To shroud the demon from the sight of all but its master, it must drink a potion made from both the semen of the master and the blood of the demon itself. Continued consumption of similar potions would further bind the demon to the will of the master. Aaralon looked down at the succubus, still rubbing herself hungrily.
"You would be wise to put that mouth to good use. We need more off my seed if you want to hide your presence." Aaralon said with a smirk.
With a sweetly wicked smile the succubus replied: "As you desire, Master." Xaurian gently guided Aaralon's softening cock to her mouth. Sliding her long demonic tongue around the shaft as she took him in. Continuing to rub her clit as she gazed up at him with the solid black pools that were her eyes, Aaralon could instantly feel the succubus's mouth rejuvenate his loins. Within a few pumps, Xaurian's lips had her master rock hard and ready to go again.
Aaralon looked down past the spell book in his hands at his new pet. Grinning openly as the thought about the fun he would have with her. Never breaking his stare into her black eyes Aaralon grabbed a handful of Xaurian's silvery blond hair. He began to thrust himself against her advances on his shaft. The succubus didn't falter or gag once. Only returning Aaralon's gaze obediently.
From the expert skill of Xaurian's mouth to the seductive magics she wielded, Aaralon's mind became awash with the physical pleasure. He was ready to deliver his part of the reagents required for the potion. Pulling the succubus by the hair as he dragged her, his cock still in her mouth, a few feet to the table where he placed the book. Aaralon picked up a small knife and a chalice from the table. Xaurian resumed tugging at his shaft with her lips. Slowly tilting her head to one side and brushing her hair to expose her neck. She knew what would come next. Quickly Aaralon made a solid cut along the side of the succubus's neck, just behind her jaw. Demonic black blood trickled out of the wound onto her creamy skin. Collecting it in the chalice, Aaralon knew he wanted more of it than needed for the potion. Once he was satisfied he gave Xaurian a nod to which she licked her fingers and rubbed them across the cut on her neck that quickly disappeared.
Aaralon poured a portion of the succubus's blood into a bottle for later use. The remainder in the chalice he lowered to Xaurian. With futility she tried one last time to suck Aaralon's seed from his reinvigorated manhood as she slowly withdrew it from her mouth. Kneeling before her master Xaurian placed the chalice between her ample breasts and presented them eagerly. Ready to explode yet again Aaralon felt a anticipation and desire within Xaurian's eyes as she hungrily waited. Seconds later Aaralon burst; Xaurian's creamy white breasts covered in his warm juice. She smiled as her chest heaved with heavy breaths of satisfaction. The hot cum slowly poured down her perky mounds into the cup. Once most of it was collected she held the cup up to her master as she bowed her head.
Aaralon took the chalice. Held it high above his head and chanted "Tergum daemn. Pacta Sunt Servanda." Lowering the cup Aaralon handed it to the succubus. Xaurian took the chalice and raised it to her lips. Calmly arching her head back as she poured the potion of her own demonic blood mixed with her master's semen onto her tongue. The thick concoction sliding down her throat and into her gut. After fully consuming the contents of the potion Xaurian's body slowly slid to the floor as she melted in ecstasy rubbing what was left of her master cum into her milky breasts.
Suddenly "aware" of the succubus in ways never thought possible, Aaralon's body tingled with excitement. With his new link to Xaurian he "knew" if she was visible to others and cold will her so if he wished. He was also aware of her location and with concentration could have limited access to her senses and feelings.
After all the nights events, morning was approaching soon. Packing up his things, Aaralon dismissed the seemingly mindless demon lost in its own pleasure from the magic of the linking. He quietly made his way back to his room and lay in bed dreaming of the opportunity tomorrow presented. |