Dante's Iniquity Ch. 03

The silence of the ritual chamber was heavy on Dante as he felt the magic take hold. The time sensitive part was done now, as long as he finished the ritual in the next hour, the Daemon would be manifested in the circle.

That meant he had some time to deal with other matters.

"I apologise for the impromptu nature of all that," Dante said, readjusting his robe and making himself presentable as he turned back to his guest, who was on her feet now. Her magic was wavering, but her identity was as hidden as ever.

"... was it a success?" Her voice was quiet, barely audible even in the oppressive stillness of the ritual chamber.

"It was, but I won't complete it until I'm alone. It will be safer for both of us that way."

"I see, then I should leave. I will return tomorrow with the scroll and we will begin our attack." Her voice grew firmer as she spoke, her mind returning to the apparently steady and safe ground of murdering someone.

It really was amusing how people justify all kinds of actions to themselves, and then be left completely adrift by the smallest step in another direction.

What hate did she hold for Alberrde, he wondered. What sort of loathing had she developed for the Magus that would drive her to this?

"I believe we're past the point of identity masking," Dante said, deciding that he wanted to know the answer to his question. "I would appreciate knowing who I'm working with before we go any further."

"You were certainly willing to go this far without knowing who I am," she said coldly, her chin lifting as she no doubt glared at him.

Hiding his wince, Dante spread his hands and gave her an easy smile. "A simple request on my part. If you wish to continue as we are, then that is perfectly fine. Consider how you would feel in my position, though."

"I would be feeling grateful that I was being paid for my aid with a priceless piece of knowledge." There was a snap in her voice now, and Dante bit back his immediate retort. He wanted that scroll, and he wanted it badly to tolerate these amateur theatrics.

"Very well. Gors, please escort our guest out," Dante said calmly, giving her a half-bow. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"Magus." Her voice was less clipped now, and Dante relaxed a little as the door opened and she left with Gors, the door shutting firmly behind them. He'd pushed too hard there, and he should have known better. He'd simply been too caught up in what had happened and got carried away in the moment.

Not knowing who she was or even what she looked like has been a fun twist at first, but Dante liked to look his partners in the eye during the most passionate moments. When their blood was up, when they were crying out in pleasure, then there could be no deception, no lies, just the truth of who they were and the pleasure they could bring each other.

Just the idea of it sent chills down his spine, but sadly, that was no longer an option for today. Instead, he was going to have to deal with an angry Daemon.

Sighing softly to himself, Dante walked around the ritual circle, checking it all was perfect one final time before uttering the single word that completed the ritual.

The word was a foul, hard-edged thing, even by Daemonic standards, but it had power and weight to it, enough of both to part the veil and give his ritual the moment it needed to draw Lythoranix through into the realm of man.

A bright light flared within the circle as an oval of hellfire appeared from one moment to the next, the red cracks that he'd seen earlier appearing again within its bounds. The cracks linked together rapidly, more and more appearing as they did, until the whole interior of the oval was a red portal to another place.

Some would look away, but Dante took in the sight of the hellscape beyond the portal with the calm ease of someone who has seen it a hundred times before.

Through that vision of desolation and death appeared a dusky red leg. It was long, slender and feminine in a way that quickened his pulse, every curve perfect and alluring. A voice in the back of his mind whispered that he should fall to his knees and worship every gorgeous inch of it.

"At least wear some stockings if you're going to do that," Dante said, rolling his eyes as he rejected the manipulation of the Daemon. In a blink, the leg had changed. It was still perfectly formed, of course, but he no longer felt the compulsion that went with it. "I'd have thought you'd be more subtle."

"My pardon, Magus," Lythoranix said, stepping properly through the portal as it snapped shut behind her. Her voice was as sensual as before, though this time he felt the full effect of her husky contralto.

Sighing, Dante broke the second, more subtle attempt to shroud his mind with a flex of his will. "Are you done?"

Lythoranix blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. No doubt that little one-two trick worked on near enough everyone, or at least made them work for it. Dante was made of sterner stuff, though, and that put him at an advantage in this little contest.

"It would seem that you are more of a Magus than I expected," Lythoranix said, bowing just enough to perfectly frame her cleavage before flashing him a heated smile. "Consider me pleasantly surprised."

"Just as I am by you," Dante said, letting his eyes rove over her form. Lythoranix was a Greater Daemon, which meant she was refined and shaped by her essence, a good part of which came from a succubus. It was unsurprising, then, that she exuded a magnetic appeal that no mundane woman could.

Despite having arrived from the hells, Lythoranix was dressed in a white blouse and tight leathers. The blouse was of course low cut enough to hint at her deep cleavage and the leathers tight enough to emphasise her hourglass figure. Her dark hair was braided loosely together, with just a few loose locks for her to no doubt toy with.

The overall effect was stunning, even without her insidious magic, and Dante was glad that he'd already satisfied himself three times that evening. As his teacher had told him, 'abstinence is easier with empty balls'.

Truly a wise man beyond all others.

"So, let me take a taste," Lythoranix said, sinking slowly down onto her haunches before leaning forward and running a finger across some of the seed that he'd sprayed the circle with. Holding his gaze with her own, she slowly lifted the finger to her mouth and started to give it a long, slow lick.

The Daemon barely had to touch it with her tongue before freezing in place, however, her eyes going wide as she hastily suckled at her finger and let out an ardent moan that made Dante glad he'd closed his robe.

"By the darkest depths, just who are you?" Lythoranix asked with dazed wonder that rapidly shifted to wanton lust. "If you let me out of here, I will give you pleasure beyond your dreams, Magus."

"If I let you out, you'll drain me dry and ride my husk until my bones are ground to nothing beneath you," Dante said flatly, keeping his mental image of what she'd do firmly at the centre of his mind. This was the damn problem with succubus blooded daemons, they hardly felt dangerous at all, but they'd kill you as sure as a dagger in the heart.

"You didn't answer my question. Who are you?"

"Magus Dante Drek Knossare, at your service," Dante said, holding his robe tight and performing a perfect courtly bow. "Direct descendant of Calacias."

"Depths burn me, no wonder you taste so delicious." Lythoranix shuddered, licking her finger again. "Let us get to the Deal, young Magus. I long to taste you in a more personal way."

"No Deal today, I'm afraid," Dante said, shrugging off the passive manipulation that came alongside her lust. When a succubus or their ilk wanted something, their magic acted without conscious thought, which was just another way that they were incredibly dangerous.

"No Deal?" She had a shocked, almost plaintive as she echoed him. "Then why summon me, why break my existing summon?"

"To keep you here, and away from Alberrde," Dante said with a shrug, not bothering to hide anything. "I know my rituals, and I know how powerful you are, so I'm confident I can keep you here for a few days, at least."

"You mean to kill Alberrde?" Lythoranix had gone strangely still now, barely even breathing as she focused entirely on Dante.

"Well, not myself, I'm just tagging along to destroy his defences and render him vulnerable."

"So, this isn't even some grand plan?" She bit her lip, one hand coming up to cup her breast as the other went between her legs. "You broke his best work, dragged me here and intend to imprison me for several days as a favour to someone?"

Normally, Dante wouldn't be so blunt about it all, but he'd never seen a daemon react quite like this, and the soft moans she was making as she stroked herself were intoxicating. His usual habit of identifying what exactly drove his partners was already kicking in as well, and he knew just what to say next.

"Less than that," Dante said, stepping right up to the edge of the circle and letting some of the heat that was burning inside him show in his voice. "This is a whim, nothing more, nothing less. An hour ago, I had a lovely redhead sucking my cock and no intention of doing anything else tonight."

Lythoranix moaned loudly, collapsing to the ground as her hand finally slipped inside her tight leathers and she began to pleasure herself.

"Enough." Dante's voice was firm as he gestured with one hand and projected his will onto the circle, triggering one of its functions and locking down her movements. "Did I say you could do that?"

The daemon moaned, straining against the magic binding her before whimpering with need. "Please, let me..."

"Look at me." Dante waited until she met his eyes before smiling. "Come for me."

Lythoranix gasped, her back arching as Dante relaxed his control over her and she plunged her fingers as deep as she could, her orgasm striking immediately.

The spectacle had reawoken Dante's lust to an extent, but he simply watched as the dishevelled daemon recovered.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Lythoranix asked eventually, sitting up and flipping her hair behind her. Dante could see the sweat glistening on her dusky red skin and had to fight to drag his gaze from the way her blouse clung tightly to her chest.

"Do what?" Dante asked, fetching himself a chair and sitting just outside the ritual circle. This was becoming far more interesting than he'd expected.

"Portray it all like that."

"What do you mean?" He leaned back in his chair, finding a comfortable position and taking no consideration to how she could see up his robe from where she was sat. She'd given him more than enough of a show, after all.

"The dominance, the power," Lythoranix said, seemingly torn between frustration and satisfaction. "Was it all a show just because you know what succubi are like?"

"Oh, and what are you all like?" Dante asked, leaning forward with studied interest as he exerted his will and stopped her from standing up. This was new information, and if he gave her a chance to recover, she might well regain her balance enough to no longer share.

The daemon strained against the bindings once more, her face flushing as her body reacted to the sensation. "That we attach ourselves to the most powerful person we can find. That displays of power make us horny. You're not actually this powerful, this is all some sort of game building up to you trying to bind me permanently, isn't it?"

Dante had to admit that if he was trying to do such a thing, and he already knew that wonderful titbit about succubi, then this is how he'd do it. His ritual circle would stop her from getting a good glimpse of his true strength, after all, and even a mediocre Magus could slave over the perfect circle and spend a year pumping it full of power.

"An impressive feat of mental gymnastics," Dante said, giving her a mock round of applause. "But no, this is real. I'm simply toying with you because I want to."

Lythoranix flushed again, the brighter hue of her cheeks barely noticeable against her already red body. Dante had spent a lot of time with daemons, though, and was more than able to notice such things.

"You're lying," she said eventually, clearly fighting her arousal in some sort of attempt to keep a clear mind. "This is a game, a trap. Someone this strong would already have a succubus bound to them."

"Like Alberrde has you?" Dante asked, maintaining his mental grip on her via the ritual circle to keep her in place. He couldn't harm her like this, but he could keep her in one position without too much effort. It would help distract her, and if he was being honest with himself, he rather enjoyed watching her squirm.

"I'm not bound to that doddering fool." The daemon snapped, her husky voice sending a shiver of pleasure down Dante's spine despite her anger. "Not in the way that matters, I simply work with him."

"Hmm, and what's the difference?" Dante asked, deciding to play his hand more openly for a change. "I know the basics about your kind, enough to steer clear at any rate. But the specifics have never really interested me. I have better things to do than summon a daemon just to stuff my cock down her throat."

Well, now that he said it out loud, it was actually rather appealing. She didn't need to know that, though.

Lythoranix stared at him for a long moment before her eyes widened and she shivered, her hips bucking as she came a second time as she gasped out her response. "Depths below, this is real. Please, Magus, Deal with me, I offer knowledge in exchange for guest rights."

Dante's brows shot up at the offer and at the fact that the situation was apparently sexually charged enough for her to orgasm purely on that alone. Clearly, her succubus nature was a heavy influence, and one that he could use against her.

"Providing that you remain on this floor of the building, act with no ill intent and the knowledge you offer is equivalent to my hospitality, I accept." Dante listed his requirements without hesitation before taking the offer.

Any daemon was bound by their terms, and the concept of guest rights was as deeply ingrained into their society as it was complex.

"I accept," Lythoranix said, the bonds holding her down fading as the ritual circle released its hold on her. Immediately, she all but jumped to her feet and crossed over to Dante, studying him intently as her eyes smouldered with an inner glow.

"Like what you see?" Dante asked, relaxing back into his seat with little concern for the daemon standing over him. She could no more harm him now than she could leave his house. Unless he broke the rules as a host, of course, but even then, he'd added the clause to not act with ill will.

"Such power," her eyes returned to their normal dark colour before tracking up and down his body. "Not bad on the eyes either. I do believe you might be the most powerful Magus I've ever heard of."

"Only when it comes to what is classed as infernal magics," Dante said, already aware of his strengths. "I'm rather mediocre at elemental magic, divination and the rest. Now, weren't you explaining?"

"Yes, of course," she said, looking to Dante for permission before bringing over another chair and taking a seat. She lacked the tail that many of her kind had, as well as the horns, cloven feet and the like. Really, she could have passed for human if not for the colour of her skin, the heat radiating off of her and the slight glow to her eyes.

"Binding is the permanent fixing of a succubus to her chosen master," she said after a moment, biting her lip as her eyes briefly glowed once more. "In short, they feed on the energy provided by that master, refine it and pass it back through their bond, strengthening both parties. The stronger the master, the stronger the succubus can become."

"Fascinating, and why do more people not do so, then?" Dante asked, only half of his attention on her as he reached out to the magic he'd imbued into his home. Infernal magic covered a whole host of sins, and Dante had both the power and the skill to make the most of them.

As the lovely daemon began to explain something about it being permanent and only one succubus per mortal, Dante was slowly creating bindings of force around the chair. None of it was close enough to hold her in place, not yet anyway, but he was positioning them with the utmost care.

"So, Lythoranix," Dante said, cutting her off as she attempted to expand even further on the benefits. "May I call you Lyth, by the way?"

"Of course, Magus." Lyth all but purred, her eyes flaring with inner light for a brief moment as she smiled coyly at him. The guest rights provision stopped any mental manipulation, but more ordinary methods were, of course, available.

"Good, then let me summarise. You offer me a Deal to bind you permanently, which will supersede all other Deals you have active and make you mine and mine alone. Doing this will help strengthen you, and in turn myself, making you my loyal ally through thick and thin?"

"That about sums it up, yes," Lyth said, her smile turning strained as she hung on his every word. "Every succubus longs to find a suitable master, it is why we are summoned so often."

"I see, and how exactly would you draw on my essence?" Dante asked, though it didn't take a genius to figure it out. He could hardly turn down the straight line it would give him, though.

"Through your seed, and then you would be able to withdraw it from me over time as you would your own magic."

"In that case, I accept," Dante said simply, waiting for the brief second it took for the Deal to be made and the previous one fade as it became redundant before acting. Lyth was still in the process of reacting to his statement when the bands of force clamped down on her, binding her to the chair at the ankle and wrist.

"Master?" Lyth seemed torn between joy and confusion as she strained against the bonds. In an instant, he could see her nipples harden as she felt his magic overpower her.

"Relax, Lyth," Dante said, reaching out to cup her warm face and stroke her cheek fondly. She was already proving to be a delight to play with, and all the other benefits she'd spoken of were hardly a problem.

Truthfully, Dante had known about the bond beforehand, he just hadn't known it was with a succubus. The text he'd found detailing it had missed that one important detail, and he'd wasted precious months trying to figure it out in the past, so as soon as he'd realised what she was offering, he'd taken it.

"What do you wish of me, Master?" Lyth asked, looking up at him from under her long lashes as she leaned into his hand.

"Well, first of all, I want to see what I just took possession of," Dante said, trailing a finger down her cheek and onto her neck before down to her cleavage as she arched her back, pushing her impressive chest forward.

Dante could feel his cock hardening as he pulled her blouse down, exposing the deep cleavage it contained. Twisting his hand to grab the garment, he was about to rip it clear when he remembered who he was dealing with and instead called forth a spark of hellfire he had obtained in a Deal many years ago.

No daemon could be burnt by hellfire, but the same couldn't be said for her clothes.

Shaping the ravening magic as it consumed her outfit entirely, Dante made sure to shield everything else around them, leaving the chair she was bound to entirely untouched before dismissing the spark once more.

Lyth had gasped at the sudden flash of hellfire, and as he shaped it with ease, he could feel her staring hungrily at him.

"Does it turn you on to see me do that?" Dante asked, standing up and moving to behind her chair as he reached down to cup her full breasts. They were high and firm, perfect in a way that no mortal woman could match.

"Yes, Master." Lyth leaned back into him as he kneaded her luscious breasts, taking his time to fully explore them and learn how sensitive they were.

"Does it excite you to know that you'll soon have that power dripping down the back of your throat?" Dante asked, leaning down so that his words were little more than a breath into her ear.

"Yes, Master." Lyth moaned as he sank one hand further down, parting her legs to find her hot core and slip a finger inside. She was slick and wet with need, not to mention hot enough to be just short of scalding.

After his adventures earlier with heat and cold, Dante looked forward to fucking Lyth later and finding out how that heat felt on his cock. For now, though, he wanted a simple release to seal the deal, so to speak.

Slipping a second finger inside her, Dante worked with both hands as he feathered her neck with kisses and the occasional bite, finding what worked and building her slowly but steadily to a peak.

"Don't you dare come without permission," Dante said firmly, tightening the bands of force holding her down and stopping her abortive attempt to thrust her hips into his hand.

"Please, Master," Lyth said, her husky voice somewhere between a growl and a purr as she pleaded with him. "Please."

"Wait for it," Dante said, slowing his efforts and letting her fall from the peak ever so slightly before doing shifting around so that he could slide his fingers in deeper and faster. In no time at all she was back at her peak and he grabbed her face as he kept fingering her, turning her to face him so he could meet her brightly glowing gaze. "Come for me, Lyth. Now."

They kissed as she came, each kiss broken by a moan as he kept up the pace, sending aftershocks through her trembling body.

Eventually, Dante pulled back, leaving Lyth panting and sagging against her chair, her fluid dripping down to the ground from where she'd come.

Catching her eye, Dante lazily licked his fingers before retaking his seat. "Well, I believe I'm satisfied, Lyth. Are you?"

"No, Master." Her eyes were fixed on his rigid cock as he parted his robe, her tongue darting out to unconsciously lick her lips.

"Oh, and what is it you want?" Dante asked, the teasing note in his voice lost on the horny daemon as she strained against the bonds of his magic.

"I want to feed, Master," Lyth said, biting her lip and looking up to meet his gaze. Whatever she saw there seemed to delight her, and she relaxed a little as he spoke again.

"Very well, I'll let you earn it." With a dramatic snap of his fingers, Dante released the magic holding her down.

Lyth was on her knees and between his legs in a flash, her hot mouth swallowing his full length in a single motion that made Dante groan and lean back.

Lyth was an expert and knew exactly what she was doing, but any technique was left by the wayside in her single-minded desire to make him come.

Dante had already been worked up from the show she'd put on for him, and he made no attempt to hold back as she took him into her throat with every rapid bob of her head. It put the facefucking he'd given his mystery guest earlier to shame, and in no time at all, Dante came right down her throat.

Lyth had a shuddering orgasm as she swallowed his cock entirely, letting every last drop of his seed flow down into her stomach.

Spent beyond measure, Dante leaned back, resting a hand on Lyth's head and idly stroking her silky hair as she nursed at his cock, suckling it clean.

"What a strange day."