Mismatch "What have you done!?"
The mortal male, still with his arms stretched above his head from the demands of the incantation, stared at the creature he'd summoned. It was a deer, a doe rather, with all the soft beauty of her species except... her eyes were glowing red like hot embers and she was speaking to him. The magician dropped his arms back down by his sides and cleared his throat,
"I have summoned you," he lifted his chin imperiously as he strove for a commanding tone, "and you will do as I order."Drebia ignored the ludicrous creature. She glanced around the dingy, stone room , taking in the cluttered heaps of books and incomprehensible jars and tubes and ... things. She wrinkled her velvety nose in distaste it smelt worse than a gull-demon's lair in here.
Oh lovely she grumbled to herself I've been summoned by a mortal.
Drebia leant sideways, experimentally pushing her shoulder against the invisible barrier encircling her.
"You can't escape."
She snorted at the mortal's insufferable smugness and tried again, pushing harder, testing for weakness.
"You can't escape!" the magician was beginning to sound testy he obviously didn't like being ignored. Actually, the doe-demon was sure she could break free of the spell binding her it wasn't that powerful - but it would leave her dangerously weak. Drebia levelled a thoughtful gaze at her captor: there might be another way though.
Her form shimmered and the male's jaw dropped as the deer disappeared and a beautiful, naked female stood gazing shyly at him through a long, silky fine red fringe.
"What do you wish of me?" Drebia affected her best light, breathy, subservient voice. "My master." she added for good measure, trying not to snigger at the way the male's puny chest puffed up with arrogant self-esteem. Gods but mortals were so easy to manipulate.
"I um "
She only just managed to contain her disgust. The idiot had attempted a summoning without any idea of what to do next? Maybe he never expected it to work? Pah! Pathetic!
The demoness sank gracefully to her knees, gazing up at the magician with limpid, blood-red eyes filled with admiration.
"May I know the name of the one potent enough to confine me?"
He hesitated and Drebia stifled her aggravated sigh: now he was being cautious?
"I could never harm you, my master." Not strictly true but if the magician was as inexperienced as he seemed...
"I am Annan." For a second the high-handed facade dropped and Drebia glimpsed a warmth, a playfulness in clear, green eyes.
"I am Drebia." her answering smile was genuine this might not be as bad as she anticipated. The demon eyed him speculatively; he wasn't in the prime of his brief life, there was gray smudges in his short beard, silver threading through the deep-brown curls rioting over his skull and down to the collar of his dusty black robe. But he stood straight, and she sniffed surreptitiously - beneath the residual odours of his craft he smelt clean.
"Do you have a - mate, my master?"
"I no." Annan appeared surprised by the question, and a little embarrassed if the blush creeping up his neck was any indication. He gestured vaguely at the paraphernalia around him. "My work... "
"I understand," Drebia allowed her slender shoulders to droop. She lowered her gaze to the stone floor and waited.
Annan cleared his throat.
"That doesn't mean to say... I haven't thought about it."
The demoness looked up at him, opening her eyes wide in what she hoped looked like tremulous hope.
"You do?" This was just too easy.
The magician nodded, blushing crimson.
Drebia smiled hesitantly.
"Would you like to... mate with me, my master?"
He stared at her for long moments then licked dry lips and jerked his head in an uncertain affirmation.
"But I can't release you." he added.
Drebia's fine eyebrows came together, the only outward indication of her intense irritation.
"I will not harm you, my master, if you let me go."
The sharpness of her tone made him frown.
"You are a demon, I cannot simply release you that would be folly."
Drebia almost lost her temper but then, with a monumental effort, she forced her anger back down.
"Could you come in here, my master?" she leant towards him, lips parted, upper arms subtly framing her breasts, pushing the full, soft globes up and forward. If this didn't work she'd have to resort to brute strength.
Annan stroked his beard, contemplating the question, then finally he nodded.
"I can, and you will not harm me." He made a small gesture and Drebia felt the gossamer strands of a further binding spell wrap around her. She pouted, didn't he trust her? Obviously not he probably wasn't as stupid as others of his race. Drebia stealthily exerted her will against the new bonds; they were annoying but like all of Annan's magic she'd encountered, not insurmountable.
The magician gestured again and the circumference of the protected circle expanded, doubling the space inside. Drebia watched avidly as a gap appeared in the perimeter only to sigh irritably as it snapped shut behind the magician.
She stayed kneeling, passive, as Annan approached her, watching him with an almost authentic eagerness. He stopped in front of his captive demon, the nervousness tingeing his scent making a lie of the calm and commanding aura he was projecting. Drebia wondered - when Annan said he didn't have a mate, did that mean he'd never...? She smirked; a virgin? She'd never had a virgin, there was a certain cachet to that. Or could the mortal simply be justifiably nervous about having sex with a demon? Drebia reached up to caress a rigid erection through Annan's robe, chuckling when his knees threatened to buckle. No, the former explanation was the most likely.
The doe-demon knelt up and parted his robe, gently cupping the mortal's testicles as she brought her face to his groin...Drebia knew the moment she conceived.
The demoness groaned loudly but as she was face down, arse up on the stone floor with Annan thrusting enthusiastically into her it was unlikely the magician took it to be anything more than another vocalisation of pleasure.
No no no! She did not need this complication!
The sex had been surprisingly engaging and under other circumstances Drebia might have considered staying for a while but now it was imperative she get home. The pregnancy was likely to be short and sharp and if she was forced to stay in the mortal realm until the birth both she and the child would die! Drebia's arousal abruptly evaporated and it was all she could do to hold still for the frustratingly long time it took the male to finish.
She let out a sigh of relief as Annan gasped and came again, blunt fingers digging into her hips. He slumped forwards, nuzzling an inexpert kiss between her shoulder blades.
"This this is almost enough to make me give up magic."
Drebia smirked back at the panting male.
"I'm flattered."
The demon slid out from beneath him, twisting supplely to catch hold of the weary mortal and with her superior strength, gently lying him down on his back.
Annan smiled, a beautiful, open expression.
"Thank you," he lifted a hand to stroke her cheek.
"You're welcome." The demon grinned and straddled his hips, eliciting a weary groan. Now, when he was sated, was the time to ask the magician to release her . "You're not expecting anything else straight away, are you?" Annan chuckled, "I'm only mortal."
Drebia pouted but her ember-red eyes sparkled.
"Oh very well but there is one thing..."
The demon opened her mouth to speak but found herself unable to make the request. Why not? With a sudden, sinking feeling she understood. If he refused to release her she'd have to kill him and the thought of that was... uncomfortable. Which was stupid, it wasn't like she'd never killed before, but there was something about this mortal...
"... What?"
"Um " Drebia blinked at Annan's query then touched a sharp fingernail to the clear, spherical gem the magician wore on a long chain around his neck. "What's this?" She could feel the object's subtle power thrumming through her hand.
"A scrying gem," Annan's face was wreathed in a dopey, post-coital smile.
"It's interesting," Drebia murmured, cursing herself for procrastinating, "Where did it come from?"
"I've no idea," the magician shrugged, "It's been in my family for generations my father gave it to me even before I'd decided to make the study of magic my life."
"Uhuh," Drebia said absently, not really paying attention. Steeling herself she gazed earnestly at the mortal. "Annan "
"Yes?" he smiled softly, one hand resting lightly on her hip, the other fondling a prominent nipple.
"I " Drebia froze.
Oh no - she was going to have to kill him anyway.
"What is it?" Annan was too replete to be more than mildly curious.
The demon stared down at the fragile creature lying relaxed between her thighs. The fool had successfully summoned her, the connection had been made and he could do it again, and again. She could not allow that, couldn't take the chance he'd leave her alone, it was too dangerous for her and without conscious thought Drebia laid her palm across her abdomen too dangerous for her child.
"I'm sorry." she whispered, something close to sadness making her eyes leak a watery fluid.
Tears the demon was remotely astonished she was crying...
"Why? What's the matter?" a note of worry, of fearful uncertainty had crept into the mortal's voice.
"You shouldn't have dabbled, Annan," Drebia forced an implacable, remorseless expression onto her face as she sank elongated claws into a frail throat, crushing the mortal's windpipe. "The price of such meddling is always higher than you realise..."Following an impulse she didn't fully understand, the demon waited until her child's sire was dead before tearing out his throat and drinking deeply of the rich blood pulsing sluggishly from the wound. It was a necessary act, she'd need the power inherent in the fluid to get home without mishap, but it still felt like a a desecration.
Such a stupid, pointless thought Drebia chided herself, wiping the back of her hand over unnaturally red lips mortals were prey and there was an end to it. He shouldn't have dabbled anyway - but still... She stared down into Anna's lifeless green eyes and sighed, at least she'd made it quick for him, any other mortal daring to use her as he had would've suffered a painfully drawn-out death. The demoness' skin tingled with the temporary increase of magical power it was time to leave, no point lingering, wallowing in sentimentality, only to risk being trapped. Who'd be the fool then?
She bent down to bestow a last kiss on the magician's lips; as she did so her hand brushed against the scrying gem lying askew on his chest. Drebia blinked, then shrugged, gently slipping the metal chain over the dead man's head. This might come in useful, if only to serve as a reminder to be more careful. She hung the bauble around her neck then stood up, closing her eyes as she concentrated on gathering the energy needed to break the summoning spell and send herself home...© 2003 December 19th Lutra
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