Paying A Hell Of A Price [F28, M>28] [Magic] [Body Horror] [Pain] [Breeding] [Mercenary Sex] [Age gap] [Supernatural Transformation] [Dissociation] [June 26 image 9]

Two more times. I only have to fuck him two more times. That's what I'm telling myself as he plows away. Not that the sex itself is especially bad. I've had first date sex that was far worse. And he's given me an orgasm every time so far. Or two. Or three. Though he must have help with that. Raw dogging is the only thing that's considered "sex" for our purposes (and there's no way in hell I'm doing more with him than I absolutely have to) but just PIV alone has never been enough to make me come with anyone else. He can make it happen though, one way or the other. Truthfully he's better in bed than a lot of my exes. So it's not like this is unbearable or anything.

I'm using him. He's using me too. I don't have any illusions about it and neither does he. Romance, love, all that lame shit people write pop songs and make crappy movies about - it's not like any of that is real anyway. This is an exchange, and we're both getting something we want, something that's goddamn hard to get any other way. The second I have what I want I'll be gone which, now that I think about it, is the story of every relationship I've ever had. But I'm especially justified this time because when we aren't fucking he makes my skin crawl. He's old, for one thing. I'm not sure exactly how old. He's making himself look like he's close to my age, but he must be a least a generation older than me. He acts old. And there's something off about him that makes being near him unpleasant. The more time I spend with him, the more queasy his off-ness makes me feel. I can't feel it while we're fucking, but the second we're done it closes in around me. In fact coming back here at all has been getting harder. There's like a cloud of misery around this place, and each time I can see it better and feel it stronger. I'd only got myself in the door earlier by telling myself "Three more times. I only have to fuck him three more times." Next time I might need some liquid courage.

I was eight when I first broke through, although I didn't know what had happened at the time or for years afterward. All I knew was that fucking jock queen bitch Ashlee had knocked me down in the lunch room again and sent my food flying everywhere. She never did it when a teacher was looking, and she knew how to make it as painful as possible, both from getting hit and from getting laughed at and mocked by her and all her little lickspittles. All I wanted was to hurt her. I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything. To hurt her as bad as it was possible to hurt her.

And just like that it was in my hand. If you've seen it, you know what it looks like, if you haven't there's really no describing it. I've heard it called light-sucking smoke or black ball lightning but neither of those are really right or even close. I didn't even get a good look at it that first time because the instant I brought it back through I knew - just totally completely KNEW - what to do with it. I threw it at her as hard as I could and screamed "I hope you never win another game as long as you live!!" It hit her. It went into her. I know other people saw it, because later at the principal's office they asked if it had been fireworks I threw at her. Ashlee, who lived for sports and beating other people however she could, never won another thing. Not on the field, not on the screen... not even checkers, which was her favorite and which she could always beat everyone at. She tried to go out for sports a few times after that, but eventually word got around that any team she joined lost every game. I'd made her life ten times more miserable than she'd made mine. Twenty years later I still think it was less than she deserved.

Yeah, my mind wanders when he's fucking me. Never anyplace good though. It's not that I'm trying to get away from what's happening. His cock fills me up just right and his thrusts rub my g-spot in just the best way and from his first touch my pussy is literally dripping. Physically I can feel my body enjoying the sex, feel the physical pleasure that's so intense it's making my toes curl. But I can't "feel it" feel it. All the pleasure stops short of my brain somehow. And now he's making that face that means he's pissed or has a gall stone or something. "Hurry the fuck up", I snarl at him. He actually listens and starts thrusting harder and faster. Oh good, we're into hate-fucking territory. I'm gasping now, I can feel it won't be long until he makes me come at this rate. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that it's working.

It started working from the first time. I'd learned a lot on my own, and it took years just to find him. By then I'd seen the dark smoke-lightning stuff again, learned the proper name for it was arcana, learned a little about how to break through to where it is. But I can only catch faint glimpses of it, enough to see that there's so, so much of it. I can't bring any back through, not since that first time. He's one of a tiny handful of people who can help me learn how, and we worked it out so that he will. I'll be able to bring back as much as I want, whenever I want, like I've seen him do. Part of the deal though is I have to let him creampie me seven times. After just the first time I started being able to see people's auras so I knew it wasn't just some trick he was playing to get up the skirt of a hot goth girl. I've noticed changes like that every time since too, little things coming alive, stuff moving around to make room for other stuff, feeling more and more sensitive to both the seen and the unseen. He's boiling off more than just frustration doing this, and I'm holstering more than just his jizz.

I'm moaning now, crying out, making all the sex noises, I can't stop myself. Every time with him the sex seems to get better but I feel it less. This is... Goddamn it, I think this is actually the best I've ever been fucked. I'm thrusting my hips up to meet him, thrashing around on the bed, I can hardly breathe I'm so aroused. I should be in absolute ecstasy but I feel like I'm watching a video of myself I don't remember making. I can feel the changes that have been happening to my body getting angry again too. There's painful swelling in the bumps all around my back at the base of my spine, throbbing at front of my head, burning in my eyes... I'm never disconnected from pain like I am from pleasure. I can feel it all and it sucks. He told me this is expected so I'm not really worried. It only hurts while he's actually inside me and I'm getting close to coming.

Suddenly it's worse. All at once the pain is crueler than it's ever been. I'm screaming now, really screaming although whether it's from the pain or the pleasure I can't tell. Maybe both. Then I have the most bone-shaking, mind-melting orgasm of my life. Every nerve in my body is on fire. Something bursts and breaks on my back. I feel my skull splitting open, my skin crackling apart, my eyes feel like acid has been poured in them. He's thrusting into me as fast and deep as he can and I'm still coming so hard I have the crazy thought that I'm breaking apart from it. What the fuck is happening?! I feel like I'm going to bleed out and lose my mind at the same time. Everything gets hazy and red. I think I'm about to pass out.

But I don't pass out. He thrusts one last time, busts his nut deep in my pussy. I can feel it. I can feel everything more than ever before. I feel myself milking him for every last drop. I can feel every vein and bump on his shaft as he moves it more slowly inside me, finishing. I can feel exactly how much he's softening and how fast. I can feel how much of our fluids trail out of my body with his cock as he pulls it out, and how much stays inside me. I can feel his fingerprints on the inside of my ankle. I can feel every individual strand of the fishnet sleeves of my shirt where they touch my shoulders. I can feel every wrinkle on the sheet underneath my back. I gaze up at him. I'm utterly spent. Hardly able to move. I've never seen him smile before. It makes my stomach lurch.

I bring my hands down to touch the places on my head that felt like they were cracking open. I don't know at first what it is I feel. Something hard, like bone in a place where bone never was. Is my skull really broken open? I can feel my own touches though. There's skin, but it's covering something smooth and hard. Oh my fucking god they're horns. "What the FUCK did you do to me?!" I shriek at him.

"Just gave you more of what you came here for. More of what I've been giving you all along. I told you there would be physical changes as well as the other kinds. You said you were fine with that, as long as you can use the arcana to change them back once you're able to gather it. And that will be possible. Not even particularly difficult. But you're not there yet."

While he's talking I'm feeling my lower back. Something has come out of my body. It's long and sinuous. I sit up abruptly and look down. I'm red. I'm fucking red. Everywhere. And I have a tail the same color. That's what burst out of my spine when I came. I try giving it a flick. Moving it is as easy as moving my tongue.

If this is his idea of a prank I'll kill him, arcana or no. "Ok, funny ha ha I lolled. Now undo it. Or is it even real?"

"It's quite real. You can look in the mirror if you want. The changes come slowly until you reach a threshold, then they happen more or less all at once. There's no way to undo it. It's a deeper expression of your true nature."

I get up and go over to the mirror. Yup, I'm a full-blown demon now. Or a succubus. Something infernal-ish. Pointed horns, pointed ears... The glowing snake eyes are a nice touch. I also notice I'm slightly hotter, somehow my body is both more nubile and more tight. Good with the bad, I guess. "Ugh, fine, I look like this now. Let's just fuck again a couple of times and get this over with so I can go home looking normal."

"Oh, I'm not going to breed you anymore. That's done for now."

"You're... oh no. No no no. We have a deal! We both sealed the pact together. You can't just break it."

"The part of the pact about breeding only involved what you'd gain after I seeded you seven times. There was no timetable, no deadline, not anything requiring me to ever actually finish the job. So our pact is not broken, it's just suspended until I change my mind. I may fuck you bareback and come inside you again some day. If that happens twice more, you'll get everything you're due. But for the foreseeable future, it's not happening."

"So this is some attempt to make me your slave? You can't! That WAS in the pact. You can't bind me or force me to stay with you by any means, magical or mundane. Not before, during or after."

"Perish the thought! You're free to go. Walk out the door right now, never come back if you don't want to. I'm not keeping you here."

"I can't go out in public looking like this!!"

"Choosing not to do something isn't the same as being made unable to do it."

I turn in front of the mirror and look at my ass. My new tail is lashing angrily, which is difficult to stop. "How am I supposed to go to the supermarket? I'll get torn limb from limb!!"

"Probably. You wouldn't be the first. But that's hardly MY problem. However, since the sex just now was tolerably pleasant I'm feeling especially generous. So if for some reason you don't want to leave then I'll allow you to stay here, as long as you're willing to serve me. It's totally your choice, but you'll have to make it now because I won't extend the offer a second time. Be obedient and hard-working and I'm even willing to cast a glamour on you once in a while that will make you look like your old self. Only for short periods of course, such as when I send you out on errands. And none of this will be free. Or even cheap. You'll owe me for room and board, and tuition for the things you'll be learning from me, and to pay for the glamours I whip up for you. I will require payment in several forms other than just money, and I will not haggle. But if you truly desire it then our association can continue, as long as you are more useful than annoying to me. And if a time comes that I change my mind and decide to plow your furrow again, it'll be to your advantage to be near me when that happens, don't you think? We'll have a nice at-will arrangement. I can kick you out whenever I want, you can leave whenever you want, although of course you'll still be on the hook for any debts you may have run up with me."

"You planned all this, didn't you?"

"Of course I planned it you conceited, ignorant whelp. I couldn't know what the physical changes would be precisely, but as I said they're an expression of your inner nature. Therefore I knew they'd suit my purposes because you're quite deliciously loathsome. To be honest, I thought you'd end up too hideously ugly to want to show your face. So this worked out much better than I anticipated. You'll be a fine bit of eye candy to have around the place. Such a decorative piece of furniture."

My hatred for him in that moment was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I saw now how childlike my hatred for Ashlee was by comparison. That had been pure hatred from the heart, but this was from the heart, mind and soul. It was so intense that I felt like it would burn me to cinders. So I tried to use it. I broke through, I grasped for the arcana, felt it come to me. It was strong, eager, much more ravenous than what I'd held that first time. Easily powerful enough to kill him, or worse. But as I tried to draw it back through I felt it turn to sand and smoke and slip through my fingers. I was left with nothing.

He smiled at me again and it made me want to vomit. "As if I'd allow that in my own house. Now what do you say? Shall we talk price? I promise you I drive a hard bargain."