C3Verse: Community Story 

[Willing Domination/Succubus Story]  

WRC: White Rose Community 

 

*Disclaimer/Spoiler Alert: Contains Servitude, Light Punishment, and Frequent use of the Term Master by a Willing Person. This story is Explicit. 

 

*Note From the Author: "I highly recommend you read Part 1 first." 

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Friday, March 13th, 2015 (Continued), Time 19:46 

 

Boulder City, Colorado; Master James Blackwood's New House in The White Rose Community 

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Dahiri Blackwood, or Delilah as she preferred, literally flew up the stairs shouting behind her, "I love you Master. You are amazing." 

Her Master was indeed amazing. She loved her New Master so much.  

She still couldn't believe it.  

She had done it. 

She had gotten the best man she had gotten to know for the best 3 of her 74 years on this earth to become her Master. 

To her, the extremely young 20 year old boy was no longer James or Jimmy. He would forever be her Master. 

The Demons Inside Delilah's head whispered to her as they had always done. A never ending chorus inside every Succubi and Incubi head that Delilah often ignored when they tried to go against the good person she strived to be. 



The voices she allowed to speak were always a comfort to her in her times of solitude, and helped her sort through her thoughts.

'If only he was more willing to control you.'  

'He loves you too much for that.' 

'Master does love me.' 

She had been waiting for someone to command and control her for so long. Finally the day had come, and she felt so happy, but she wished her Master were more willing to be her Master. 

'But Master is too nice. He would never do that.' 

'You have all of eternity to help him.' 

'I want to serve him with everything I am.' 

'But right now, you have more pressing matters.' 

And that matter just knocked on her Master's new front door. 

As her Master now owned the house she had kept ready for him for three years, it and everything it contained was now his. Just as Delilah wanted. 

But as she was still connected to the magic that protected it, Delilah had sensed the three Community guards step onto her Master's property. 

They were here to take her Master away, as she wasn't supposed to be alone with a human after dark. By living in this community, she had bound herself not to take a human soul, and the guards were worried she would do that to her former friend, turned Master. 

But she couldn't do that to him anymore. In fact, she could never steal a person's soul again. She had freed herself from that obligation that every Succubi had to do. 

She glanced at a mirror near the front door to make sure she looked presentable in the dress she had made from nothing, before she opened it to reveal Eugene the Werewolf in human form, Jarlath the Vampire in a broad hat and red mirror sunglasses, and Trixie the seven-foot-three-inch tall and very muscular female cyclops. 

Trixie, who was one of Delilah's girl friends, or former friends, immediately smiled down at her. "Hey Delilah. How's it going? I heard you got engaged-" 

Jarlath interrupted, ever the very serious and straight-to-the-point vampire. "We are here to escort James Richard Dean Black safely out of the Community. You know you aren't supposed to have a human alone with you when the sun sets." 

Delilah felt stunned. "You know his name?" 

With Eugene being a full fledged werewolf, his teeth were all sharp, as well as his claws. What might make him look terrifiying to any human that could see through the fog protecting magical creatures, made him look like a nice dog-man to Delilah. He told her with the happiness of a puppy trying to tell it's master something it thought was important, "We do our research." 

Jarlath spoke in his smooth and always serious voice. "Where is James Black?" 

Delilah could tell he was suspicious of her. 

She sensed him before her Master arrived, walking towards them. 

At the sight of him, the three guards gasped, then immediately bowed in a short sign of respect for their mistake, able to sense the new shift in power that many magical near humans could feel. 

Her Master emanated power and always would wherever he went, even though he couldn't tell. He was now more powerful and important than he realized. 

The demons in her head whispered to Delilah again. 'But he would never use that power for evil.' 

'Master is perfect.' 

'He might be a little too innocent. How are you going to get him to do some of your desires?' 

Delilah was tempted to bow to him too, but knew that would upset her Master. The three guards were kinder than most people in the community. They would not be expecting her to bow for him whenever he graced her with his presence. 

'The presence you will desire forevermore.' 

Eugene spoke for them. "Forgive us Master Black-Blackwood." 

Delilah could see her Master was unhappy with being called Master and the new name he would have to possess as being her Master. 

'He will never accept his role.' 

'Master is too good.' 

'Did Trixie change her hairstyle again? She looks cute today.'  

'Master will never forgive you for what you did to him.' 

She argued with the demons, 'But he loves me.' 

The three guards also didn't know he was just going to be called Blackwood and not the usually hyphenated name. 

'Black-Blackwood is a stupid name.' 

And her Master didn't know Dellhah couldn't speak right now, as he hadn't given her his consent. 

He stared at her, and she finally sent her thoughts to him. 'I can't speak for you unless you let me.' 

He sighed, then told them, trying not to embarrass her, "It's just James Blackwood. You guys don't have to bow, and you can call me Jimmy." 

Eugene gave him a toothy grin as they rose. 

Delilah's Master was now one of the Elevated Humans, who were very small in number in this day and age as people didn't really care to pay attention to the world around them. These Humans had accepted the magical world, and it made the basic disillusionment of creatures and magic visible to them. Which is why Delilah's Master looked uncomfortable as he could now see the sharp teeth of the kind werewolf. 

Eugene tipped his head and said, "Very well Master Jimmy. You are welcome to stay in your own home, of course. We'll leave you alone with your succubus." 

With only a small nod of his large hat, Jarlath immediately turned and strode away, practically floating along Master's driveway, with Eugene following him like a dog-man.   

Trixie stayed and smiled at Delilah's Master. "Your Succubus Dahiri told me a lot about you Master Jimmy." 

He swallowed as he stared up at the very intimidating looking cyclops, then seemed to light up with an idea. "Delilah, could you introduce me to your friend." 

'He was getting good at this.' 

'Of course he is. Master is clever.' 

She smiled and said, "Yes Master."  

He frowned as she called him that, but Delilah couldn't call him something else yet in the presence of another person. 

"This is Trixie Turnwood. One of my former friends." 

He looked at her confused and then sighed, dropping all appearances he told Delilah, "You can still have friends. And you can speak freely to her and around her." 

Sighing in relief that she could still have other relationships, Delilah smiled and kissed the best Master one could wish for on the cheek. "Thanks, Jimmy." 

Delilah felt his contented emotion as he seemed to finally relax. 

Trixie gave them a wide grin. "So it seems like you were right, Delee. He really would be the best person to be your Master." 

Her Master turned to Delilah as he became amused and confused. "Did you know I was going to propose?" 

Trixie spoke to him before Delilah could explain herself, "Oh she really hoped you would one day, but by the next she was convinced you would leave her if you found out about her and what you would have to become. She knew you would hate being called 'Master' and whatnot." 

Her Master smiled up kindly at Trixie. Delilah sensed he was starting to like her. "So are you -" 

"A cyclops? Yep. But I don't eat people. I'm actually a vegetarian. Meat disagrees with me." 

Delilah clarified. "If Cyclops eat meat, it's actually kind of like a drug to them, and they go into a sort of weird frenzy with a sort of brain fog that makes them do some really dumb things." 

Her Master looked taken aback. "I see." 

Trixie smiled down at him. "As you humans say, 32 years sober. With never a drop of human blood." 

He tried not to look amused as he told her. "Congratulations... I guess." 

She smiled and held out one of her strong hands to shake his. "Congratulations, yourself. I hope it's a happy and long binding." 

Delilah didn't sense any pain from her Master, so she knew Trixie wasn't using her immense strength to crush his hand. Delilah knew firsthand how strong Trixie could be. 

'I wonder how Master would feel about doing a threesome with Trixie? She's really fun in bed.' 

'Best not ask him yet. You have time.' 

'If he would even want to. Or Trixie would even want to, for that matter. You don't sense any attraction to him from her.' 

Trixie turned back to Delilah, who sensed a slight  but controlled jealousy from her. "It's Friday. Are you going to the party? I know a certain someone who would be upset if you two didn't show now that you're bound." 

Delilah turned to her Master. 

'This won't end well.' 

'Master hates parties.' 

He seemed a little scared at the suggestion. "Party?" 

Delilah nodded. "Every Friday, one of the community members holds a massive... neighborhood get-together? It lasts sundown to sunup." 

"Do you really want to go?" He asked her. 

She glanced at Trixie, who blinked in a way that Delilah knew was her version of a wink with one side of her eyelid closing before the other. Trixie knew that he didn't really have to ask Delilah for her opinion. 

Turning back, Delilah smiled. "Well, Master..." She said that to remind him of his place. "Everything we do is up to you. What I want is irrelevant... but yes, I would like to go."  

He rolled his eyes before he took a deep breath. "I guess we're going to a party. But not too long. It's kind of been a long day." 

Trixie chuckled, though Delilah felt the hint of jealousy return. 

'She still likes you.' 

The cyclops said, "And I bet the two of you have some fun to catch up on. He is definitely the one for you, Delee. You better be nice to him. See you there." She started to walk away. "Nice to meet you Master Jimmy." 

Delilah closed the door, feeling anxious. "She was one of my best friends here." 

"You can still hang out with her if you want to. You can go on your own with her." 

Delilah sighed. "Jimmy, that's not how this -" 

"I don't care if this isn't how this is supposed to be. I want you to be happy with Dahiri. You... I... I command you to always tell me if you want to do or would love it if I did something." 

She smiled at how clever he was while also feeling his frustration towards her. "I would love it if you kept just calling me Delilah... unless you would like to call me something else." 

"Of course I like Delilah. I was just frustrated with -" Too late, he realized his mistake.  

'Master had been angry with me and now has to punish me.' 

'But Master loves me too much to want to hurt me.' 

She began solmnly, "Master-" 

He growled in frustration. "Seriously?" He stared at her, and she nodded. 

He sighed. "Fine. Your punishment is -" 

Just then, his phone started to ring. 

He sighed as he grabbed it and glanced at the screen. Delilah sensed his fear and anger rise. 

But her Master was really good at keeping control of his emotions as he said, "Sorry, it's my parents." 

"Master, you never have to -" 

"I will apologize if I want to, Delilah." He snapped at her, but then his face softned. "I'm sorry for getting angry with you... I love you, Delilah." 

'Master knew what I was going to say.' 

'Master loves me.' 

'But I hurt him.' 

He answered the phone. "Mom, how's it going?" 

Delilah had met some of his close family once when she was invited on last years family camping trip when they came down from Montana. She was able to sleep in the same tent with his sister Rachel, and the girls became friends. 

Mrs. Black was a very nice woman who loved her youngest son, often checking up on him or even calling Delilah to see how she was doing. Delilah really liked her and knew her Master wouldn't mind Delilah considering Daphne her mom. 

Delilah hadn't really talked much to Mr. Black, who was a businessman that was a few years away from retirement. He was kind of a jokester and loved making Delilah's Master, his youngest son, embarrassed. 

Delilah's enhanced hearing allowed her to hear their side of the conversation. 

Delilah's Master's mom Daphne asked, "Did she say yes?" 

While his dad, Richard, asked, "Did you sleep with her? Or are you staying at her house tonight?" 

Daphne shouted at her husband, "Rich. You can't just ask your son that." 

"What? He's a grown man. He's capable of making his own decisions." 

Delilah's Master became embarrassed as he answered his mom. "Yes. She said yes." 

His mom squealed as well as two other women, probably Delilah's Master's two sisters. 

Delilah recognized Rachel's voice from the squeal but had never met her Master's older sister Missy, who was 'too pretty to spend the night in a tent' as Rachel had put it. 

"Congratulations, honey. I'm so happy for you." His mom said. 

While his dad told him. "Wear a condom." 

Delilah's Master smacked his hand to his forehead, then turned to her with an obvious question on his face. 

'I wish I could do more than judge his thoughts.' Delilah desired.  

When she had finally been able to taste her Master's semen less than an hour ago, she had been able to read his thoughts and emotions. It had been the most amazing experience she had ever had, and she would always treasure that time. 

But then her Master entered her head and hated the feeling of her thoughts and memories. It had been her first time ever sharing herself with someone to that extent and wanted him to know how much she cared for him. She tried to focus on the best memories of him to show how she felt during those times. 

Especially the moment they had trulbecame friends when he had been so depressed she could sense his sorrow across their high school.  

'Master doesn't like you in his head.' 

'You know how much Master hates the idea of revealing all of himself to you.' 

Delilah whispered to her Master, "I can hear everything they say." 

She could tell he was trying not to let his frustration show again as he took a deep, shaky breath. 

"Well, mom. I've got to go. Delilah wants to tell some of her friends we're engaged. " 

Richard joked, "The old ball and chain got you early then." 

Delilah distinctly heard a smack from Richard's wife hitting him, while Delilah felt a twinge of sadness that she realized she had chained her Master to her, and was making him do something he didn't want to. 

'That's not how this is supposed to work.' 

Daphne said in a sweet voice. "Okay, honey. We want to come down to visit in two weeks to congratulate you two properly. Probably spending the weekend with you guys. We can talk more tomorrow. Bye!" 

"Bye mom. Love you." Delilah's Master immediately hung up the phone. While Delilah could sense his true love for his family, she also felt his fear and frustration at all going on right now. 

Then matters became worse when Delilah's former phone went off, notifying her that it had a message. 

She sighed knowing how much her Master would hate this and went to grab the phone from the purse in the foyer, before presenting it to her Master.  

"Your phone Master." 

He stared down at it. "What?" 

"What's mine is yours. I no longer have any possessions." 

"But..." He trailed off, his anger rising again.

"And I still need to be punished." She reminded him, knowing how much trouble she was causing him. 

'Master is angry with you, and it's only day one!' 

'What more will you do to hurt him?' 

He growled in frustration. "You may still have everything you had before, okay." 

'Master Loves me, but he is ignorant.' 

'Master needs to know his place.' 

"No. You need to control everything. That's how this works." 

He glared at her. "Whatever. We'll figure that all out later. But answer the phone." 

She opened it and told him. "It's from your sister Rachel. She said congratulations. How would you like me to respond Master?" 

He glared at her again. "Answer however you want Delilah." 

She spoke as she typed out what she said. " 'Thank you. I can't wait for us to be sisters.' Is that -" 

"Yes it's fine. Why is this so hard?" 

"Because you are a good person Jimmy. And you don't want to abuse anyone. Especially someone you love." 

He stared at her with a frown. 

'I wish I could tell what he was thinking. Then I could help him through this easier.' 

'But he doesn't like you in his head.' 

'And he is overwhelmed by what's in yours.' 

'He hated how you had sex with other people.' 

Her Master took her hands. Then gently pinched one of them. "That's your punishment." 

She smiled sadly and nodded, the feeling of needing the punishment vanishing as he didn't realize that every touch he meant to harm her even the smallest amount would burn painfully across her skin. 

He looked into her eyes with his beautiful ice Blue ones. "Delilah. This is really hard on me. But I want you to be happy." 

"Pleasing you and obeying you make me happy Jimmy. That's just who I am. It's in my DNA or whatever the Succubi equivalent is. I live to serve my Master." 

He frowned at her. "I don't want to be your Master." 

She sighed. "I know. But I want you to be. That's why I'm happy you accepted this. You don't want to be a demanding or evil person that controls me. That makes me happy... I'm sure we can figure this out." Smiling at him, she said her favorite words. "I love you Master." 

He gave her a sad smile in return. "Okay. You may keep your phone and don't have to ask my permission to use it. And you can talk to people for me. I don't really know what the ettiquite is here and I have a feeling if I mess up I might be in trouble." 

"No you won't. As a human you will be forgiven of your ignorance, but If you didn't know something very important about our ways, I might be in trouble for not educating you and you'd have to punish me." 

"Seriously?" 

She nodded. 

He rubbed a hand over his face. "I guess you have to teach me proper etiquette then." 

"Well lesson one is that some people here expect you to be my Master and treat me as a servant. Not an equal." 

"I thought everyone here was good?" 

"Nice and good aren't the same thing. Just because someone is a good person, doesn't mean they believe that the Master-Servant thing is wrong. It's expected. I know of an old lone witch that lives on the top of the hill who would expect me to be on a leash held by you, and beaten painfully for every misdeed I ever did while I begged for forgiveness for my misdeeds." 

Her Master looked horrified. 

She tried reassuring him, even though the thought of her on a leash held by him or beaten by him appealed to her on some weird level. "But that's just an old crazy woman's opinion and not what's expected." 

He shook his head. "This whole thing is crazy." 

"Well you bound yourself to me so this is the way things are." 

The look on his face made her heart fall. 

Stinging tears brimmed her eyes, as she sensed his regret. "Do you wish we weren't bound now?" 

He rubbed his face again. "I'm sorry Delilah-" 

"You don't need to apologize- 

He became angry again, and it was difficult for him to control it. "But I want to Fig it! I want us to be partners. That's why I wanted to Marry you. I know you want to please me and want to be mine or whatever, but I just want you. I want the things back the way they were when you were normal. When you didn't want me for a Master." 

She couldn't hold the tears back as her heart broke. She wanted him to be her Master more than anything in the world. 

When he saw them he came and held her face. "But I accepted this... binding thing, because I wanted to be with you and I really love you. You'll have to be patient while we figure it out. I will apologize to you if I Figgin want to. I don't want you to call me Master. And I want you to tell me how you feel about something... If you have to... be my servant... I want you to have your own opinions and tell me what they are. If you want to do something, tell me. If you want to spend some time alone or with some friends, tell me. I love you Delilah Blackwood. You may be mine, but I want to be yours too. Okay?" 

She nodded, wiping her purple tears away as his words calmed her. Then she gave him a wide smile. "I love you too Jimmy." 

"How long do we- you're just going to tell me we can stay at the party for as long as I want to huh?" 

She smile brightned. "You seem to be understanding the situation you are in." 

"So these parties really go sundown to sunup?" 

"Yes. Most of the people here are nocturnal or don't sleep at all." 

"Well I'm not like that. Do you even sleep?" 

"Nope. And neither do you." 

It took him a moment to understand what she just said and a look of startlement came across his face. "What?" 

"You don't really need sleep anymore. You can meditate or relax into a dreamlike state, but you will rarely need to sleep again unless you are truely exhausted. It's so I can be with you for every single moment of every day." 

She could see how much the idea of spending that much time with her bothered him so she said, "You can send me away if you want. Or even lock me in the dungeon for a month. But I don't want that. I want you. And the longer you are away from me, the longer you'll want me too." 

"I can't just have you with me everywhere. I have a job. And school." 

"A job you complain about. Medical billing office sounds really boring when we could spend time together doing whatever you wish. Plus you don't need a job anymore. You are filthy rich." 

"I don't want your money." 

Knowing how much it would hurt him, she still needed to tell him as she said, "It doesn't matter, it's already in your name. It's already yours." 

"How...?" 

"Magic. It's part of the Banking and BMCA agreement. Your name is on everything now as sole owner. This is your house filled with your stuff. The money and gold in your vault is in your name. The paperwork at the Bureau of Magical Creatures Affairs shows that this is yours. What's mine is literally and legally yours now and only yours. I own nothing. And I can never use your money." 

She summoned the purse she had used tonight and pulled out her former debit card to show him it now had his name on it while explaining, "It changed on its own." 

He looked at her, scared again. "I didn't want to steal all that from you." 

Getting frustrated herself, but trying not to get angry with him, she said firmly, "You didn't steal it, Jimmy. I let you have it. I want you to have it. Everything I am is yours for thousands of years. This is what I want. I chose you for this. I could have easily left you kneeling in the restaurant a few hours ago. You didn't make me do this, even though you easily could have with how much I care about you. I chose this life for you. Just please accept it and don't get angry with me. I know you don't want to punish me." 

He stared at her. "I think-"  

She conjured him up a Scotch in a glass, offering it to him. 

He looked at her suspiciously. "Are you sure you can't read my mind?"  

"I can't. And I can't lie remember? I just know you and can still read your emotions. It's part of my duty to know your every whim." 

He shook his head at her, before taking it and downing it in one go. 

He got a confused look on his face while looking at the glass. 

She smiled sheepishly. "I should probably tell you that it will take a lot more for you to get drunk now."  

She refilled it for him. 

He stared at the amber liquid. "Do you want one?" 

"Technically, I don't really need food. I never did, but ate to keep up appearances. Because we are bound." She gestured to the ring on his finger. "My Magic is stronger than ever and I don't need anything else except you." 

He smiled happily, making her heart fill with joy, before sipping his drink. "So what you are saying is, our love is so strong that you don't need to eat?" 

She giggled, happy he was joking again. "Something like that... but as per your wishes, I will say that I do enjoy human food and drink. I like eating and will still share meals with you if you want, or cook for you and sit by your side, or even feed you myself... So do you want to go to this party? We can just stay here and have sex."  

As she had been feeling his aroused state and could smell his pre-cum for the past little while, she knew how aroused he now was by her. She slid her hand into his pants and rubbed his rapidly growing erection. 

She could tell how embarrassed he was and she removed her hand, and felt guilty as she clarified, "When I said I needed nothing else besides you, I meant that I need you physically. I feed off of us having sex." 

"You're- You're not joking. That is crazy." 

"Crazier then a 74 year old demon girl who barely looks 19 with a friend who is a cyclops, living in a community of magical people?" 

He let out a deep sigh. "No..." 

She smiled as she read his emotion. "Did you just want me to have sex with you?" 

"Look, these pants are really tight now that you made me bigger. Your little tease didn't help me." 

She approached him sensually. "Do I need to help you with that... Master?" 

He swallowed but didn't stop her from stroking his dick through his pants. That's when she realized the change with their bond had such an effect on him that his body had grown outward and upward. He was probably two inches taller, and had much broader shoulders. His clothing really looked tight on him. 

But she ignored it for now and undid his belt, before freeing his constrained erection. 

As soon as she tasted his precum, his thoughts finally flowed into her again. 

'Why does this feel so good? She's really good at this. I want her to please me like this forever." 

She smiled as his innocence was slipping away. 

'Fig, can she read my thoughts- wait! Didn't she say every time we had sex we could read eachothers thoughts?' 

She nodded as she kept pleasing his dick, swirling her talented and thin tongue around it, before sticking it out from below him to lick his balls. 

She asked him in his head, 'Do you want me to stop the mind reading Master? It will happen every time my body tastes you. I already know most of your desires and ambitious, what's a little mind reading? It will serve me to please you more... I want to know everything about you. I want to know you Master. Please?' 

His thoughts swirled around his head. 'Should I do this? This is an invasion of privacy. Worse than if my mom had caught me watching porn like she did with Tommy.' 

Tommy was Jimmy's oldest brother. He was currently in jail for selling illegal drugs so Delilah had never met him. 

Delilah watched her Master's memory of when he had found out Tommy had been arrested. 

She continued to please her Master as his thoughts continued to race. 

'I guess it wouldn't really hurt anything if she could tell what I was thinking. I do want her to see how much I want her to be happy and be her own person. I just don't want the flood of thoughts from her yet. That was overwhelming. But I'll probably have to get used to it. I want to please her too. I never thought about how much I would want to have sex with her. And her vagina felt so good on my tongue. I can't believe how good she tastes... she could probably hear everything I was thinking about anyway.' 

She smiled again, pulling away to slide her thin tongue through the slit in his urethra. 

He shivered before he smiled awkwardly at her. "I guess you can keep reading my mind." 

He added in his head. 'Just please keep the 'Master' stuff to a minimum. Okay?" 

"Yes Jimmy." She said before she took his whole length inside her mouth and throat. 

It was so much better now that it was almost twice as long as it had been. 

Her saliva was enough to let it slide into her as she used her mouth to press against it, reading his feelings of what he liked the best as she continued to explore ways of pleasing his inexperienced sexual organ. 

Finally he orgasmed and she drank his magically changed nectar. 

She bowed low while still on her knees, saying, "Thank you for your gift." 

'She's just teasing me now.' She heard him think. 

She chuckled and stood up. "Maybe I was teasing you a little." 

'Why does she have to do that. Can't she just pretend we-' 

He interrupted his own thoughts saying, "Can't you just let me speak for myself instead of reading my thoughts like that? I guess it's okay for you to read them, but I don't want to just be mind read without being able to speak." 

She nodded. "If you want, I could teach you to control your mind better. But that could take years to master." 

"Years!? But... but I guess we'll have time to do that then." 

His thoughts said, 'I wonder how rich she is. It would be nice to not have to worry about a job.' 

She told him, "I'm not rich Master. You are. You have a few hundreds of millions of dollars at your disposal to do whatever you want. And I could easily get more." 

As he wondered if she would just make it out of air, she told him. "Legally obtain it. It is forbidden to counterfeit any form of human currency." 

As he stared at her in shock, he thought to himself, 'I guess I can quit my job... I think she would love that.' 

She smiled before kissing him. 

His thoughts spoke directly to her, 'I really like kissing you crazy demon girl.' 

She sent her thoughts to him. 'I know. I like kissing you too Master... sorry my thoughts are harder to control on that part. In my head you are my Master. But you are a kind and merciful one. I use Master endearingly.' 

Her tongue teased his lips as he thought to her, 'I like having conversations while we make out.' 

'Me too. Is it okay if I keep sending thoughts your way?' 

'Just as long as it's not a flood of maddness inducing emotions and whatnot.' 

'Thank you Master-Jimmy. I live to serve and pleasure you.' 

She smiled as he thought about how fun it would be to tie her up and make her beg for his pleasure. 

He broke away embarrassed. "I guess you saw that." 

"Yes... but it looks like fun. I would love to do that for you... I also see you want me to tie you up as well." 

She let him ask aloud, "How would that work if I'm your Master?" 

"It's just something to please you. You allow me to tie you up and have my way with you, but I can never gag you, go too far, or do anything to hurt you. You always have to be able to tell me what to do incase you want me to free you or something." 

He nodded and was about to pull his pants up, when she bent and did it for him. 

He shook his head at her. "You know I can do things for myself. I don't really want you to serve me in everything." 

"Thanks for saying that, but I want to serve you. Plus I'm the one that did this so it's only fair I return it." 

"Could you..." He trailed off looking at his bulge in the tighter pants. 

She read his thoughts. "Make your clothes bigger so you can fit in them better?" She frowned. "I actually don't know how to do that yet. I can make clothes out of thin air, but it would be a little trickier to alter something I didn't make. Would you like me to make you some new clothes instead?" 

He shrugged. "If you want." 

She hesitated before she asked, "I can read what you want to wear if you think about it, or would you like me to pick for you?" 

He smiled. "Why don't you pick. Just nothing too crazy." 

"Okay. But then you can pick what I wear for me. Just think about it and I'll take care of it. I can look almost exactly how you want. The first thing that comes into your head." 

He smiled. She could tell how happy he was that they were doing something equal together. 

"Deal." 

'He will soon learn to regret saying that word to me.' 

____ 

Jimmy was regretting his bargain right now as he walked down the street with his Demon-Girl-Fiancée following him. 

He didn't know what was worse: The clothes he was wearing, or the clothes she insisted on wearing because they were the first thing that came from his head in a moment of weakness. 

His new clothes consisted of a well tailored dark durple Tuxedo, a lighter purple button up, very dark purple shiny leather dress shoes, and a purple and orange swirly bow tie. 

He knew purple was Delilah's favorite color well before they even started dating, but this was a little over the top. 

Her outfit on the other hand, came out of a picture of some TV show about sex where they wear leather, latex, and ridiculously revealing clothes. He'd never seen the show, but a trailer with the costume in it had left an impression. 

The black leather skirt barely covered her groin as it hugged the fishnet bodysuit that covered everything from her neck, to her palms with a thumb hole, to her feet. The strappy black leather bra she wore covered most of her breasts, but still showed off a lot of her cleavage. Her knee high leather boots rose her height at least seven inches so now she was two inches taller than him, unless you counted the black with purple tipped horns that came out of her now completely purple hair with dark orange tips. 

That hadn't really been the hair in the show, he just hadn't remembered the makeup when he pictured her wearing this and had allowed her to do her hair however she wanted since it wasn't part of the deal to think up eachother's clothes. 

Her wings and tail poked through the back of the bodysuit, and she was forced to accessorize with black leather arm bands, a black chain necklace, and a choker with a chain leading to his hand. 

"Please can we get rid of this?" He finally begged her. 

She smiled. "Okay. I've had my fun. But unfortunately for you, I still can't get rid of the rest of the costume. We made a deal. You are very lucky the chain doesn't count as clothing." 

The chain in his hand melted into nothingness. 

He should have known better than to make a deal with a succubus, but he didn't even realize that's what had happened. Somehow, he let her pick what he wore, while she had to wear the first thing that popped into his head. Even if he really didn't want her wearing it.  

And there was no way he could break the deal unless he punished her for making a bargain in the first place.  

She would have been punished for his mistake. 

He kind of figured that she made his suit this way so that he would remember how bad it was to make a deal with her. 

Jimmy let her walk next to him and told her, "Thank you for getting rid of the chain. Can we pretend to be a normal couple?" 

"We are a normal couple Jimmy. A normal Human Succubus couple. This is how the relationship is supposed to work." 

She took his arm to kiss his cheek with her black lipstick. 

Smiling as she read his mind again, she told him, "No there isn't a kiss mark on you now. Unless you want one?" 

"No thank you. I don't really care for the black." 

She smiled and her lipstick changed to a lighter purple. "Is this better?" 

"I guess. Are you sure you are okay wearing that?" 

All the time he had been with Delilah, she had never worn something this revealing before. But as some of her memories came back to him, he realized she wore stuff like this all the time. 

She grinned excitedly and said, "Yes. I love this costume. Do you find these clothes pleasing?" 

He pressed his lips in embarrassment and just let his thoughts tell her how hot she looked. 

Hugging his arm tighter she said, "Good. Are you sure you are up for this? We really don't have to go tonight."  

One of of her purple claws began gently stroking his arm, sending shivers down his spine. 

"I'm sure... I'm not going to be eaten or attacked right?" 

"No. As a human, people who are part of these communities aren't supposed to do anything to you unless provoked. But outside the community, as The Lord of a Succubus you are untouchable. If anyone even treats you with disrespect it is frowned upon as you were able to make one your servant." 

Before he could argue, she told him, "You didn't make me do this. I'm one of the lucky ones that choose this for myself. But the magical people probably wouldn't understand that. They will just see you as the Master you are, and wouldn't be allowed to lay hands on you without your express permission." 

"What happens if they do?" 

She swallowed. "The same thing that happens if someone forces themself upon you without your consent. I must protect you at all costs." 

He stared at her. 'Does she mean...' it didn't even bare thinking about. 

But she read his thought anyway and said, "Yes. If it becomes necessary, I will kill someone for you Master." 

He sighed and said, "I should have read that Manual." 

Once again the thin, but large and heavy book appeared in front of him in a ring of swirling purple, summoned by his accidental request. The Manual that supposedly told him what their contract entailed. 

He sighed in mild frustration at forcing her to get it for him inadvertently. "I didn't mean read it now." 

It vanished in another purple ring. 

Frowning, she told him, "Sorry. But yes you should read it. It'll help you control me better so I can serve you." 

"Are you teasing me again?" He asked as they approached a house with heavy and dark music playing from it's backyard lit by strange wavering candlelight. 

"Yes. Kind of. I do want to serve you and I think that might make you more confident to tell me what to do. I live for you James." 

He really wished it wasn't like this. 

But for Delilah's sake, he tried not to consider this a mistake. He really loved her, and let that wash away the fear of having to practically own her and feel responsible for her. 

They approached a cloaked figure standing before an open gate of an older style mansion much bigger than Delilah's house. 

"Your house Master." She reminded him, reading his impressed thoughts of the dark stone house. 

He sighed again, but refused to argue with her right now about it. He knew she could tell how much he hated stealing it from her. 

As the hooded figure turned the dark opening of it's black cloak towards him, Jimmy felt an odd sensation wash over him, like he was suddenly in cold water, but a magical word from Delilah made it vanish. 

The cloaked figure seemed to nod to Jimmy and turned away, but it still felt like its eyes followed Jimmy as they walked past it. 

He was about to say something when she said, "Not..." 

Now it was her turn to sigh in frustration, but he didn't say anything despite being confused at what had just happened. 

As they continued down the candle lit driveway next to a hedge, there was a break and Delilah held out her hand, directing him to the arched opening. 

He stepped through the arch and found that he was in a hedge maze with a three inch blanket of thick fog on the ground. 

Delilah bowed her head in shame. "Forgive me Master for interrupting you and preventing you from speaking." 

As he realized that she had done that, he also realized he was going to have to punish her. 

Again. 

'She can't even tell me to be quiet.' 

He was about to get mad at her for acting like this when he realized they were in public and needed to act properly so that Delilah wouldn't get in trouble.  

Even though her face was downturned, he could see she was smirking at him having figured that out. 

He glanced at his smartwatch that held a timer telling him he had about 25 minutes left of her reading his mind. 

Trying to sound confident, but hating having to put her through this again he said, "Well Delilah. I suppose I should punish you then." 

He really hated this. He didn't want to have to discipline his fiancée in public. 

Praying that there were no more incidents, he went closer to her. 

'It's going to have to be worse than a pinch.' She said into his mind, head still down turned. She then suggested, 'You may slap me, if you wish.' 

"What?" 

'You may slap me. I know there are people watching us right now but I don't know who. I promise I can take it. Please slap me!' 

He sighed and slapped her across the cheek. He knew he needed to make it look good, but he didn't try very hard. 

At least it was loud as it echoed on the dense hedge maze. 

He thrust his thoughts at her. 'Are you okay?' 

She responded likewise. 'If I might say so... that was pathetic.' 

'I didn't want to hurt you.' 

She finally looked up at him. 'I'm really fine. I can take quite the punishment. You may need to try harder if I make another mistake. Plus that was kind of a turn on.' 

He groaned inwardly, then held out his arm. 

She spoke aloud. "Master, I do not deserve your kindness." 

He was starting to regret coming here and they hadn't even met anyone yet. "You will soon be my bride. I demand that you take my arm when I offer it to you." 

He saw her bite her lip with her fangs to withhold her smile at his response before she took his arm. 

'Nice one. You are very Clever Master.' She thought at him. 

Together they walked out into the driveway again and headed towards the dark and pounding music. 

____ 

If Jimmy thought his outfit was ridiculous or Delilah's was too revealing, he was not prepared to be part of the group that mingled about. 

The people were all shapes and sizes and they all varied in looks from spoiled rich to drastically dark and elegant. 

There was very little color and it was only worn by very few people. 

At least some of them looked like people, while others didn't appear remotely human like the large and slimey frog like creature swimming past some naked or barely clothed merfolk in the swimming pool. Or the male figure in a top hat and suitcoat that belonged in the 1800s, who was easily nine feet tall with dark wood skin and a beard made of leaves. 

Some looked near human like the couple that floated lazily over the pool with opaque bodies that were probably ghosts. Or the woman with slick black fur on her body that looked like a cat. Or the group of people who flew on wings that shimmered like stars in the moonlight while being about one foot tall. 

Then there were the people that he would never look twice at except for the refined and expensive clothing that they all seemed to wear.  

Or not wear as he avoided gazing at some people who wore what could hardly be called clothing. 

All in all, there were well over 100 people there. 

Some signal must have occured because, as one, they all turned to face him and the music stopped. 

He felt Delilah stiffen in his arm. 

'May I introduce you Master?... Quickly.' She thought in his head and he gave her an affirmative answer. 

She broke away, turned to him, and bowed low before shouting, "May I present Lord and Master James Blackwood." 

She leaned up and the music began again with most of the crowd turning away. 

But most stared at him with every expression from curiosity, to amusement, and to outright disdain. 

Jimmy offered his Fiancée his arm and she immediately took it as he had commanded her to. Even though he could somehow tell she desired to walk behind him. 

'This is awkward.' He thought at her. 

'You haven't even started mingling yet. Give me the word Master and we can get out of here.' 

A dark skinned woman of around 40 with two others in tow that almost looked exactly like her, approached wearing shiny black dresses and variations of the same pure white hair. 

She spoke in an accented voice Jimmy couldn't place. "Master James and his servant Dahiri. Good to have you join us." 

It took a moment for Jimmy to realize the women approaching were wearing completely sheer dresses with their beautiful naked bodies on display under the fabric. 

He tried not to stare downward as the middle woman came near and she offered her hand. 

Jimmy remembered Delilah telling him that as her Master, most people would see if he would allow them to shake his hand. So this gesture surprised him, but pleased him that someone initiated it first. 

However, Delilah had also warned him if they were a siren, he should not even look at them directly, and avoid bumping into them. 

No warning from her came as she released his arm, so Jimmy took the offered hand. He felt a cold trickle across his skin where mysterious, yet beautiful woman held it. 

She smiled kindly and released him. "I am Mother Maxibeth and these are my two sisters: Sister Masnibeth and Sister Macribeth." 

He said politely, "Jimmy please, Mother Maxibeth." 

He figured this was the witch coven Delilah had mentioned to him and realized he had just shaken hands with a real witch. 

The thought excited him, as well as made him more cautious of her. 

Her smile brightned. "Very well then Master Jimmy. It is a pleasure to have you at my party. We haven't had a new guest in... well it's probably been since we had your little pet join us three years ago." 

He almost asked 'pet?' When he realized she was referring to Delilah. 

Jimmy looked at his fiancée to see she had downturned eyes again, clearly embarrassed for him. 

'I don't mind being called your pet, Master.' She told him in his head while he felt her excitement at being called that. 

Turning back to the imposing woman he asked, "So is it you I have to thank for teaching Delilah spellcraft?" 

She smiled. "Yes indeed. I was quite pleased with her as a student. It is a shame to lose her, but there is nothing wrong to lose her to such a handsome man such as you." 

He gave a fake Laugh and joked, "Well I've had some work done recently." 

"Yes, I bet. I can see the elevation has done you well." Mother Maxibeth said with a knowing smile. 

He thought quickly to Delilah. 'What does she mean she lost you.' 

'I can't learn magic from her anymore.' 

'What? What about being your own person. Can you still learn from her if I want you to?' 

'You can ask her, she's cool.' 

He smiled to the witch. "If it's agreeable to you Mother Maxibeth, I think I could send Delilah for more lessons. Not that she's bad or anything, just so she could learn even more. I loved magic long before I even knew it was real, and want to see more from my future wife." 

He immediately wondered if he said something wrong as the woman raised a thin white eyebrow and stared him down. 

After a moment she asked, "Master Jimmy, may we speak in private?"  

Delilah told him, 'She knows I never leave your side. She would have asked you politely to send me away.' 

'Am I in trouble?' 

'I don't think so. But she can be unpredictable sometimes. Be nice, but keep your guard up.' 

He smiled and told the woman as tall as he was, "Of course." 

She held out her arm and he took it, his skin feeling strangely cold again, but not unpleasant. Together they walked with her towards the house, leaving the other sisters, Delilah following closely behind. 

People stared and whispered as they passed, but none approached or blocked their way. 

They reached the back doors of the mansion which opened and closed without help behind the three of them. Then there was a sound like the wind and every window became blacked out. 

They were standing in a dining room with a massive circle table and 13 ornate chairs around it. A round chandelier almost as wide as the table was lit with candles.  

It took him a moment to realize the candles were electric and it made him smile. 'Not everyone here lives in the dark ages.' 

Two of the chairs slid out on their own, and Mother Maxibeth took one, offering Jimmy the other. 

He took the seat feeling awkward for Delilah who stepped into place behind him, and stared at the face of the witch. Her eyes had seemed black outside, but now he noticed they were midnight blue. 

She tucked a strand of white hair behind her head as she stared him up and down. 

"Why did you chose the ring Master James Blackwood?" 

"What do you mean?" he asked and Delilah stiffened beside him. 

"You could have picked anything to give her as a mark to show everyone she was yours: a necklace, a brand or tattoo, a collar with a chain... but you chose the ring. Something more subtle than what usually happens when a Master takes a Succubi." 

"I gave it to her..." He hesitated, not sure how to respond if it might get Delilah in trouble. 

Mother Maxibeth offered, "Because you want to marry her and truly love her?" 

Jimmy swallowed, before nodding nervously. 

"Master James. May I test your blood?" 

He immediately turned to Delilah who looked embarrassed again. 

Mother Maxibeth laughed. "No need to be frightened dear, I just wish to see your worth. All I need is a prick with a wooden needle and then you may have your sweet servant destroy it." 

Delilah spoke in his head. 'If she kept it, that would be an issue with her having a sample of your blood, but If I destroy it you should be fine. She can't read your thoughts or anything. It's just a test of who you are as a person and to see your heart. Nothing bad should happen. If you don't want to do it, she can't make you, but things might get awkward. I feel reasonable safe doing this.' 

'Can you even fight her off if necessary?' He wondered. 

'Personally, no. I'm not knowledgeable in magic enough to duel her. I never learned much fighting stuff. But with you commanding me what to do, I could easily defeat her.' 

'What does that mean?' 

'It's complicated. I'll tell you later.' 

Turning back, he agreed. "Very well Mother Maxibeth." 

She held out one hand and what looked like a wooden sewing needle appeared in the other.  

He tentatively placed his hand in hers and she smiled at him, before she pricked one of his fingers. 

She let go and licked the blood from the needle, seeming to savor the taste. 

The witch offered him the needle very deliberately and Delilah conjured a very hot purple flame in her palm. 

He took the needle and tossed it in the fire which disintegrated it. 

Mother Maxibeth stared into his eyes a long time and said, "Your servant may heal you if you wish." 

He offered his hand to Delilah who seemed suspicious before she licked him with her tongue, healing his wound. 

Mother Maxibeth stared at him, then asked, "May I speak freely with your servant Master Jimmy?" 

"I guess." He wasn't sure what was going to happen. 

Finally Mother Maxibeth looked at Delilah and smiled. "Congratulations on finding a good human." 

Visibly relaxing, Delilah smiled, but didn't speak. 

"Delilah, you can talk freely too." He said, freeing her from her silence. 

Delilah kissed him on the cheek before she said, "Thanks Maxi. I think I did a good job with him. He's still trying to figure out the whole 'Master thing'. But he means me no harm." 

"Well that is excellent then." She turned back to him. "Relax Jimmy- I can call you Jimmy right?" 

"Yes please." He said finally mostly comfortable with the witch. Though he had to be careful where to look with the very sheer dress that was worse in the light of the dining room. 

"Jimmy. Do you know what a Tutisari is?" 

Delilah gasped. 

Jimmy glanced at her to see her look at him with an amazed and excited expression, then he turned back at the witch. "No Mother Maxibeth." 

She smiled. "You may call me Maxi in present company if I can speak and teach Delilah freely with your permission." 

"Okay Maxi." 

"A Tutisari comes from Latin meaning 'to be protected'. It is a very rare type of human that cannot be personally effected by magic. You must be pure of heart to have this ability, and it hasn't been seen in living Human Memory." 

"What about all the things I couldn't see before now? I couldn't see Delilah's wings, horns, eyes, teeth, and whatnot." 

"That is very old magic that can't effect you personally. It just effected the appearance of those it protects. It didn't really have anything to do with you. But you, you personally can't be effected by magic cast on you. Did Delilah try and remove her ability to charm you?" 

He wasn't sure how to answer because he knew she wasn't supposed to have done that without his permission. She wasn't supposed to cast any spell on a human unless they assaulted her in some way, or asked for it first. He had seen that first hand in some of her memories. 

Delilah responded for him. "I did." 

Maxi smiled. "She needn't have bothered. You were never effected by her charms." 

Somehow he sensed Delilah's joy.  

'That meant this whole time I loved her just because of her natural beauty and personality. Not because she was a Succubi exuding some kind of spell of attraction.' The thought made him happy too. 

'Wait, does this mean we could have been kissing the whole time!?' He asked her but she didn't respond.  

"What about the healing Magic?" He asked Maxibeth skeptically as Delilah just had healed his wound. 

"Healing is protector magic. It can effect you because you are both of the same class of spell. Shield charms, Healing, Renewal, these can all be preformed on you." 

"And the coldness of the hooded guy outside your house?" 

MMaibeth looked at him amused. "The Cloaked Ones are guardians. All you felt was a chill from their gaze. They couldn't do more to you than shield you from entering somewhere." 

He swallowed. "What about the change to my body and this ring? And what about the-" 

He immediately stopped talking realizing he didn't know how much Mother Maxine really knew about the Succubi ways and rituals. 

"Well the Elevation is part of renewal. Makes you better than you were before. As for the soul ring... I don't know, but it could possibly be removed." 

He felt Delilah stiffen beside him. 

She whispered quietly in his head. 'I'm so sorry Master.' 

He was filled with trepidation as he asked, "What do you mean soul ring?" 

"The ring with Delilah's soul inside of it of course." 

He looked down at the black ring with the purple gemstone surrounded by the six orange smaller gems that adorned his finger.  

Immediately he could sense the soul inside of the ring.  

He sensed her.  

He could feel her and the fear and shame she now had.  

When she had told him earlier this night that she would give him her soul, he never expected a physical appearance of it. 

She fell to her knees and cried her strange purple tears. "Forgive me master. I knew if I told you you would forever hold my soul, that you would never wish to bond with me. Instead of me taking your soul, I gave you mine. You hold me on your finger. My whole being." 

He stared in horror down at the purple gemstone, wanting to fling the ring away, but terrified of hurting her carelessly. 

He turned to Mother Maxibeth who looked uncomfortable as she said, "I know how innocent you are James Blackwood. I know you do not wish to hurt the girl you want to marry. But our ways are not the human ways. You must punish her for deceiving you." 

Jimmy stared down at the ring appalled with himself. 

He had never tried taking it off after Delilah told him it would never leave his finger. But the temptation to try now weighed upon him. 

But that could wait. 

He felt hurt she betrayed him and raised his hand. 

But he couldn't do it. 

Delilah looked up at him. "Master, Please." 

Then a thought struck him. 

"Delilah stand up." He demanded. 

She immediately obeyed. 

"Your punishment is that you may no longer call or think of me as Master." 

Both women gasped.  

Delilah said, "But-" and she shuddered. 

Jimmy instantly regretted what he had done. 

He turned to Mother Maxibeth who looked taken aback. 

He asked the witch. "May I have a moment alone with Delilah." 

She smiled and nodded. "She is still your servant. But this is quite the turn for her. I know you mean well though. I'll be outside if you need me." 

She left them alone. 

Delilah looked scared of him as he approached her.  

"Don't move." He demanded and she froze. Literally froze, unable to even blink. "Sorry, poor choice of words. You can move but don't say anything or try and stop me." 

She nodded, now looking confused. 

Hesitating, he got down on his knees in front of her, before he gently lifted her skirt, then pulled down her panties, before he bent between her legs to lick her moist lips in the bodysuits open crotch. 

She gasped and soon juices began seeping out of her. 

Once they touched his tongue, he had her. 

And he fell back as she screamed in his head in agony. 

'What did you do to me?' She demanded with her thoughts. 

'I hated being called your master. I put an end to it.' 

She started to glare at him. "I can't read your thoughts anymore 'Jimmy'." She spat out his name. 

"Look I'm sorry, but I hated being called that by you. You needed to be punished and I did so." 

She was crying again, but her purple slitted eyes were filled with fear as well as the purple tears. "But I never thought you wanted to punish me." 

"I don't! I love you Delilah! I don't want to be your Master. I want to be your husband. Your friend. Not the person that owns you. I may not know your ways, but this is mine. It is wrong to own someone. I don't know how to stop you from being my servant, but I don't want to be your full master either." 

She stared at him, clearly hurt. "But why? What was wrong with that? I was happy. I wanted you to be... be that for me."  

She was crying in full force now as he could read her emotions of how much this affected her. Her mind was in chaos as she tried to use the one word in her head, but kept failing. 

Her thoughts threatened to overwhelm him until she focused only on him, calming the rage of ocean her thoughts nearly drowned him in. 

He thought to himself, 'She was still trying to help me. I hurt her, and she still is protecting me.' 

"I'm sorry Delilah... I don't know what to do. I can see this was wrong... Can I take back my punishment?" 

She sighed. "Only if you want to replace it with an equal or worse one. Normally it would end on it's own, but you didn't set a time limit on it. Slapping me once as hard as you want wouldn't be enough this time." 

He thought hard and fast as her words terrified him. He had no desire to hurt her further, and was surprised that despite this, he could still see how much she loved him. How excited she was to spend her life with him for every second of every day. 

Her soul had told him this. 

Then he had an idea and hoped it was enough. "Fine. Your new punishment is you have to stay here and be without me for the duration of the party. I'm going back to your house. Don't return to me until the sun comes up or I want you back. Mingle and have fun." 

A new pain and shock washed over her, but it began to lessen as she saw this was better than the other punishment. He also somehow could tell this filled the demand to be punished.  

'She really did hate the thought of being away from me.' 

Delilah spoke softly. "Very well... Jimmy." 

But in her head, he heard her say. 

'Thank you Master.' 

"May I have your key?" He asked. 

"No. I don't normally carry one. The gate and doors will open automatically for you now. It is your house and magically bound to you." 

"Oh." 

She came closer to him and bowed. "I'm sorry Jimmy." 

'Master.' Her thoughts whispered to him. 

"I'm sorry too Delilah. I was just frustrated and overwhelmed with everything happening so fast. I'm so sorry I got mad at you." 

She was about to speak, but he got there first. 

He sighed. "It's okay Delilah." He lifted her chin and she moved her pretty purple downturned eyes up at him. "I love you. I really, truly love you." 

She finally smiled. "I love you too Jimmy." 

'Master.' 

Then he kissed her. 

He felt her content emotions, ignoring the words running through her head. 

"Good bye. Please be careful and have fun." 

She nodded. "I will Jimmy." 

'Master.' 

As he pulled away to leave, her hand tried to hold his for as long as possible. 

____ 

Jimmy had to ignore all her emotions and thoughts as he left the house through the front door, trying to avoid meeting anyone. 

He failed. 

"You are a bold one James Blackwood." 

He jumped and saw Mother Maxibeth sitting on her porch drinking a glass of what he thought might be wine, but it smoked eerily in the dim light. 

She gestured to the chair next to her. 

He didn't feel like he had much of a choice as he sat down. 

"So Jimmy. Why did you do that?" 

"I don't want to be her Master." 

She smiled. "Knew it had to be something stupid and noble... is it really wrong to want to be owned by someone?" 

"It..." Jimmy didn't know how to answer that.  

It felt wrong to own a person, but Delilah was the one who offered herself up to him. It was no different than him willing to give her everything he was. 

Even now, he could sense her longing for him. Longing to be there and follow his every wish. 

He knew it wasn't some magic that made him wish to be with her. It had been two minutes and he already missed her. He was glad she didn't know this for fear of how much it would hurt her to know that. 

"Jimmy, this is how she is, how she was made. By taking away her abilty to call you Master, it would be like taking away your ability to say: 'I love you' or even her very name. That wasn't very smart was it?" 

He was staring at the white roses that bloomed along the porch. "No, not really. I just don't want her to be a slave." 

"She knows that. But she is lucky. Do you think she wants to steal human's souls away? You are her only shot to stop that. Either she finds a Master to serve for her time on earth, or she serves the Dark One to bring him souls." 

"You mean the devil?" He asked her skeptically, looking into Mother Maxibeth's dark eyes. 

"Call him what you want. He is still very real and very evil. Every Succubi was created originally to serve him. Some turn away from it later and try and bring him souls of those that deserve damnation, like Delilah's Aunt does. But only a handful are able to break free and try and serve someone else. When she calls you Master, she is essentially saying: 'I love you more than life itself'. 'I love you and serve you so I don't have to serve him'." 

Jimmy was dumbfounded by what Maxibeth had told him. He sort of believed in some Devine Creator, but as his world views kept changing as his eyes were opened to the vast and magical world around him, he was starting to question everything he knew.  

He suddenly realized why Delilah thought she was born evil.  

Maxibeth asked, "Did she tell you how to break the bond you now share?" 

"No." 

She stared at him for a long moment before she told him, "You have to slay her soul by destroying that ring on your finger." 

They both looked down at the glowing purple gem that swirled slightly in the very dim light. 

Somehow, He knew exactly where Delilah was without even thinking too hard about it. 

Right now her thoughts were filled with him, how much he had hurt her, how much he had rescued her by allowing her to have a different punishment that she semi-enjoyed even though it hurt her more than he could fathom to be away from him. How much he was going to hate himself for having to punish her tonight for her getting mad at him. 

And she was also thinking of Trixie the Cyclops that was trying to cheer Delilah up with a joke about how dumb he was as a human. 

To which Delilah defended him despite Jimmy agreeing with how stupid he was. 

"Can you take it off?" Mother Maxibeth asked. 

He hesitated.  

"Look Jimmy, I really care about Delilah. She's like a sister to me, and that means more for witches than it does Humans. Per our law, she could never join a coven in name as a Succubi, but let me tell you, I would rather have her then Macribeth. Harbinger, she's a terrible witch. But I can't, no matter how much I wish I could." 

He somehow knew she was telling the truth. 

She must have read his face as she told him, "A Tutisari can sometimes sense the intentions of others. Kind of like, know good from evil. It's probably why you trusted Delilah when she revealed herself. How long have you known her?" 

"Three years. But I only found out she was a succubus a few hours ago." 

"You moved pretty quickly. But that's because you trust her." 

He nodded. 

"I trust you with her Jimmy. I know you won't do anything to hurt her." 

He nodded then gently took the ring, and started to slide it off his finger. 

It came off easily, but he immediately heard Delilah's thoughts of dread.  

She could sense something was off. 

He slipped back the ring on as she reached out to him. 'Master, are you okay?' 

"She knew something happened." He told Maxi. "I don't know how to send her back my thoughts." 

"It's a little complicated, but you can do something  else. Whisper her name into the ring and tell her: 'You are fine for the moment and there is nothing to worry about.' She won't hear your words, but she will get the meaning. Word for word please. 'Fine for the moment.' That's important." 

He stared at the ring and did as she asked. 

Delilah instantly relaxed. 

Maxibeth smiled to him and said, "Very good. You just gave her her first soul command." 

"What's that?" 

The wise witch Jimmy was starting to trust, sighed before she told him. "Every command you give her she must obey to the best of her abilities, but she may chose not to with the consequence of punishment. But if you command her soul, you can warp her being to your will and she will never understand or know what happened. That's why I said 'fine for the moment.' Otherwise you might always be 'fine' to her forever. If you wanted to, you could command her to believe she is a human and live a long and happy life together with her never knowing about this." 

He stared at the witch, appalled by the suggestion. "I would never do that." 

She smiled. "I know, which is why I told you. I was trying to let you see what you are now capable of. Be careful with your power Jimmy Blackwood. Not many could ever dream of what you now weild. You have become the most powerful being in this community, which makes you a very dangerous man." She rose from her chair and smiled to him. "And you don't even know how or why. I am not the one to tell you. But I will say, I trust you with it more than I would trust myself. What will you do now?" 

Clearly their conversation was over, despite all the millions of questions he had. "Go back to her place and read the figging Manual." 

"Manual?" 

"She gave me a Manual of how to control her, and what the contract says that binds us together." 

The witch chuckled. "She was always a smart girl." She started to walk away, but paused. "Did you fix your mistake and give her a different punishment? Is that why she isn't with you?" 

"Ya, I told her she had to stay here away from me until the sun goes up. And that she has to have fun." 

Maxi smiled. "And she really hates being away from you now." 

He could sense how much Delilah wanted to literally fly back to him right this moment as he nodded. 

"Good. Very wise of you. I look forward to our meeting again Master Jimmy Blackwood." 

And she walked away. 

____ 

'Master is fine.' 

'Master hates you.' 

'Master loves me.'  

'Master is angry with you.' 

'Master needs to punish you.'  

'Master sent you away.' 

'Master loves me.' 

'Master doesn't want you anymore.' 

'Master doesn't need you.' 

'Master won't play with you.' 

'Master loves me.' 

'Master doesn't want to be bound by you.' 

'Master thinks this was a mistake.' 

'Master is fine right now. I know it.' 

'Master doesn't wish to carry your soul.' 

'Master doesn't love you, how could he?' 

'You ruined Master...' 

"Master James loves me!" Delilah shouted at the Werecat and the voices in her head. "And I love him. You should just mind your own business and let us be." 

It had been over four of the longest hours of her life since Deliah's Master had left her and forbidden her from seeing him. She was feeling desperate for him. More desperate than she ever could comprehend. She didn't know that it would hurt this much to be away from him. 

But she loved him and didn't regret her decision to bind with him one bit. Except for the fact she had to change and hurt the love of her life. If she was selfish, she really wouldn't care about that, but it hurt her deeply to know she had ruined him. 

In her sorrow she had made the mistake of striking up a conversation nearby the person she hated in the community most, Meora. 

The black cat-woman glared at her with her yellow slitted eyes. She spoke in a high-and-mighty snide and hissing voice. "Then why did he send you away from him? Doesn't seem like he wants you after all." 

Delilah hated that Meora was saying the things Delilah currently feared in her own head. "You don't even know what real love is, you Figging House Cat! I haven't seen you with a guy longer than three days. He sent me here because people like you don't seem to treat him well. I saw how most of you looked at him. Like some common worm. Well Master James isn't. He's infinitly better than all of you." 

Meora got angrier, "You dare insult me! I am directly descended from the goddess Bastet-" 

"Oh come on, you know Bastet was just as pathetic as you are. Just some common Street were-cat that enslaved the humans like the other evil were-animals." 

Delilah's depression and longing had been fueled by Meora's anger which had clouded Delilah's judgment. 

She had really made the cat-eoman furious as Meora raised her hand to strike, claws outstretched. 

"Dahiri!" A voice shouted over the crowd, the werecat freezing in place. 

Delilah turned to see the crowd part and her Master standing there glaring at her. Her mind filled with dread as her heart filled with joy that she could finally be close to him again by his being there. 

She must not have sensed his proximity as her emotions had gotten the better of her. 

"Here." Delilah's Master demanded, pointing to the ground. 

As Delilah passed Meora, Meora looked at her in triumph. She could feel the cat's smugness and eagerness to see Delilah punished. 

Delilah felt ashamed as she went and knelt before her Master, everyone's eyes on her as she sensed more emotions of confusion, guilt, pleasure, and sorrow. 

Delilah tried to apologize, "For-"  

"Silence." He demanded. 

She had never in all their time together seen him this angry. And she never thought she would regret her decision to bind herself to him more than she had done. 

'What have I done? I've corrupted him. Ruined him. He was perfect in a perfectly innocent version of the world and I have destroyed it.' 

"Did she try and attack you?" He demanded. 

"Yes Master." She told him quietly, trying not to burst into tears in front of everyone. 

"Look at me when I am talking to you Dahiri." 

She sighed before looking up at him, fear in her heart.  

There were still many hours before sunrise when she was supposed to return to him, and she had no right to be near him, no matter how much she wanted to. 

She felt like she deserved his anger, his rage. Delilah wanted him to punish her greatly for what she had done to him. 

But when she met his eyes, she was startled to find he was smirking brightly at her. He wasn't angry at all. As a matter of fact, she sensed his pleasure to see her, his joy towards her, and his excitement about some plan he had. 

Then he confidently spoke. "So I discovered something in 'My' house. The charter of the White Rose Community." 

He held up the scroll that every residence had to display. It was not the scroll from her house, as this one looked really old.  

"It says here that intent to harm another person's property is forbidden. And Delilah happens to be my servant and my love. My new friend, Mother Maxibeth told me you have something like a three strike point system." 

Delilah couldn't believe it. Her Master had shocked her more than she had ever thought possible. He had figured out the rules, and were using them in his favor.  

'In my favor. He was doing this for me.' 

 She smiled at her Master and he winked at her. 

"Mother Maxibeth, how many strikes does Madame Meora have?" 

Maxi seemed to appear out of the crowd flanked by her sisters, as well as Trixie and Eugene the community guards. 

"Well, if you intend to charge Meora for intent to harm your property, I believe that would be three. There was the time she had 'accidentally' harmed a human that she willingly brought to her home to bed with and found him to not be the wealthy man she claimed. Then the time she destroyed my rose bush in a drunken rage at another of my parties." 

Jimmy seemed slightly taken aback by what Maxibeth had said, but continued his valiant plot to help Delilah. "Very well then, I charge You Meora with intent to harm Delilah. And call everyone here as a witness." 

Everyone gasped as they turned to Meora. 

Delilah glanced at the werecat, who looked furious as the Community guards went to stand next to her. 

Then Delilah sensed something was wrong. 

The guards weren't prepared as Meora pounced, claws outstretched for Delilah to tear her apart, all rules now off the table. 

Delilah, who could practically taste the hatred directed towards her, was ready to throw up a shield to protect herself, but was not ready for her Master to step in front of her while she still knelt on the ground. 

The cat and her Master both went down, which  

allowed Delilah to attack mercilessly. 

No one harmed her Master. 

Delilah subconsciously cast Fear to all around her except her Master, not that he needed protection from that anyway, and she heard some people scream in terror, while every candle snuffed out as purple flame swirled around her. 

Her claws dug and scratched at the the furry feline, Delilah knowing every wound dealt by her would scar for each of Meora's remaining lives. 

The lives Delilah would be happy to rid this world of unless her Master stopped her. 

But then both cat and succubus were tossed back in an explosion of force as Delilah felt some strange magic pull a bit of energy from her, completely unbidden. 

Delilah was tossed in the air and used her wings to recover, while Meora was tossed directly into the pool. 

Looking to her Master, Delilah saw he had deep gashes on his arm, chest, and face as he was on his hand and knees, with the other hand in a fist and the ring with her soul glowing a bright purple. 

She flew down to him and helped him to stand while she heard a splash. They both looked up to see that a brown furry mass had dove into the pool and was swimming ferociously to the wailing cat-woman who feared water more than anything. 

Eugene The Community Guard emerged in full wolf-man form, his uniform torn around his furry and larger body, holding a screaming and kicking Meora tightly. 

Mother Maxibeth smiled. "Well, I guess that settles that then. No need to force you to leave Meora. Now you can stay in the community prison until the Magical Community Council of America comes to collect you for attacking an innocent human." 

Everyone parted as Eugene took Meora away while she shouted in a tongue that was not one that was spoken today, trying to free herself from the Werewolf's iron grip until he growled loudly and snapped his jaws just above her neck. 

That finally terrified her to silence, and she let him take her to the prison deep under Maxibeth's house. 

But that didn't matter as Delilah's Master was hurt. 

"I'm so sorry Master. I could have stop-" 

"Quiet Delilah... Please." He silenced her with a groan.  

Now that she was calmed, Delilah felt his pain as if it were her own. 

She saw that he was holding his side, his purple tuxedo torn and blood starting to seep out. 

Trixie immediately came over with a serious look. "He needs to leave, now!" 

Delilah glanced around and saw some of the people still watching them were struggling with the sight of blood, and not because it sickened them. 

Her Master was in danger again, so she could take him away without permission. 

She grabbed him, lifted him up, outstretched her wings to full and took off for her Master's house. 

Delilah flew as fast as she could, passing the magical barrier protecting his house. A large window for his Master bedroom opened automatically to welcome them. 

Her Master's new bedroom was large, taking up half of the third floor of the house with a two story vaulted ceiling. It had large fireplace Delilah liked to light with cold flame and read by, with two plush couches near it. There was also another desk and some more bookshelves filled with a collection of Delilah's favorite books and part of her Master's new collection of wooden, stone, plastic, and metal puzzles from all ages. 

The bed was still in the basement after she had summoned it down there, but she ignored its empty space, passing through it, passing the nightstand with a paintimg of a bouquet of flowers her Master had once painted her, and going straight to the bathroom that was right next to her large closet filled with clothes she didn't really need being able to make her own. 

With her Master injured, she was able to use magic around him, disintegrating the formerly handsome clothes she had made for him. 

Laying him on the cold tile, she began to lick his wounds to heal the deep gashes, ignoring the taste of blood that covered him. 

His breathing had been labored as she had carried him, but now it was finally easing as he watched her work. 

When he had no more open wounds, and she had healed the bruises she could see, she immediately cried in shame and dropped to the floor, bowing before him, still unable to speak at his command. 

She heard him sigh before he said, "We're kind of a mess. Do you want to get in the shower, and I'll get in after?" 

His question broke her commanded silence. Still filled with regret at the pain she had caused him, she answered honestly. "No, I want to bathe you- Jimmy." 

She had almost called him Master, and was frustrated with herself for almost slipping. 

He was silent for a long while, while she still stared at the tile a few inches from her nose. 

"I still have to punish you huh?" 

"Yes Jimmy." 

As she was forcing herself to do for him, every time she spoke his name, she thought what he really was to her. 'Master'. 

"Fine. Your punishment is you don't get to clean me." His voiced seemed amused which surprised her. 

She couldn't help herself and she looked up to see him smiling at her while his amused emotion swept over her. 

Then he told her, "I get to clean you." 

He took her hand, pulled her up, and began removing her clothes, but stopped. 

"Since you made these do you just want to-" 

She disintegrated her clothes off her form, revealing it to him. 

He was still shy about seeing her naked, but he took her hand again and went into his shower turning it on. 

Then he saw all the bottles she used to shower with. 

"So, I don't know what all these do." He said sheepishly. 

Because this was her punishment, she couldn't complain and had to tell him how to clean her with them after he had sprayed them both free of blood. 

As he started cleaning her back, not touching her wings, he asked, "Do you even need this stuff?" 

"Not really... Jimmy. I got it because I couldn't get the Human scented soaps right myself when I first started actually using a shower. I can just... well it's kind of like I just push any smell or dirt off my body and can make myself smell however I want. But once I started, I began enjoying showering so I bought a bunch of Human stuff to try. I really enjoy the calming effect of scrubbing them into my body." She hesitated, knowing she had to tell him from his command, but not knowing how he'll react. "But you cleaning me like this, even though I don't deserve it, is amazing." 

He looked around her to show her his smile. "Good... What do I do about..." 

"My wings and Tail need to be cleaned too. They are just like any part of me." 

He gently began cleaning her wing and she held it outstretched from him. It was back to a more manageable size, being able to shrink by her will, but it had been nice to really stretch out her wings for a change, not having them fully opened in flight for a long time. 

Despite the circumstances, it had been really nice to carry him too. 

His gentle hands moving across them was better than anything she could imagine. No one had ever dared touch her wings before, scared of how she would react, but she loved every second his hands held them.  

'Why have I never had a shower with anyone before?' She asked herself, glad her inner voices were calm as he washed her. 

Then she thought how amazing it was she had saved this pleasure for him.  

"Thank you for saving me." He said quietly. 

Delilah couldn't stop as he cleaned her, or she would have bowed as she thanked him. Even though she wanted to tell him how stupid he was. 

She asked, "Did you use the ring to throw her off?" 

It was the only explanation she could come up with what had happened. 

"I read some of your Manual and figured out I can sometimes use your magic through your soul if I focus. Blasting her off like that was the first thing that came to my head. Sorry I blasted you too. I didn't mean to hurt you." 

"You didn't. It was just more of a knock back than anything else. You weren't angry enough to hurt her, even after what she did to you." 

"Well you were near her, I didn't want you to get hurt too." 

She smiled, her heart filled with his love for her. 

As he moved on to the other wing, he told her, "Your Manual is stupid by the way. It looks like a thin book, but secretly has 5000 pages." 

"Sorry. It's an Arcane book which means it will only show you the page about what you wanted to know... I guess you know about the soul ring too now." 

"Yes." He said quietly. 

He came around so she could see his upset expression, even though she could feel how upset he was by her lying to him. 

"Master I- Sorry. Jimmy I'm sorry for not telling-" 

"I understand Delilah. And I think I understand why you keep calling me Master... Maxi told me about it and told me why you wanted a Master. Was she telling the truth about how if you can't find anyone else, you have to serve the Dark One or something like that?" 

She couldn't lie to him so she nodded and said, "He originally created the Succubi for that purpose, but that was hundreds of thousands of years ago." 

"I see. I'm really sorry I hurt you-" 

"You don't need to apologize-" 

"Quiet." He sighed and shook his head. "If I am to be your Master, now that I know what that really means, We are going to need to fix part of our relationship. And I know we can do that. Starting with the fact that I'm not perfect and will sometimes want to apologize to you." 

He stared into her eyes, the scrubber in his hand forgotten. "Delilah, I'm sorry I hurt you for taking away your ability to call me Master. Now this is just a request, which I also found out I can do, But could you at least try and keep the term Master to a minimum. And for the love of all oranges, don't you dare use it in public outside the community, especially near my family." 

She smiled. "Yes Jimmy." 

"Thanks." He looked into her eyes but there was an awkward look on his face, while his embarrassment swept over her. 

As he was cleaning her from the neck down, he had reached the point where he was going to have to clean her chest. 

Knowing he didn't really want to hear it, she said, "Jimmy. My body is yours forever. You are free to do whatever you want with it. You have to clean me for my punishment." 

"I hate that I have to punish you. I tried to find a way around it in the book, but there isn't." 

"I'm sorry Master."  

He shot her a look. 

"Sorry it just slipped out. It's hard." 

"I know. I read your thoughts earlier remember? But I don't think you need to be punished for that. That's why I made it a request. You don't have to be punished for disobeying requests." 

She smiled as he took a deep breath before gently scrubbing her chest. Because she could not feel true pleasure until he was done, her breasts felt numb to his touch and it frustrated her.  

She wanted to feel his touch now more than anything in the world. 

Trying to distract herself, she asked, "How did you know what was going on with Meora?" 

"I got a call from Mother Maxibeth. No idea how she got my phone number, but she told me you were in trouble and made a portal for me to come over." 

"So you had your first portal jump. How was that?" 

"It was weird, but kind of cool. My ears hurt afterwards and finally stopped ringing when Meora attacked. I think I might have been a little loud when I was doing my whole speech." 

"I just thought you were making sure everyone heard you. How did you know what to do?" 

"Mother Maxibeth told me she was trying to get Meora out of the community for decades under the suspicion that she hated Humans... I may have overdone it with trying to protect you though." 

"Yes you did... you dummy." She called him endearingly. 

He smiled as he continued to wash her. "Instinct took over and I had to save you... I'm glad I was able to stop her because she might have killed me and then..." 

He trailed away. 

"Then we would both be dead." She finished for him. 

He looked into her eyes. "I see why we need to be close together. I'm sorry for sending you away." 

"Your house is probably the safest place you could be outside of being with me. Plus I knew the Cloaked Ones were on the prowl tonight so nothing would have touched you." 

"That's the hooded guys right? They are really creepy." 

"You find hooded guys creepy, but you love a horned, winged, and tailed demon girl?" 

He shrugged with a smirk, making her heart melt. 

She smiled back and informed him, "Well don't get on a Cloaked One's bad side. If you think they are creepy now, wait until they literally scare the soul out of your body." 

He froze. "They can do that?" 

"Yes. It doesn't always end up permanent, but I'm told the purgatory is unpleasant." 

He finished cleaning her body and started cleaning his own with her stuff. 

She offered. "I can summon your own soaps if you want." 

He froze. "Oh. Well, we're sleeping together so I just thought- wait... I don't sleep anymore." 

"We can rest together if you wish. You might need to after losing that much blood." 

He considered it. "Well I'll just use your stuff for now anyway. And I don't really feel tired. It's weird. I feel as if I should be exhausted staying up this late, but I'm not. I feel great." 

She smiled as he smiled at her. She could sense his joy at not needing sleep so they could spend more time together. 

He continued to clean his body and said, "I would like to go to my apartment. I guess I need to move my things over here now huh?" 

"If you wish." 

He sighed. "Delilah, I may be your... Master. But I expect us to mutually discuss some things. I know you want me to stay here. Just tell me so okay?" 

She nodded. "Thank you Jimmy. You are the kindest Master in the history of the world." 

He rolled his eyes, and finished cleaning his body. 

"Which one is your shampoo?" 

She pointed it to him and he started doing her hair, making her fall in love with this new feeling. 

After a few awkward moments of him cleaning her hair, she asked, "Does it bother you that I have horns?... or a tail?" 

He paused. "Honestly..." he trailed off. 

She turned to look at him. "You can be as honest as you want with me. I of course will know later if you lied, but-" 

"It's not that." 

Fear started to touch her and the voices came back. 

'Does he not like your succubus form?' 

'Is Master ashamed of you?' 

She tried not to delve deeper and asked quietly,"If you want, I can hide them from you. You won't even be able to feel them." 

"No, it's just... it's kind of hot." 

He finally made her laugh again as she asked, "Do you like having a Demon-Girlfriend?" 

She glanced at him and saw a strange expression on his face. "What?" 

"You called yourself my girlfriend." 

"I've done that before." 

"I know. But... well things are a little different now.   It was nice to hear you say that." 

She could tell he wanted to kiss her, but she was a little soapy, so he finished washing her hair and said, "I love having you as a girlfriend and Fiancée. I loved the idea before I knew about all this stuff. The fact that you are such a gorgeous Succubus doesn't change anything. I love this you more now that I know what you truly look like. This suits you." 

He cleaned his own hair then rinsed them off again. 

They stepped out of the shower and he asked, "Towel?" 

"Oh. I never needed one... do you want one or can we just use my method? I wouldn't mind you drying me off. That was almost an erotic experience with you cleaning me." 

"Almost?" 

"I couldn't feel pleasure from you touching me in certain areas. It stays numb until my punishment is finished." 

"Oh. Sorry." 

She smiled. "Well it's finished now right?" 

"Yes." He replied immediately. 

"Do you want me to towel you off?" She asked, pressing her wet body against his sensually, finally able to feel the pleasure of her sensitive nipples touching his wet skin. 

"Well actually I was a little curious how you dried off. I like to see you use magic. But it's your choice. I am making you decide." 

She smiled. "We have plenty of time to dry eachother off another day." 

His face was filled with concern before he asked, "Does this mean you have to come with me every time I go to the bathroom? Every time I shower?" 

She smiled. "I really don't mind watching you do either of those things. Or even showering with you every time. But you can make me wait outside." 

Putting her hands together in a weird shape, she broke them away and all the water hovered from their bodies, before it evaporated, leaving them completely dry. 

He looked impressed as he tousled his dry black curly hair. "That was cool." 

"I can do that while it's raining so water won't even get on you. It's convenient for flying." 

"That reminds me of something, but I need to pee first." 

"Do you want me to leave Jimmy? It's bound to happen that you are going to have to do it in front of me anyway someday." 

She waved a finger and the toilet seat went up. 

He sighed before going over to it with his back to her. 

"So what's your question Jimmy?" 

"Can you drive? I've never seen your car and you always said you took a taxi or bus everywhere." 

"Of course I drive. I was just... I was waiting for the right time to tell you about all of this stuff. But my driving habits are a little different than yours." 

"You really were going to tell me about all this? All this magical world?"  

She finally heard the trickle of pee in the toilet. 

"Yes. But not everything at once. I had to move up my plans because you proposed. I wanted to take it slow, but... I was scared how you would react to this. I... I started to really want you to be my Master." 

She had been worried about that since the day she knew she loved him, which was back when he invited her to the High School end-of-school Senior dance. 

Delilah had nearly ended their friendship several times after that, scared of what he would think of being around a demon spawn. 

He said quietly, "Well I think I reacted okay. I got in a fight with a crazy cat lady for you and now I'm bound to a super cute demon-girl so... Ya." 

He finished up and washed his hands. Again missing the towel. 

This time she summoned one for him. 

He smiled thoughtfully at her through the mirror. "So what do you mean you drive different?" 

"Well, I'm not supposed to do this, but I kind of use magic to drive a little over the speed limit." 

"Everyone drives over the speed limit." 

"Yes, but I magically shrink the car, or shift it to the side to drive really fast around people and use the hidden fog to hide myself. My speedometer rarely drops below 75. The humans don't ever notice unless they are one of the 'testes'. Latin for witness. They aren't as rare as you, and see through the magical fog, but no one believes anything they say." 

"How do you even get a license? I doubt you have one that says you are 74." 

"Well we have our own secret branch of the government that gives us special IDs. My birthdate changes frequently. However, I wouldn't even need to worry about getting pulled over. No cop could catch me how I drive." 

"Might have to try that with you one day." He smiled. "I like fast cars." 

"You own one in your garage downstairs." 

He shook his head. "Delilah..." then he got an idea. "Since you are Miss Bargainer now..." 

She smiled. As a succubus, people had to be careful about making deals with her. She and they would be bound to honor them. Like how she had to wear the revealing costume earlier. 

Her Master continued, "... If we live here, it has to be 'our' house with 'our' stuff. Deal?" 

Her Master still didn't understand that she couldn't really own anything, but she could at least call it that for him. 

She smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. "Agreed... so what do you want to do now?" She playfully stroked his erection, and watched him get more aroused. 

"I don't know. What would you like to do?" 

She shrugged. "I want to do whatever you want to Jimmy." 

He chuckled. "I knew you were going to say that." 

"Did you see anything you wanted to try in your Manual?" 

"Maybe, but I had a question before I had to come rescue you. Something I saw mentioned when I was reading about how I can ask you to tie yourself up, you can't escape." 

"Oh, that could be fun. I would love to be bound up and used." 

"No it didn't have to do with that." 

She tried not to seem disappointed, but he noticed and tried to look at her with a reassuring expression.  

Despite the fact she could feel how much he feared doing that to her. 

He told her, "We can try that another day. No the Manual was talking about something else, something called: 'A Succubi Crest...' " 

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"Dear Reader,  

Dun, dun, dun. 

Thanks for reading more about James and Delilah the Succubus, I hope you enjoyed the magical tale. 

 

It was a lot of fun creating a new way of thinking for a non-human so I hope you enjoyed things from Delilah's point of view. 

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