”
“This form was chosen for Lord Blackwood’s pleasure. It was his demand that I looked like this. This can be changed as part of our deal.” That pointed smile again.
“What is this contract you keep referring too?”
“Oh, that petty little piece of paper, what more do you need to know other than you will have a sex demon as your plaything for the rest of your natural life?”
“Well the usual, what does it cost me, why is it that I have to abide by it and what, very specifically, is HAPPENING??? As previously mentioned.” The smile faded as she glowered at me, the longer she held that expression the more she looked like a petulant child trying to be angry which was not helping my fogged brain process anything.
“Fine.” Suddenly I found myself in a wooden chair at a large oak table, the self proclaimed succubus in a chair opposite me with a large scroll between us. “Anton Blackwood signed a contract as the Lord of Arkham House to be consummated between the Lord of the House, you,” she pointed at me, “and a representative of my liege, me. Upon consummation the representative will be bound to every whim, desire and instruction of the Lord until the point of his death. In return a portion of the Lord’s life will be sacrificed to my liege. Does that answer your questions?”
“Most, what do you mean by consummated?”
“How else do you consummate a marriage...I fuck your brains out six ways until Sunday.” She licked her lips and blew a kiss, there was a definite stirring in the brain fog.
“So if that never happens…” she smirked as thought that was impossible, “then I never have to give up part of my life?”
“Yes”
“Then I refuse. Feel free to see yourself out, please blow out the torches as you go.” I tried to get up from the chair and calmly walk out the door with dignity. I mean I intended too, but then her eyes locked with mine and I was frozen in place.
“I am so glad you said that sweetie, I love a challenge.”
With that the furniture vanished and we were both standing on opposite points of the star inside the summoning circle. She grabbed the bottom of her red mini dress and pulled it down, the fabric extending towards the floor as she bent at the waist. Impossibly the skirt now extended down to the floor as she stood up straight again she pulled the top of the dress into a deep V shape exposing, well, honestly, very little cleavage, like I said, Lord Blackwood seemed to prefer the waif look. Even as this happened though what little cleavage there was suddenly deepened as her small breasts grew out to handfuls then double handfuls as though someone was inflating a pair of balloons in her chest. Seeing where my eyes were pinned I could only hear the smile in her voice as she said softly, “My eyes are up here stud.” I dragged my eyes up to her face as that transformed as well, the soft, delicate features sharpening slightly, her cheekbones became more prominent, her round face becoming more heart shaped, her lips plumping and turning a deep shade of red like lipstick was being applied by an invisible hand. Her hair slowly growing out, thickening and turning from a blonde pixie cut to a glossy black beehive. She stretched her back and raised her arms over her head, her breasts threatening to explode out of the deep v cut in the front of her now floor length black velvet dress, and as she relaxed I found myself staring at a very good cosplay of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. “Are the girls more to your liking?” She winked cupping and bouncing her chest. I don’t think I was drooling at that point but I was pretty close. I desperately hoped I didn’t look as aroused as I felt, thankfully that my jeans weren’t too tight. Swallowing to clear my throat I challenged back.
“I mean yes, Elvira is a pretty woman, but not really enough for me to ‘sacrifice my life for’” That slightly petulant glower again...this time when her eyes locked with mine they seemed to flash for a second and I felt something, like soft fingers drifting gently over skin, but somehow inside my mind.
“But I’m getting warmer…” the smile was back as she reached her hands into her hair and the beehive dropped, the straight black hair becoming wavier and falling to her mid back, her eyes subtly changed to almond shape, her chin softening and face becoming more gentle and rounded again, her skin colour gently changed until she looked like she was from Asian descent. Her breasts swelled further taking on a teardrop shape, her hips and ass swelling to match, a near perfect hourglass figure. She started to slowly walk towards me and as I was right, with more meat on her that sway was intoxicating. She pulled the dress of her shoulders and it slid softly off her body with a whisper, falling to the floor as stepped out of it revealing a shiny black bra and panties set. This time I’m pretty certain I was drooling, I know my knees were weak, and I was about half a second away from collapsing onto those inviting pillows of flesh and giving my life away. God damn it lower brain, stop, we are stronger than this. Yes she is the living embodiment of sex, and she smells amazing and her tits are just…………….where was I? Oh right, staring. Must...resist...I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, gathered myself to speak and the words died on my lips, smother by her soft lips gently brushing against mine. Her body melted into me, her hands reaching up to the back of my head as she gently, insistently kissed me.
“Let me in” she whispered in between lingering kisses. That feeling again like being gently touched and my mind being caressed, the smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her. Whatever rational part of my brain was still there was being thrown into a jail cell by every lusty, hormonal, animal sex driven part of all humans. She pulled away her lips still pursed together, eyes half closed, she licked her lips and ran her hands over her body. “You’re not bad when you let go.” She moaned as her hands ran across the outside of her panties and slowly started to make their way over her stomach. “And I found something interesting in there.” Her stomach, like the rest of her body, was covered in a soft layer of flesh, filling out her curves, as she moved her hands up she seemed to be pushing the thin layer of body fat up towards her chest. Her already bountiful boobs growing larger, the bra squeaking in distress as it struggled to contain her growing assets. Every bit of my brain stopped fighting and just stared at what was left behind, as her hands were moving up the lines and separations of a six pack became clear. As she looked down at her newly toned midriff she smiled, moving her hips from side to side. With every movement the lines between her abs became deeper the six pack became an eight pack and she grinned. “Oh, I like this. Like this a lot.” She looked me straight in the eyes, licked her lips and blew me a kiss as she flexed down hard, from nothing to a fitness athlete shaming abdomen in seconds. OH fuck, I’m in trouble...