A demonic gift (Patreon)

Your demonic patron is amused at your attempts to resist.

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“Oh, you poor, weak little mortal. Did you think that your resistance meant anything?” Your demonic patron, Sinder, was laughing at you, knelt on the floor before them. “When all it took was one look at me and you fell right back under my thumb?” Their laughter echoed through you.

You had given in so quickly. “It’s cute, really. You’ve put all the effort in, all that work. You claim you want to be free, you claim that you don’t want to be my brainwashed thrall…” They paused, their voice becoming a soft purr in your ears, as they walked towards you.

They walked behind you, and then draped their arms around your neck, leaning on you, whispering in your ear. You felt their tail, idly wrap around your leg. The hardness of one of their horns, resting on your head. “But then, you’d be without me.” The idea made you feel… Lost.

“Without the warmth of my control, guiding you. Leading you.” You didn’t want to lose them. You had been stupid to resist. “Maybe it’s time I picked it up a bit. Maybe it’s time that I installed something more… Permanent in your brain?” Their tail unwound from your leg.

“Yeah!” They said, eagerly. I’m going to give you a gift, toy. And you’re going to love it. It might be scary, at first. Their tail pressed against your other ear, pushing something into your mind. “But give it time, and you’ll love what having me inside you will do to you.”