Contract (Patreon)

You make a very poor decision with your soul.

inspired by @hypnanosis, on twitter and bluesky!

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An acrid, sulphurous smell filled the air as the letters on the contract burned themselves into the page. Your name, just signed in your own blood, was the one thing that didn’t burn immediately. “Oh, silly mortal. You really are a freak.”

Sinder, a succubus, your new demonic patron, held the contract up, towards you, grinning. “And a stupid one at that.” They laughed at you, tail flicking back and forth. “Most mortal’s don’t sign away their souls to demons, fuckwit.” They leant down, looking down on you.

Their lips looked so kissable. You could feel a… Tether. That was the only word you could think of for it. It ran from your brain, to theirs. “But hey, it’s okay. You’re not that smart, clearly. But now you’ve got me to help you think.” Their words altered you, reducing your intelligence.

“Only proper thoughts. Like how much you love obeying me. How much of a good slut you are for me.” As they spoke, images of various things you could be doing for them, to them, entered your mind. You didn’t know if they were put there, or if your brain was bringing them up.

They leant down, even closer, their fiery eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. They reached out and cupped your chin. You couldn’t look away from them. You didn’t want to. “Awh, look at you… So weak, and pliable for me. You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?”