The Contract Renewed Ch. 04

As Meg poured coffee into her paper cup, she felt like she was floating. Her first night with her new human had left her with a satisfied feeling that she hadn't felt in some time. To make things even better, she'd done it with a wonderful girl. She was embarrassed to admit, but Salem had been springing to her mind often ever since she left for work. Her voice, her smile, even the way she smelled.

"Ah, I guess she could be more than just a thrall, huh?" She thought, before being knocked out of her pleasant haze by the sight of a familiar face walking into the break room.

"What's with that dreamy face?" Liz asked, patting her on the shoulder.

"Nothing!" She cried. "It's nothing!"

"Well that doesn't sound like nothing. Especially since you sent me that text last night talking about how things went over well with that girl. Salem, was it?"

"Yeah, it went good. She proved to be a good meal provider. Seems I lucked out for once, her energies were surprisingly potent."

"Ah, so that's why you asked that weird question about the water." Liz observed, before pouring herself a cup.

"The one you never answered?" Leaning against the counter, Meg took a long drink of her coffee.

"What was I even supposed to say to that? There's nothing different here, we just both got really lucky."

"As unlikely as that seems, I'll take your word on it." She adjusted her glasses. "Well, I certainly can't wait to get off work now. Our initial session wasn't enough, I really want to do it with her more."

"I know the feeling. I just hope Salem is up to the task. After that first weekend where I revealed myself to Blake, he slept for so long that I was worried I'd killed him."

"Hopefully... I want to go at it all night with her." Setting her cup down, she crossed her arms before noticing a coworker walk by the door. "Anyway. So, still planning to use some of your vacation days on that business trip?" She asked, quickly shifting topics.

"That's the plan. Might as well, I mean we booked a hotel right next to the beach and I heard there was some other nice places to visit around town. I'm gonna bring Blake along too, no way I'm going alone."

"It's a shame we don't have love hotels around here."

"Well, we'll make do. I just hope I can hold out until then."

Meg tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean?"

Liz let out an exacerbated sigh. "Well, I recently realized that I'm going to be pretty busy in the lead-up to this trip. Those extra hours will mean less time for our sessions, and Blake's boss is probably going to start giving him more hours since he'll be using up some of his vacation days for this." She crossed her arms and started drumming her fingers against her forearm. "I'll try to work in some sessions, but... he'll probably need the extra energy and I've already been draining a lot from him."

Meg pushed her glasses into place. "You'll be fine. If nothing else, I'm sure you'll be making up for lost time once your vacation officially starts."

"That much is for sure." She took a sip of her coffee. "Oh, and word of warning since you were deprived of a food source for a while: don't overfeed and make sure your human gets breaks, otherwise they'll get sucked dry."

"Oh, don't worry, I know restraint." She said, waving off her warning. "I know nothing but restraint."

"Are you sure?"

"I killed a guy in college, so I know exactly where human limits are."

"You killed him?" Liz looked at her rather concerned.

"What, you haven't had that happen to you?" Based on her expression, it was obvious that Meg considered that sort of thing a common experience among succubi and incubi.

"I mean, I've had a few close calls, but I don't think any of them died from having too much energy consumed."

"You think, or you know?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"There were a few who were in rough shape when I was done and we never spoke again, let's just put it that way."

"Hm..." she nodded "well, whatever. You have nothing to worry about either way."

Liz had a bad feeling that Meg was just going to run Salem ragged, but she seemed so sure of herself that she could almost believe her when she said not to worry. Almost.

Later that night, Meg and Salem were at it again. Her human partner was sitting on her lap while she sat on the couch, braless and her shirt unbuttoned all the way down. Salem was in a dark green dress that her new demonic master had bought for her.

They had just gotten back from shopping and grabbing dinner together, the whole time feeling like they were girlfriends on a date. Now here she was, back to fulfilling her contractual obligations while Azorig had turned back to her demon form. The transition from returning to Azorig's apartment to sloppily making out and slowly undressing felt almost too quick.

"I'm not sure how it came to this again." She thought, before yelping into her master's mouth when she felt her ass being grabbed and squeezed. "But..." she rolled her eyes up and her dick got harder when she felt Azorig's snake tongue starting to stick itself down her throat. "I don't mind it..."

Sighing, Azorig briefly pulled out of the kiss. "You look so pretty in that dress." She said, squeezing her ass. "It makes you look like a forest nymph."

"Thank you, master." She said, blushing as she embraced her. "Are nymphs real too?"

"Hm? No, nymphs are a myth. Don't be a silly girl." She leaned in and kissed her neck.

"Okay..."

"Hm..." she rested back and looked at her lustfully "I think it's time I gave this ass a taste of my strap. What do you say?"

She got flustered at the very idea of it. "Yeah..." she answered.

"Then get off me." She said, spanking her.

Pulling her pants down and tossing her shirt aside, Azorig went to her bedroom to retrieve her strap-on. She returned with it attached, and a big dildo secured to it. As Salem waited, she idly swayed this way and that, letting the skirt swish around her legs.

After rubbing lube over it, a faint red glow emanated from her hand.

"There, now I'll be able to feel it."

"Feel it?" Her eyes widened. "Like an actual strap-on you can feel?"

She nodded. "Just one of the various demonic spells I know. I'm happy to try others on you, but let's ease into it for now." Turning her around, she shoved her forward, making her brace against the wall.

Azorig licked her lips as she hiked up Salem's skirt, then pulled her panties down. Spreading out her cheeks, she prodded at her hole before sliding it in. Azorig let out a soft gasp, feeling her hot walls rubbing against the toy. She pushed it all the way in, making her whine.

Pulling back, she started humping her. Her ass bounced whenever it got smacked by her crotch, while the dildo repeatedly impaled her.

"You use dildos a lot, I can tell." She said, spanking her again. It was starting to get red from the repeated slapping and groping of clawed hands. "Dirty girl."

"I'm sorry master, please punish me."

Her thrusting just got rougher, their heavy breathing intermixed with loud smacking. Reaching down, she started pumping her dick. She let out a laugh, feeling it pulsate in her hand. She had almost forgotten how effective this spell was; already, she felt almost on edge and her body was heating up. Leaning over, she kept shoving the dildo into her and reached around. Sliding her hands under her dress, she groped her chest and pinched her nipples.

"Master, I'm getting close!" She looked back at Azorig while her body started to shake from the intense railing.

Azorig didn't say it, but she was getting close too. With a final push, they came together. Their moaning overlapped, and their bodies pushed against each other.

Panting, she pulled the dildo out and giggled when she saw the mess of semen she'd let out on the floor. "It's like you just squirted, that's so cute!" She said, smiling with delight as if she hadn't also squirted.

"Shut up..."

"Ready for round two?" She grabbed her ass and smiled.

She threw her ass back, silently giving her approval for a continued pegging.

"Good girl..." her eyes glowing and her demonic energies continuously growing from the feast, she reinserted it.

After several more rounds, they collapsed naked next to each other on the bed. Salem had to tap out since her ass was hurting and she was starting to have trouble walking, but Azorig seemed to have tired herself out a bit too.

"What are we?" Salem asked.

"Hmm?" Azorig turned over to face her. "What do you mean? I am your master."

"No, I mean like, outside of the contract stuff. What is our relationship, even? Friends? Girlfriends?"

"Oh yeah, that." She thought things over for a brief moment. "I was originally thinking friends with benefits but... I admit you've been on my mind a lot."

"Oh?" She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at her. "I've been on your mind?"

"I... well, yes." She turned her head away in a vain attempt to hide her blushing.

"I've been thinking about you a lot as well." Reaching over, she booped her on the nose. "Why don't we go all the way and say we're girlfriends too?"

"I'm less experienced with romance than I am with sex." She said. "But... I'd like that."

She simply giggled and embraced her. Azorig's horned head pressed against her chest, she could hear her beating heart. It was strange, being vulnerable for someone else. But it wasn't a bad feeling.

"Say..." Salem said, running a hand through her hair "I love being your little subservient thrall but... would you mind if we switched next time? The look you gave me a minute ago was really cute and I think it activated something in me."

"Let's not get hasty!" She cried.