The Last Incubus Ch. 28

The Last Incubus: Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Frankie makes a pact with a demon.

"Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay." ~ Ruth 1 v. 16

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With finals a week away, the library was a busy place. Between answering questions, helping students find the references they needed, ordering books through the intercollegiate library, and reshelving books, my three-hour shift flew by. Just as I announced that the library was closing in ten minutes, I received a text from Frankie.

Frankie: Have u made a decision?

Me: Have u changed your mind?

Frankie: Not a chance.

Me: I'll c u in 30 mins.

Frankie: (Fireworks emoji)

Frankie opened the door excitedly before I stepped onto the porch. Her aura was huge, and glowing a bright yellow white. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Thank you," she whispered when she broke the kiss.

"Don't thank me. I haven't agreed to anything. I just came here to talk," I said, cautiously.

"Don't fuck with me, Zucchini Boy, we both know why you're here," she replied, suppressing a smile, her aura growing stronger.

"We need to talk. Let's take this inside," I suggested.

"You've read my mind," she said, opening the door.

"Don't get your hopes up," I replied as I followed her inside and up the stairs.

Once inside the master bedroom, she locked the door and started to take her shirt off.

"Wait. Frankie, I came by to tell you that I can't do this to you."

"But you said after our conversation yesterday that you would consider it."

I nodded slowly. "I did consider it, and I understand your reasons. I want to support you, and I'll protect you as much as I can, but I just can't bring myself around to enthralling you. It seems too... I don't know... too evil. You deserve better."

After a moment of silence, she looked me in the eyes.

"You're afraid, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"That's it, isn't it? You're afraid of yourself, of what you might do to me."

"Well, of course. I'm a demon, the embodiment of evil. I'm afraid of hurting you," I replied, turning my head and looking down at the floor.

She stepped into my line of vision.

"You haven't accepted the fact that you're an incubus, have you?"

When I didn't answer, she continued.

"That's it. That's why you won't do it, isn't it? You're afraid that by making me your thrall, it's an acceptance of yourself as an incubus. Well, I have news for you. Whether you accept it or not, that's what you are."

"Please don't say that."

"You're an incubus!"

"Frankie, stop."

"No. I won't stop. Not until you accept what you are, a sex demon."

"I know what I am. You don't have to rub it in my face."

She stood closely in front of me, as close as two people could stand without actually touching each other.

"Oh, you know you are, alright. But you're ashamed of it. That's why you're afraid to show me what you look like, isn't it? Well, it's time to face the facts, buster. You may not look like a demon right now, but that's exactly what you are. A fucking sex demon." Her voice was getting louder as she spoke.

"Frankie, stop it!" I snapped.

"No. Not until still you accept yourself for what you are. A fucking incubus!" she yelled.

"Shut up!" I shouted.

"No, I won't shut up, demon. Incubus! Say it. Say you're proud to be a goddamned, fucking sex demon!" she shouted back.

"Shut up. I'm warning you!"

"You're warning me? Ha! What are you going to do? Fuck me? Give me an orgasm? Isn't that what sex demons do?" she taunted.

"Frankie, I swear--"

"Sex demon! Sex demon!"

"That's enough!" I roared and reached into her aura and began to drain it.

Frankie looked shocked as I rapidly drew in her tuberose and jasmine scented energy.

"Wh-what's happening? What are you doing?"

"I warned you, peon!" I growled as I engorged myself of her essence.

She dropped to her knees as her aura ebbed. Within minutes, it was reduced to a dim morsel, a fraction of its former feast. I continued to suck it in, determined to extract every last molecule from her being.

"Please," she croaked feebly, as she collapsed on the floor. Her looked up at me with eyes that mirrored her plea.

"You had your chance," I sneered. My voice seemed to come from someplace deep inside me.

She gasped for breath as the dim remnants of her aura flickered. She was trying to maintain its existence--and her own, but the yellow glow was nothing more than a smoldering ember.

I watched as her aura wavered towards oblivion. 'She deserved this, she had it coming. Taunting me, calling me a demon. She made me do it,' I thought, as my anger began to dissipate. There was almost nothing left of her golden yellow energy glow. Her breathing was labored as if every breath would be her last.

As I watched the last few golden photons of her aura sputter, more self-doubt began to creep in. 'Had I overreacted? But it was her... she made me do this... but those last remaining bits were still golden! That meant that she still loved--Oh, my God! Me. She didn't do this. It was me. I did this. Me. The incubus. Oh, what had I done?!'

I quickly dropped to my knees and placed my mouth over hers, breathing air into her lungs and aura into her chest, quickly refilling and replacing the energy I had taken.

"Frankie, I'm sorry!" I said as she gasped and coughed back to consciousness.

"Help me sit up," she rasped, clutching my arm.

I pulled her up into a sitting position as she panted for breath. The coloring in her face slowly returning to normal.

"Are you okay?" I asked as her breathing improved.

She nodded. "Yes," she gasped as I helped her up off the floor. There was a small wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. I had poured so much aura energy back into her so fast that she had a small orgasm during her recovery.

"Now will you make me your thrall?" she asked, still panting.

"Are you serious? Don't you realize how close I came to killing you?"

"But you didn't," she smiled weakly.

"Frankie, I'm a demon. You said it yourself. Only a demon could do what I just did. Why would you want anything to do with me?"

She gave me a puzzled look. "You still don't get it, do you? Or maybe you don't believe that anyone could love you?"

"How could anyone love a demon?"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't love a demon. I love you, Ross. You're not just a demon, you're more than that. Why can't you get that through your thick head?"

"But I almost killed you! I'm afraid that if I can do that to you now, I can't imagine what I would do to you if you were my thrall--wait, did you just call me Ross?"

She leaned into me. "Yes. I would rather die than live without you. There, is that plain enough for you? Had you killed me you would have at least put me out of my misery. And according to Lutien's book, demons are protective of their thralls. So, if I was your thrall, you would be less likely to hurt me."

"Why does it feel like I'm more afraid of this than you are?"

"That's because you've never grown up with a drug addict mother or abusive foster parents. You've never been in an alley with four horny guys that wanted to fuck the shit out of you and then leave you half dead and bleeding," she replied.

"Omigod. How old were you when that happened?" I asked.

"The four horny guys thing didn't happen, but it almost did. I managed to talk my way out of it--well, most of it. Let's just say their leader won't be proud to show anyone his battle scar," she replied.

"I see."

"So, are we going to do this or not?" she asked, grinning at me.

"Before I answer you, I need to be sure you understand what this means. According to Lutien's book, enthrallment is permanent," I reminded her.

"I know, I read the book," she replied sharply.

"And at the end of this, I'm supposed to brand you. That sounds like it might be painful," I added.

"More painful than getting your clit pierced or your neck tattooed?" she asked.

"Maybe. I have no idea. I'm not even 100% sure I can do this," I replied.

"I have faith in you, Zucchini Boy," she smirked.

"You win, Frankie. If that's what you really want, I'll do it. But I give you my word that as my thrall, I will protect you and never do anything to harm you," I vowed.

"Other than brand me," she said, smiling.

"Yeah. Well, there is that. You know, according to Lutien, branding could be anything. It could be a tattoo, a special scar, even a complete change in your appearance," I noted.

"So, what is your brand going to be?" she asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine. This is going to require me to tune into my inner demon and I have no idea how that's going to turn out."

"Well, I'm ready. What do you want me to do?" she asked.

I had an intuitive sense of the enthrallment procedure. Most people would call it a "gut feeling," except this came from a place below that. I was going to have to go total demon, and after what I just done to her, I wanted to put that off until the very last minute. For in many respects, this would be an initiation ceremony for both of us, and I wanted to relinquish control as late as possible. The answer to Frankie's question was obvious, I didn't need to confer with my inner demon to know the answer.

"Strip," I commanded.

Frankie let out a sigh of relief. "Good. I can't wait to get out of these clothes. I came when you brought be back, and now I'm all clammy and--"

As she spoke, I felt a roiling somewhere deep in my groin, followed by an impatient growl, loud enough for Frankie to hear.

"Just strip," I urged, feeling the restlessness of the beast within.

Frankie stopped in mid-sentence and looked to where the growling noise came from. She broke into a wide grin.

"Yess, Mass-ter!" she hissed as her aura flared. Her suppressed submissive side leapt at the prospect of some rough sex. I had forgotten how much she enjoyed that. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head and immediately began to unbutton her jeans. The tight denim took an extra effort to shimmy out of as the damp material clung to her hips and legs. Her musky odor filled my nostrils and further aroused the insatiable demon within me.

Finally able to step out of her jeans after pulling the leg portions inside out, she was left in only a thin bra and matching thong. Both were white, the one color I had never expected to see her wearing, until I understood the reason she had selected it for this occasion. Brides dress in white, and given everything we knew about the enthralling, it did sound pretty close to a wedding--that is, if binding yourself to a demon is your idea of a wedding.

My incubus-part appreciated her choice of color and material for entirely different reasons. Anyone who had ever been to a "wet T-shirt contest" knew what happened to thin white material when it got wet, and Frankie's thong was soaked. I could clearly make out her BI tattoo and camel toe with its silver ring and ball adornment through the transparent material. It looked more deliciously obscene than if she had been naked, and my feral beast purred its approval.

Frankie must have been watching where my eyes were focused, because after hooking her thumbs underneath the waistband of the thong, she suddenly changed her mind and reached behind and unfastened her bra, allowing me more time to gawk at her gauzily covered sex. I barely noticed her boobs bouncing free when the cups were removed, or the way her nipple rings jiggled when she pushed out her chest. Lastly, she slipped her thong down her legs and kicked them aside.

Once she was completely naked, she stood "at attention" in front of me.

"Now do me," I commanded.

She repeated the procedure on me, removing my shirt, then my pants before finally slipping my boxers down my legs, taking note of my cock that was also standing at attention.

"Kneel," I commanded.

She dropped down to both knees and bowed her head, looking at my feet.

"Look at me. Before we continue, let me warn you that this is your last chance to change your mind," I said solemnly. It would be my next-to-last coherent message to her.

"Just get on with it, Zucchini Boy," she said, taking a quick glance at my cock bobbing just a few inches from her face.

"Okay, here goes. Arch your back to display your breasts, spread your knees and look up at my face with your mouth open," I commanded.

Once she was in the correct position, I erupted in a shower of sparks, once again experiencing the now familiar feeling of being flayed by thousands of knives as I emerged into full demon form: horns, wings, tail, claws, and all. I spread my wings full length, the tips touching the walls on either side of the large room. I must have looked frightening--to everyone except Frankie.

"Oh!" she marveled.

I gave her a stern look. "You may not speak or make a sound unless I command you to, and then you are to address me only as Master. Is that clear?" I demanded.

"Yes, Master."

Now the oath.

"Frankie Antonelli, is it your desire to become my thrall?" I asked. I had only a vague sense of what the oath entailed, hoping that some innate "demon memory" would fill in the gaps.

"Yes, Master... But Master?" she asked deferentially. A look of fear crossed her face when she spoke out of turn.

"What?" My voice reflected my annoyance at being interrupted.

"I don't know if it makes a difference, perhaps you should use my given name, the one I was baptized with. Francine Elizabeth Antonelli," she replied. It was hard not to be impressed with her determination knowing how much she hated that name.

Just as she gave me her full name, the words to the oath unlocked in my head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing my body and my mind as I allowed myself to merge with my demon-self. As I was being "possessed," I was pleasantly surprised at how natural and calming it felt. It was a uniquely "freeing" sensation--free to let go and simply be myself.

My demon body felt natural now. No, it was more than that. With my broad brawny shoulders, washboard abdomen, sinewy arms and legs, and genitals that were on the impressive side of grotesque, I was the embodiment of sexuality and power. A true incubus--a sex demon.

(The Incubus)

"Francine Elizabeth Antonelli, is it your desire to become my thrall, to obey my every wish and every whim, to have me invade your mind and read your thoughts, to control your orgasms, to draw your sexual aura as often and in as much quantity as I desire, to allow me to change your body as much and as often as pleases me, and will you willingly offer me your life and your soul should I ask for it?"

My voice was so deep, it seemed to be coming from below the floor, maybe below the ground itself.

"Yes, Master," she replied solemnly.

With those two words, an odd sort of "déjà vu" feeling came over me. I sensed a fusion of three sentient beings merging into one. I was both human and demon, a horny primal predator and a conscious spectator at the same time. The demon part that had been suppressed and starved since birth was now in control. Like a teenager with bursts of hormonal surges after puberty, I felt a demonic craving for all things sexual. Sex, in all its variations, seemed as natural as eating and breathing, and just as necessary for survival. All those moral conflicts about sex I was taught by my parents seemed nonsensical now, as ridiculous as saying that eating or breathing is inherently wrong.

The human part was my relationship with Frankie, the third entity being merged, who was now connected to me in much the same way an appendage such as an arm or a leg was attached. Not only could I sense her presence, but I felt her sensing mine, although she hadn't yet consciously recognized it as such, because the bond between us was incomplete. But, through my demon part, that was about to change.

"Get on the ceremonial altar and present yourself," I commanded, as I shimmied my wings behind me to underscore my words.

My massive black erection was just inches from her face, and she stared at it hungrily before standing and climbing on the bed without uttering a sound. I ogled her naked ass and sex as she turned her back on me and crawled to the center of the bed. She hesitated briefly after eyeing the leather cuffs on the nightstand, then flipped onto her back with her arms and legs spread wide. Those restraints wouldn't be necessary because she had surrendered herself to me and I was already in control. What I was about to do would make it permanent.

Viewing her body from the foot of the bed, she reminded me of the human sacrifices I had seen in old movies. The demon part of me was pleased, and my cock twitched at the sight. It was time to complete the connection.

I partially folded my wings behind me to avoid scraping the walls and furniture as I climbed onto the bed, being careful to crawl on my knuckles with my toes curled to prevent my claws getting caught in the bedding and tearing the mattress. Her eyes got wider as she watched me approach. My arms straddled her body as I carefully climbed over her. At one point, my thick, black cock momentarily caught in her crotch, causing her to flinch, before springing free and bouncing briefly before coming to rest on her stomach.

When I was in position, I spread my wings, casting her completely in the umbra of my shadow before tucking the ends beneath her, forming a protective cocoon for her consummation. Her face showed a mixture of fear, apprehension and excitement.

I pressed my head closer to her face, drawing out my long black tongue and licking the skin on her upper neck, swiping upwards to the tip of her jaw. She swallowed hard, and I innately sensed her clenching. My tongue tingled against her skin as it absorbed, memorized, and incorporated its essence. I took another swipe, this time from the base of her neck, drawing my tongue slowly upwards along the path of her carotid artery towards her ear. I rimmed her ear before probing her canal with the tip of my tongue.

She whimpered softly at the touch as I sensed her clenching again in an attempt to climax. Her whimper reminded me of the purpose of this consummation, and my carelessness in skipping an important step in my excitement to perform my first enthrallment. I quickly blocked her ability to orgasm while allowing her arousal to build. After all, her body was offered for my pleasure, not hers. But I had also instructed her not to make a sound, and while her moans and whimpers were inevitable, they were not permitted.

I brushed her lips with my tongue, and they parted for me. I slithered my tongue into her mouth and snaked it deep into her throat, choking off her airway long enough for me to add its essence into my growing repertoire of her body functions. Withdrawing my tongue, I continued to lick her face, her eyelids, her other ear and her neck as I slowly made my way to her heaving breasts and perky nipples.

I toyed with those sensitive nubs one at a time, licking, kissing and lightly chewing, raising her arousal to excruciating levels. Even sex demons liked to play with their food. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth was open as she tried to moan and scream, but the only noise heard was the sound of air leaving her lungs, for I had taken control of her vocal cords.

I continued to watch her face as I ran the length of my cock along her labia, pressing against her pierced clit with its silver ring. She pleaded for relief with her eyes as I humped her sex, coating the underside of my erection with her juices. I continued until my own arousal had reached its limit and claimed ownership of her most intimate possession.

Lifting my hips, I positioned my long, black "covenant clincher" with my tail, my tip finding her opening drenched with her slippery lubricant. Thrusting downwards, I plunged into her, hilting myself completely in one swift motion. She arched her back and tried to scream as she clenched in desperation on my cock. Her arms and legs trembled as she tried to writhe and embrace me, but she no longer had control of them either.

I waited until the trembling stopped, when she gave up the effort of trying to control her own body. 'Good girl,' I thought when even her spasming vagina became one long steady squeeze.

She gave me a quick smile between panted breaths. Had she heard that?

Secure in my control, I started my thrusts, fucking her in earnest, savoring the feel of her warm tightness. She closed her eyes as her yellow-white aura continued to expand, enveloping me, the bed, and most of the room. But this was not the time to feed on it, not until the end of the enthrallment rite.

As I approached my own climax, I had never felt so much pleasure as I did in that moment. I was one with my inner demon and almost completely one with Frankie, too. Soon, that feeling would get even better.

I folded the tip of my tail into a penis shape and lubricated it from the oil glands located there for just this purpose. Snaking it under my heavy ball sack, I pressed it hard against her puckered orifice.

Her eyes flew open knowing what was coming, and she tried to clench in anticipation, but was unable. She panted rapidly as I pushed into her tight muscular ring and my tail tingled as it memorized and incorporated that earthy opening.

I thickened my tail and thrust it in and out of her ass in synchrony with my cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth opened, unable to moan from the sensation. I was on the edge. There was just one more pleasure left to push me over the top.

I slid my long, thick tongue into her open mouth and down her throat, moving it in and out in a thrusting motion. She choked, making a slight "glurking" sound as I fucked all three of her openings at once.

And then I felt it. That feeling of release that starts deep in the balls just before cumming, only I also felt it inside Frankie at the same time. She was horny beyond measure, so desperate to cum that she literally gave me her mind and body for relief. For me, it was a pleasure far beyond human capability as I released the block on her orgasm. Her whole body clenched, and I took her climax and combined it with my own.

My demon spunk poured into her. It was the ultimate orgasm. I emptied myself for over a minute, filling her cunt with my warm demon goo while continuing to thrust into all three of her openings. As I came, I felt Frankie's presence, sensing me enjoying both my orgasm and hers, without actually experiencing it herself. And she was ecstatic, knowing she had given all of her sexual pleasure to her demon-Master.

After sating my pleasure, I withdrew my tongue, tail, and cock, while she gasped for air. She was delirious, sore, and aroused--although her arousal was only a fraction of how she felt before her orgasm. There was just one last step remaining.

I plunged my tail into her cum-filled opening and released the block on her vocal cords.

"AAAHHH!" she screamed as she came, her cum mixing with my own, held inside her by my tail. It was an enjoyable climax, but nowhere near as powerful as the one I had just taken from her.

Her aura was a blinding yellow-white and I sucked nearly all of it in, further replenishing the power that I expended during her enthrallment rite. She was in mid climax when I withdrew my tail, dripping with our combined orgasmic fluids, and pressed it hard against the base of her left breast and sternum. Her skin sizzled, and the smell of burnt flesh and our combined orgasmic fluids filled the room. Frankie screamed so loud that the walls vibrated. Then she passed out.

With the ceremony over, I felt like a new man--or more accurately, like a new demon. Sitting up, I looked down my body with a source of pride. Well-toned muscles protruded under my dull red skin in all the right places, not grotesquely, like I had seen on some bodybuilders, but more sculpted like an Olympic athlete. Even that massively thick ten-and-a-half inch veiny, black rod protruding from my groin, still glistening with our juices, looked beautiful to me.

(Ross)

I felt the demonic part of me slowly retreating into my subconsciousness along with the adrenaline rush that fueled its intensity. No longer ashamed of the appearance, I remained in my demon form. I wanted Frankie to see me in it when she woke up. For the first time since my transformation, I was at peace with myself. Yes, I was a demon, an incubus. But being a demon didn't make me evil any more than reading the Bible or going to church made me good. I saw that now. It was so obvious, I wondered why it took me so long to realize it.

Seeing Frankie's unconscious body laying spread-eagle in the middle of the bed gasping for air gave me a sense of concern and deep affection. Before the enthrallment, I promised her I would protect her, but now that we were joined, I felt it deep in my soul--if I still had one. This must be how a new mother feels when she holds her newborn baby for the first time. Only my experience didn't involve a 9-month gestation and the trauma of giving birth.

I placed her head on my thigh and gently caressed her cheek with the back of my clawed hand, while lightly fanning her heated body with one of my wings. Strands of her purple dyed hair stuck to the perspiration on her face, and I carefully brushed it back. I was still caressing her face when her normal color returned, and she opened her eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

{Holy fuck! My chest hurts like hell.}

Her lips never moved. That voice came from inside my head. It was loud, as if she was speaking directly into both ears at the same time.

{Where am I? Oh, that's right. There's Master. He looks so fucking awesome!}

I felt the pain in her chest, so I reached out to suppress it and within seconds it was gone.

"There, is that better?" I asked.

{"Yes, it is! Does this mean I'm your thrall, Master?"} she replied, her words and thoughts together sounded like a loud echo in my brain.

{You are. I can hear your thoughts, and you can hear mine.} I reminded her telepathically.

{"Oh, fuck! You're in my head,"} she said and thought simultaneously. The combination felt like she was shouting.

{Was enthrallment anything like you thought it would be?} I telepathed.

{"Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. I had no idea that--"} she began.

I covered her mouth with my hand.

{Frankie, stop. Don't talk, just use your thoughts. The combination is too loud and it's hurting my head.}

{Sorry, Master. Shit, this all feels so weird. I was so fucking horny from that ceremony that I thought the orgasm was going to kill me. But then when I came, I felt nothing! But I sensed it was in you; and it felt so good knowing I could give you such pleasure, Master. And then there was the branding--wait, where is my brand? What does it look like?} she asked in her head.

{It's on your chest. But don't get up yet, you're still too lightheaded.}

Despite my words, she started to get up.

{Fuck that shit, I want to see it--omigod! I'm so fucking sore! I feel like I've been fisted in my ass and my cunt at the same time!} I overheard her think, as she fell back into the bed.

{Let me help you with that.} I telepathed reassuringly. I focused on her openings and the redness and swelling disappeared.

{Holy shit! That's amazing. You did that? Usually when I'm that sore it takes two days before the swelling goes down enough for me to walk properly. I've got to see what that brand looks like. I'm going to--}

{Not yet, you're too weak!} I telepathed.

{I've gotta see it!} She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

I sighed. {Fine. Take a look in the mirror.}

Her thoughts were a jumble of anxious ramblings as she practically jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. There at the base of her breast, over her heart, was a four-inch, red demon with horns, black bat wings, and a black penis. It looked like me.

The brand was the same size and close to her tattoo of a heart with a dagger through it, the demon appeared to be facing the handle of the dagger with her sister's name on it.

{Oh fuck, it's so cute, I love it!} her thoughts projected loudly in my head.

{I'm glad you like it.} I replied telepathically.

She gingerly touched it with two fingers. {No pain at all! Nothing like what my skin feels like after a tat. It feels natural, like it's a part of me...}

{"There's no pain! It feels like--"} She started to say, her words repeating the loud thoughts in her head.

I grabbed my horns to muffle the sound.

"You don't have to talk. Your thoughts in your head are loud enough," I complained.

{"Oh, shit! I'm sorry. I forgot you can hear me. This is going to take some getting used to. Please forgive me, Master,"} she whispered and thought at the same time. Her voice may have been lower, but her thoughts were in my brain just as loud.

{Frankie please. Don't say anything. Just let me think. Your thoughts are way too loud and they're driving me nuts.} I telepathed, still holding my horns.

{Sorry, Master,} she thought as she turned back to look at her demon's mark in the mirror.

There had to be a way to dampen her thoughts in my head, otherwise I would go insane. But how could I--

As I tried to concentrate, Frankie's thoughts rang out in a constant stream of consciousness.

{This is so fucking cool, look how well it fits in with all my other tats, he's even facing Ann's name on the dagger handle, it's like he's watching over me and her, I like the way his tail curves in the back, it looks like a little heart next to the lower half of his body, oh, and look, he's right over my heart, wait until Kayla and the other bitches see it, I'll bet they're going to want one too, but how are they going to do that unless they become thralls themselves? Maybe Master will make them thralls too, but will I get jealous? Maybe not, not if it pleases Master, I know, I can have--}

"FRANKIE, PLEASE! I can't concentrate with your voice so loud in my head!" I shouted, grabbing her right shoulder. I had forgotten about my claws that had now punctured her skin and were deeply embedded into her flesh, the fingers in the front and my thumb in the back. Blood was seeping out of all five breaks in her skin. I immediately felt the pain in her shoulder at the same time. It felt like red-hot knives were being shoved under my skin.

{"OW!"} Frankie yelped and thought loudly, followed by {OW, OW, OW, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, that hurts}in her thoughts.

I quickly withdrew my hand and transformed back into human form.

"Sorry, Frankie; I didn't mean to hurt you. I forgot about those claws," I apologized guiltily.

{"That's okay, Master. I know you didn't mean to,"} she thought/said, but I could feel the pain in her voice.

In her head, I heard {Fuck, that hurts, fuck, fuck, fuck!} Although her voice in my head was noticeably quieter. The pain I felt in her shoulder had lessened considerably as well.

"Hmm. I wonder if I could..." I vocalized as I focused my thoughts on her shoulder, thinking I could heal her wounds the way I reduced her pain and swelling earlier.

But nothing happened! Blood was still trickling from her wounds. Maybe I needed to channel more demonic energy.

In a shower of sparks, I morphed back to demon and refocused. As I watched, the bleeding stopped, and her skin closed. There weren't even any scars to mark where she had been injured. I was beaming! I could change her body and heal her wounds! The possibilities of--

{What the fuck just happened? The pain is gone and there's not even a scar!} Frankie's thoughts entered my head, then, {"Master, did you do that? That's fucking amazing!"}

Her stream of consciousness continued just as loudly as when she first regained consciousness.

{... oh my God, that was so fucking awesome, Master is a genius, a god, I can't believe it, it's like it never happened, what if--}

"Frankie! Will you just stop thinking for a minute? I need to focus!" I said, holding my horns in my clawed hands to muffle the sound, only realizing how ridiculous my request was after I said it.

{"I'm sorry, Master. I don't know how to--"} she said and thought simultaneously.

"I know, it was a stupid thing for me to say. I'm sorry, but your thoughts are just so loud in my head," I replied.

{"Does whispering help?"} she asked/thought.

"No, your thoughts in my head are just as loud. Why don't you try thinking of something fairly mindless, like mediation or - I know, think of a song that relaxes you," I suggested.

{"A song? You want me to think of a song? What song? Which one should I pick?"} she asked and thought. Suddenly, I heard Dua Lipa's "Love Again" playing in my head.

It was still loud, but at least I could shove it into the background while I reviewed what had just happened. When I transformed into human form, I could barely hear her thoughts, but now that I was back in my demon body, her thoughts were loud again.

I morphed back into human form and Dua Lipa only whispered in my head. It was a relief, although now I had Dua Lipa singing "Love Again" stuck in my brain, too.

Seeing me back into my human body, Frankie's thoughts turned to a more urgent matter. She had to pee. Dua Lipa abruptly stopped singing and Frankie was wondering if it was alright to ask me if she could go to the bathroom.

I chuckled at her self-imposed dilemma since I was already aware of her situation through her thoughts and there was no need to ask in the first place. She just wanted a response from me.

{Of course, you can go. You never have to ask about stuff like that. I may be a demon, but I'm not a monster.} I telepathed, chuckling again, this time at my own joke.

{Oh, what a relief!} she thought as she unlocked the door and left the room, restarting "Love Again" in her head again.

As she closed the door and moved down the hall, the song got fainter. Apparently, there was a range to the telepathic connection.

Out of curiosity, I changed back into demon form and "Goddam, you've got me in love again" came back full volume along with thoughts about sitting on the toilet and relaxing her bladder muscles.

I quickly transformed back to human. I could do without hearing Frankie's toiletry exploits.

But what was it about being in a demon body that amplified Frankie's thoughts? I could hear them well enough when we're standing close together in the same room, but did I have to look like a demon every time I wanted to hear what she was thinking when she was farther away? And could she hear me?

{Frankie, can you hear me from where you are?} I projected telepathically.

{Yes, but you're very faint, as if you're far away} she replied.

I transformed into demon. "Love Again" and thoughts of physical relief from urinating came sharply into focus.

{How about now?} I asked.

{Much louder!} she replied.

{Stay there. I have an idea. I want to try something.}

{Okay, Master.}

Once again, I transformed back into human form. Maybe I didn't need to go full demon to have full telepathy. Perhaps there was only a part of my demon body responsible for it. I remember how I instinctively grabbed my horns to muffle the sound of her voice in my head. What if--

{Frankie, can you hear me now?}

{Yes, but you're faint again, Master.}

I stayed human but grew out my horns to their full five inches. {How about now?}

{Loud and clear, Master.}

{Stay there, I want to try something else.}

I reduced my horns to roughly one inch. {What do you hear now?}

{Same. No, wait. Maybe not as loud,} she telepathed.

That matched the volume of her voice in my head. A few more trials back and forth until I found that we could still communicate telepathically with my horns just barely poking out of my skull, without distracting our own thoughts. And at that small size, my horn tips were well hidden by my hair.

"Now I can turn down the volume and give you some privacy," I explained, as she returned to the bedroom.

A look of curiosity crossed her face.

{"But you're welcome to all my thoughts, Master. I can show you how much I want to please you."} A montage of various sexual acts flashed rapidly into my head.

"I don't need or want to know your every thought when you're on the toilet or when you're in a bad mood. Besides, it'll make it hard for me to focus on my own thoughts, especially when I'm trying to study."

{"But what if I want to talk inside your head, Master?"} she asked/thought.

"Then, simply direct your thoughts to me, like you just did. The signal gets stronger when you're trying to contact me," I replied.

"Yes, Master. I understand. I'll only call you when it's something I need to say or if it's something I think you would like to hear," she said solemnly.

Aside from listening to her stream of consciousness, there was something else bothering me about having Frankie as a thrall. It wasn't until that moment that I was able to put my finger on it.

"Oh, and one more thing. You don't have to keep calling me 'Master.' Whatever happened to 'Ross?' Or better yet, 'Zucchini Boy'?"

"But now you are my Master, and it just feels right to me. Those other names are unworthy and disrespectful," she replied.

"Well, stop it. It feels weird coming from you. Besides, what will happen to your authority if the other girls hear you calling me 'Master'?" I asked.

"I don't care, Master. Now that I am your thrall, my mind and body belong to you. I'm proud to wear your mark over my heart," she said, taking my hand and placing it over her left breast.

I withdrew my hand.

"I knew this thrall business was a bad idea. That's it, I'm putting an end to this right now. Frankie, get dressed," I commanded, as I started to get dressed myself.

She looked disappointed. "I'm sorry if I've displeased you, Master. What are you going to do?"

"Are you questioning me? I gave you an order," I reminded her.

"Yes, Master," she said, sadly as she started to dress.

Once we were both fully clothed, I had her sit down in the chair while I sat on the bed. The same spots we were in before the thrall ceremony started.

"The Frankie I agreed to enthrall was feisty and defiant, not this fawning toady that you've become. The old Frankie didn't take shit from anybody, including me. That's how you survived. I appreciate your willingness to please me, but if you really want to please me, then show me that tough, cocky bitch that I admired so much. I'd rather have you tell me off than suck me off," I said.

"I can do both,... Zucchini Boy," she said smiling.

I laughed. "So long as it's not at the same time."

She laughed at that. Afterwards, a small tear rolled down her cheek. "Can I hug you?"

I stood up and held out my arms and she came over and we embraced.

"Thank you for loving me as I am," she whispered.

"That is the only way this is going to work," I replied, as we broke the hug and I started for the door.

"Aren't you going to stay the night?"

"I'd like to, but something came up. Bailie was assaulted by her stepfather last night and spent the night in the library foyer. So, now she is staying with me and Tina at the house. But we can still do pillow talk, if you'd like," I suggested.

"It's not the same thing," she said, disappointedly. "I was hoping to fuck you all night and see how many times I could make you cum. Isn't that what a thrall is supposed to do?"

"Maybe. I don't really know. But I'll let you in on a little secret. The demon part of me can only feed off other people. I mean, I like to cum just as much as the next guy, but masturbating doesn't give me aura energy. I'd rather enjoy your orgasms more--and not just yours, but anyone who's cum I've tasted. The bigger the orgasms and the more you have, the more pleasure and energy I get. So, the best way to please me is to have as many mind-blowing orgasms as possible."

Frankie smiled mischievously. "If that's how this works, then I'll sleep with Kayla tonight and send you some aura and a few juicy thoughts to go with it."

"You're really into this thrall stuff, aren't you? I'll tell you what, let me give you a couple of gifts, in honor and appreciation of you becoming my thrall," I said, morphing back into demon.

{"What are you talking about? What sort of gifts?"}

"I'll show you. Kiss me," I commanded.

There was passion in the way she pressed her lips against mine as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue, and as I did, I felt it tingle like pins and needles as it grew steadily in my mouth until it reached the back of my throat.

She broke the kiss, gasping, with one hand over her mouth and the other against the front of her pants.

"Whal... lall... Whalt dild you dool?" she asked. Moving her tongue around in and out of her mouth while trying to talk.

"I grew your tongue four inches longer. I'm sure Kayla will appreciate it. You should be able to talk normally, once you get accustomed to the size. Just be careful not to bite it," I explained.

"Bult whyl... but... why do I feel so horlny... horny all of a sudden?" she asked, trying to adjust to her longer tongue.

"Oh, that. I also doubled the size of your clit. I thought that might give you more pleasure, but I forgot about your clit ring. Let me know if it gets to be too much. I can always change it back," I replied.

"Let me kleep it for now. Fluck, it's rubbing against my thlong... thong. I'll halve to get ulsed to thlat... that, too," she said, moaning slightly.

"Let me change it back," I offered.

"No, don't! I mean, please let me kleep it. But if you're going to go, please do it now, so I can find Kayla and take thlese... these pants off. The chlafing is making me wet," she replied.

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Next Chapter: Riding on the roller coaster of emotions.