by Eva Brandt
Had it been presumptuous of me to attempt my pathetic little seduction? Mephistopheles had seen straight through me—of course he had—and he hadn’t seemed to mind. But was it right and fair for me to…
My train of thought came to an abrupt halt when the shadowy creatures Mephistopheles had summoned started caressing my vulnerable body. They didn’t feel like hands now, more like currents of magic, zeroing in on all of my erogenous zones. Every part of me—from the strands of my long hair to the tips of my toes—buzzed with sexual energy.
Mephistopheles pecked my nose in a kiss that, despite being chaste, still aroused me. “You’re questioning yourself again. Don’t. Sometimes, you just need to stop thinking and let yourself feel. You feel you need this, don’t you?”
I nodded, wishing I could explain better or maybe apologize. He didn’t ask me to do it. “Then, that’s all there is to it,” he said, taking a couple of steps back. “Embrace your need, your desire, your sin. There is nothing purer, truer, simpler, and more beautiful than sin, Alyssa.”
Something about that sentence alarmed me, but I couldn’t muster enough coherence to dwell on it. All of a sudden, his presence swelled and his tail grew to almost alarming proportions. It reached a length that allowed Mephistopheles to use it however he pleased, even if he was facing me and standing a good distance away.
The tail flashed through the air like a whip and hit my naked body, sending a fierce wave of pleasure-pain through me. I arched against the shadowy hands that kept me immobilized and cried out. “S-Sir… Please, I need…”
The tail swept over my breasts in an almost fond caress, then struck me again, from a different angle. Tears sprang out in my eyes, and I struggled to process all the conflicting emotions and sensations.
“I know exactly what you need, my pet,” Mephistopheles said. “Just close your eyes, breathe, and take it.”
I followed his command and, once I stopped trying to question everything, a haze of relaxation descended over me. The world stopped screaming at me so loudly. The tension that had been crushing me ever since that fateful conversation with the archangel began to fade away.
He only struck me a couple more times, and then stopped, satisfied with his handiwork. “You look beautiful like this, you know,” he rumbled, his hands now traveling over my bare skin. He had calluses, and they grazed the tender areas of my body, making my oversensitive nerve endings respond yet again. “But then, you’re always beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”
I wondered if, by any chance, he’d been reading my mind earlier and had seen into my heart, detecting all my uncertainties. If that was the case, I didn’t mind it that much. He wasn’t like the other demons at the school. He wouldn’t blame me for my weakness. He would help me surpass it, now that I couldn’t do it on my own.
The next thing I knew, his cock nudged my wet folds and slid into my body with ease. After the earlier session, I was still floating in a mental space of pure relaxation, and him fucking me didn’t change that. He moved slowly, claiming my body with excruciating gentleness, but also fierce determination. Every thrust seemed perfectly timed and calculated to get the maximum amount of penetration, to get as deep inside me as possible.
My greedy pussy welcomed his dick, just like it had welcomed his tail, and this time, he didn’t leave me on the edge. That same wicked appendage wriggled between our bodies and somehow managed to tease my clit, in complete sync with Mephistopheles’s motions.
Too overcome with sensation, I fell over the edge, my inner walls clenching around his cock. He snarled, his wings expanding behind him as he buried himself inside me one last time and followed me into climax, filling me with his seed.
The shadowy creatures released their grip on me and I fell against Mephistopheles’s chest. His spent dick slid out of me and I let out a little whimper, not yet ready for this to be over. “Shh,” Mephistopheles said. “I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He picked me up and carried me to his couch, the same one where he’d spanked me when I’d lost my temper in Faust’s class. This time, there was no spanking. Instead, when he set me down, he started to lick me all over. Even if I’d already come, a renewed wave of pleasure coursed through me and I shivered and moaned, spreading my legs and wordlessly begging for him to claim me.
His wicked tail slid into my body again, fucking me smoothly and slowly, massaging my inner walls. It was a little thicker this time, and the triangular head hit all the right spots even better. A second orgasm struck me, just as powerful as the first, if not more so.
For a few moments, time seemed to slow and the world grew blurry around the edges. I didn’t lose cognizance, though. Perhaps even my brain realized that it wouldn’t do to waste such an excellent opportunity to feel good. I floated on the wave of my entwined orgasms, enjoying the fullness, the heat, and the knowledge that I’d given my lover the same pleasure he’d given me.
It was Mephistopheles who broke the comfortable silence that had settled between us. He leaned over me and cupped my cheek with a gentle hand. “How do you feel? Are you in any pain? Dizzy?”
I shook my head, still breathless, but experiencing no symptoms of an imminent seizure. “I feel fine. Thank you.” Hell, I felt more than fine. The only time I’d felt as good was after sex with Stefan, Callum, and Mikael. I wasn’t even in any pain, which was surprising considering the whipping I’d received.
Ah. That must’ve been why Mephistopheles had decided to lick me. It hadn’t been just about giving me pleasure, but also about providing aftercare and making sure I hadn’t received any lingering damage. “Thank you,” I repeated. “I… I needed this.”
“I assure you, it was my absolute pleasure,” Mephistopheles replied. “Literally. Anytime I can be of assistance, I’m at your disposal.”
His tail swayed back and forth, like he was wagging it. The sight somehow managed to be both arousing and endearing. I realized with a jolt that I’d probably never see him the same way again and would always be unable to look at that thing without remembering how I’d fucked myself on it.
It hardly mattered now. I couldn’t have taken it back if I’d wanted to, and I didn’t. It had been an amazing experience and I didn’t regret it.
“Did I help you with your… issue?” Mephistopheles asked.
I thought about my former lovers, and the memories that came to me made the same combination of resentment and yearning fill my heart. “I don’t think it’s that simple. I… I think I feel the same way about them. But that doesn’t change anything, does it?”
It was much too soon for me to forget about my disappointment and lost love. And maybe it was foolish to jump into something different with another demon, especially one bound through vows of loyalty to Lucifer. Just the same, I was confident that, in some way, this would guide me on the right path.
“I’ll protect you,” Mephistopheles said. “No matter what Lucifer wants, I won’t fail you again. And wherever you’ll want to go, I’ll be there, by your side.”
Despite all the pain and the betrayal I’d experienced since my arrival at the school, I believed him. And because of that, when the tears of grief welled in my eyes, I didn’t push them away. Instead, I buried my face in his chest and let them fall.
He wrapped his arms around me, and this time, his hold held nothing sexual. And as we sat there, on his couch, with me trembling and crying in his embrace, I knew that somehow, I needed to find the strength to move on.
Transfers and Transformations
In the days following my decision to sleep with the dean, Callum, Mikael, and Stefan started to avoid me. Even before, I’d had trouble finding them, but now, it was practically impossible, and I could go on for days without seeing them at all. I had no idea what they were doing, but Mikael seemed to have decided to no longer sleep in the dorms at all.
It worried me, but there was nothing I could do, not anymore.
I approached Mephistopheles about it after one of our les
sons. Our… special lessons. I was naked, curled against his chest, with his wing over me and his tail teasing my anus. “Do you know what’s up with Callum, Mikael, and Stefan? Have you spoken to them?”
It was rude to bring up my former lovers when we were like this, but it didn’t bother him. “I did speak to them, yes,” he replied. “We’ve decided to cast the spell on Samhain, if that’s okay with you.”
“That should work well,” I told him. “It’s going to be a powerful day and it should prevent problems.”
“Indeed,” Mephistopheles answered. And then, he slid his dick into my pussy, and his tail into my ass and I forgot about the conversation altogether.
In hindsight, maybe I should’ve done a little more research about what the ritual would entail. Faust had already pointed out that contracts in the demonic world were a tricky business. But the feeling of betrayal refused to go away, and I preferred to focus on the dean, on the pleasure and relief I found in his arms.
And so it was that, on October 31, I was once again inside the ruins of The Scholomance, with Callum, Mikael, and Stefan. The difference was that Mephistopheles was here as well, and he was the one by my side, not them.
“I take it you’re all prepared for the ritual,” Mephistopheles said without preamble.
“Yes, Sir,” Mikael replied tightly. “We’re all ready.”
Mephistopheles nodded, but decided to check their work anyway. He walked around the room and studied the ground, where a symbol I didn’t understand had already been drawn up. “Very good. Now, all of you get in the center and approach Ms. Michaelis.”
They complied. Just like the first time, I took my clothes off, and so did they. I tried very hard to not feel apprehensive. They’d already seen me like this countless times before. Even if Mephistopheles had been a little rough the last time we’d fucked, I didn’t have any bruises.
Still, they seemed to see straight through me, because as soon as he approached me, Stefan brushed his hand over my shoulder and said, “He doesn’t deserve you. This isn’t what you want.”
“Stefan,” Callum snapped at him. “Stop. We’ve talked about this.”
“Yes, we have, but that doesn’t mean—”
“Alyssa has made her choice,” Mikael cut him off. “This is what she wants. Isn’t that right, Ms. Michaelis?”
My mouth suddenly felt dry. I wanted with all my heart to say ‘no’. Ironically, that was what gave me the strength to say ‘yes’. “It is.”
The simple two words echoed much too loudly inside the ruins of The Scholomance. The color drained from Stefan’s face, and in the depths of his eyes, something seemed to die. He said nothing. His hold on my shoulder grew lighter, barely there.
My immediate impulse was to take my words back. It wasn’t too late. We could still fix this.
But if I changed my mind about the ritual, what then? Could I forgive them for manipulating my memories of my parents? No, it just wasn’t possible and even making the attempt would be a recipe for disaster.
Steeling myself, I waited for the unavoidable moment when the ritual would begin. As always, Shiro helped, and when he leaned against me, I felt less like I was about to throw up and faint on the spot.
There was a sudden surge of energy beneath my bare feet, and my former lovers started to chant.
“Bonded hearts have come together,” Mikael said. “Through kindness and warmth, a connection was formed.”
“Bonded hands are torn apart.” Callum separated my hand from Mikael’s and held it in my stead. “Connections die and are reborn, different, but stronger.”
“Connections are accepted and bonds of fellowship are strengthened,” Stefan whispered.
I forced myself to open my mouth and say the words that were expected of me. “With these words and this vow, I grant Callum Adamson the honor of the bond with Mikael Lost.”
“Through my power as a High Lord of Hell, this, I acknowledge,” Mephistopheles finished. “May the unwanted bond be replaced with the new, desired one. In the name of the powers of The Infernal Realm, this, I command, and let nothing stand in my path.”
My body started to tingle where Callum and Stefan were still touching me. Shiro let out an anxious whine. TB hissed, obviously distressed.
I wasn’t sure how, but at that moment, I knew we should’ve never done this, that we’d just made a giant mistake.
But it was too late to take my decision back. An explosion of magic erupted through the room, emanating from my body. Mikael, Stefan, and Callum were all thrown back, propelled by the unstoppable force at least a dozen feet away.
I panicked and rushed to their side. I didn’t know whom to check up on first, so I ended up going to Mikael, simply because he was closest.
“What just happened?” I asked as I dropped to my knees next to him. “Are you okay?”
Mikael recoiled, shying away from me as if I terrified him. “Don’t touch me. Just… Just don’t.”
He was shaking, as pale as a ghost. Why? I didn’t think I was so scary. Had I hurt him so badly?
“I’m sorry,” I offered, not knowing what else to say. “I didn’t mean to do that. I still can’t control my power very well.”
Mephistopheles walked up to us, his presence as strong and reassuring as always. Or at least, it was, until he explained what had happened. “That wasn’t your fault, Alyssa,” he said. “It was just backlash from the ritual. A familiar bond isn’t easy to tear apart, and the magic we used knew the real reason why you changed your mind about Mikael. It sensed your heartache and grief, and it punished them in your stead.”
“But I never meant for this to happen,” I replied as I watched Stefan struggle to get up. Was I angry with them? Yes, I was. Had I wanted them to get hurt? No, I had not.
“Things happen all the time that people don’t mean.” Callum wrapped an arm around Stefan’s waist and helped him up. “We all make choices we regret. But Ms. Michaelis, don’t regret this one. It really was the right thing to do, and we wholeheartedly agree with it.”
Stefan hadn’t seemed that enthusiastic earlier, but pointing that out would’ve been useless. The bond was already broken. I felt the hole where it had been and it hurt. It wasn’t something I could change, not anymore.
“The discomfort won’t last, not for you, especially since you have Shiro,” Mephistopheles said, having obviously noticed the problem. “Take a day to yourself. Spend time with your true familiar. Call your family. You’ll feel better, you’ll see.”
I shot Mikael, Callum, and Stefan one last hesitant look, and then agreed. There was nothing more I could do here. I’d done enough, and I’d already decided we had to go our separate ways.
“Come on, Shiro. Let’s go.”
He happily followed me as I left the ruins of The Scholomance. When we were outside, my steps carried me toward the dorm of The House of Sloth.
I stopped before I could enter the building and instead waited outside, observing it in silence. My former lovers had said this building was a huge part of the reason why I’d forgotten my parents.
Nobody had mentioned anything about The House of Sloth having a patron, but I was sure he had to be here, just like Leviathan was in my dorm. If memory served, the Prince of Hell who ruled over this place was Belphegor.
But he was hiding, and so were many other people and creatures inside the academy. Was it any wonder, then, that Stefan, Mikael, and Callum had chosen the path they had?
“I won’t forget again,” I told the silent building. “I’ll always remember and I’ll never lose hope.”
There was no reply, but even so, I felt like someone was watching me from the shadows. Just because I could, I gave the mysterious person the middle finger.
It was a minor act of defiance and it didn’t make me feel any better. But the promise did.
I refused to wallow in self-pity. Starting tomorrow, I’d do better. I’d learn more about my magic and be more careful. If the demons wanted to keep secrets, I didn’t
care anymore. Let them. I’d find my own way, and that would be that.
* * *
The next day started out normally enough. I didn’t see my former lovers, but that wasn’t unusual, since they’d been avoiding me for months.
I left my dorm and headed out to class, only to find that I could barely make my way through the courtyard. It was raining cats and dogs. Literally.
Animals were falling from the sky. For the most part, they always landed on their feet, so there were no dead bodies on the ground. But when they landed on someone, the beasts clawed savagely at the unfortunate person, and the victims seemed to have trouble shaking them off.
It was like a more serious version of Morrigan’s crows, I thought as I watched Samuel fall under the assault or at least fifteen Chihuahuas. I flinched when one of them managed to leap high enough and gripped his testicles. He howled and kicked at the animal, but the damage had already been done as the little beast already seemed to have a dangling piece of flesh in his mouth.
I might have tried to help him out, but then, I saw another fallen person, who was actually in lethal danger. Two dozen cats had attacked Darling, and they refused to be moved. “Stay here, Shiro!” I told my familiar. “No matter what, don’t follow me!”
I ran out into the open and headed toward my former friend. I still didn’t have complete control of my power, but I couldn’t let her die.
Shiro ignored my command and raced after me. That turned out to be a good thing, since every cat that tried to attack me took one look at him and ran in the other direction.
Meanwhile, I focused on getting the remaining cats off Darling. I had no desire to turn them into necromantic construct material, but there had to be something I could do. “Go away!” I told them, feeling stupid even as I spoke. “Leave her alone!”
Miraculously, my lame words worked and the cats jumped off her, hissing. Darling got up, wiping blood off her face. She had scratches all over her body and her black dress was torn in several places. “Alyssa? What in Satan’s name is going on?”