Freya’s subjects gathered around the summoning circle in her sitting room as Cass made her final preparations. Not all could make it - some had wished to visit their families, which Freya had not begrudged them - but most of them were here. Haley, propped up against a wall in mannequin mode. Zoe and Beth, barely able to keep their hands off each other as they chatted with Emma and Brianna. Grace and Valerie, who were also getting along very well as they bonded over their shared experiences. Naomi, panting and naked except for her pink collar. Freya smiled to herself as she surveyed the room. This would be fun.

Cass got her attention. “Right, that should be everything ready. I just want to be clear, this is still a very dumb idea.”

Freya raised an eyebrow in response. “You still underestimate me. I will be fine, I assure you. And if I am not, I will not hold it against you.”

She sent out a quick telepathic command, instantly quieting the chatter and gaining everyone’s attention. She smiled at all of them.

“Welcome, everyone. As you have probably guessed, for tonight’s main event, we will be indulging in a little summoning - specifically, of a succubus. I plan to strike up a bargain with her, for one night only. If anybody is uncomfortable with this idea, you may leave now, or at any time before the deal is struck, and nobody will think any less of you.” She was gratified to see that no-one did leave, at least not right away. Her subjects all trusted her, it seemed.

She continued. “In that case, Cass, please do the honours.”

Cass raised her hands, beginning the ritual as everyone watched, Freya magically soothing her nerves away to ensure all went smoothly. Indeed, after a few minutes, the inscribed circle burst into illusory flame, and a portal formed in the centre. A humanoid form emerged from it: tall, with long black hair, dark red skin, curved horns, long tail, and small, bat-like wings. She was completely naked, allowing the assembled group to get a good look at her generous bust and shaved crotch. Enamoured sighs arose from several corners of the room.

The succubus patrolled the edge of the summoning circle, performatively checking it for defects. When none were found, she straightened up and addressed the crowd.

“I am Selana, demon of lust. Who summons me, and what is her will?”

Cass stepped forward. “I summon you, on behalf of my Mistress.” Here, she gestured towards Freya, who also stepped forward as Cass continued. “I delegate the negotiations to her; treat her in this regard as if she had summoned you.” Freya knew her limits and was certainly not willing to attempt such a complex summoning herself, especially given Cass’ talent. This did, however, necessitate the formalised transfer of authority.

Selana moved around to face Freya, meeting her gaze with bright yellow eyes. She smiled, showing off her small fangs, as she addressed her.

“What do we have here then? A descendant of nymphs, engaging in such debauchery? Goodness, this is quite the harem you have here, isn’t it? Are they all so inadequate that you require my talents to be satisfied?” From her tone, it was clear she was teasing, and Freya returned the smile, recognising Selana as a potential equal.

“I thank you for the concern, but my subjects are all more than enough for most purposes. However, there is one thing they cannot do, and that is challenge me. I wish to engage in a friendly competition.”

“I’m intrigued. Go on.”

“My terms are simple. I wish for us to match our skills at enchantment. If I enchant you, you will be mine and my subjects’, to do with as we wish, until the next daybreak. If you enchant me, I will be yours to do with as you wish until the next daybreak, and that will include my command over my subjects. Win or lose, you will leave this realm at the next daybreak, and will not leave my quarters during your time in this realm. Do you agree to these conditions?”

“I wish to make one minor clarification. What, exactly, would you do with me if I were to lose?”

“Well, I could not tell you exactly… but we would certainly be putting your sexual talents to good use.”

“That sounds delightful. Very well; I accept.”

Freya nodded to Cass, who let down the barriers around the circle. Freya held out an arm towards her. “Shall we take this to the bedroom, Selana?”

The succubus nodded, looping her arm around Freya’s, and the pair swept into the bedroom, followed by a small crowd of spectators.

They stood between the bed and the mirror, facing each other. Selana proffered a hand.

“May the best enchanter win.”

Freya took it. “Indeed. Let us be-”

She was caught off-guard by Selana tugging her forward. “Sleep!” the succubus commanded, sending a burst of power towards the human. Freya barely brought up her defences in time, stumbling just shy of face-planting into her adversary’s chest. Pulling her hand away, she chuckled.

“You will not be catching me that easily, dear. Now then, how about you just follow my hands?” She began to trace a complex pattern in the air, trails of light following her fingers, forming an illusory sigil. Selana, for her part, began swaying, accentuating her curves. “Or how about you watch my body?” she smiled, meeting Freya’s eyes with her own, yellow with cat-like pupils. “Just watch me sway, back and forth… you want my body, don’t you? Want me to tease you, to touch you, to pleasure you.” Sexuality practically oozed off her, and Freya nearly lost her focus before marshalling herself and completing the first glyph. She started letting it change, making it spin and warp and shift colour, dangling it in front of Selana’s eyes. It was the succubus’ turn to falter now as her gaze latched on to it, before she too regained her composure, but was forced to briefly break eye contact in the process, giving the human more leeway. Freya then had to move the sigil away from her face, however, to start on the next one, allowing Selana back in.

The two sallied back and forth for a time. Freya sent out more glyphs, trying to force Selana to break her focus, or confuse her, positioning them around her face. Selana became more intimate, starting to stroke Freya’s face, and moving as if to kiss her. Each of them broke focus occasionally; each then regained it before the other could truly gain the upper hand. Both were still speaking, trying to ensnare the other with their words.

“So hard to look away… just give in and submit as all my subjects have…”

“Watch my body… you wanted a temptress, you know you can’t resist…”

“Follow and obey, obey and follow…”

“Succumb to your desires… I’ve done this so often, you won’t be an exception…”

To the spectators, both were clearly slowing down. They were taking longer to blink, motions becoming slower, voices more dazed. Still they pressed forth, neither willing to admit defeat.

“Come on, honey,” crooned Selana. “I can feel your mind succumbing… just one kiss, one hint of pleasure, and you will be mine. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Freya marshalled herself for one last push, completing the final sigil. She smiled triumphantly.

“What’s up with you? Those spirals are lovely, but I have to look at them, and you know I won’t be doing that.”

“Whoever said you needed to look at them? In fact, you have been doing a very good job of looking away… and directly into my eyes, this whole time. Keep doing that, will you?” Freya’s eyes were suddenly alight with power, the hypnotic sigils, while enchanting on their own, revealed as merely amplifiers for the true spell. Selana gasped as realisation dawned, trying to look somewhere safe, but all she could see was Freya’s magic, her power, her. The succubus’ arms dropped to her side, her tail drooped, jaw slackened, and she collapsed to the floor, kneeling in supplication.

Freya smiled triumphantly as her subjects burst into applause. She looked down at her new pet demon.

“You look much better like that, darling. And now we can do whatever we want with you. I am sure you will love it.” She cupped the demon’s chin, before pulling her to her feet and towards the bed. She smiled at the assembled crowd as she began to undress.

“I have priority, of course, and I do not mind you watching… but if you wish to split off now, that is fine. You can entertain yourselves until it is your time with Selana, I am sure.” Much of the group did just that, leaving only her core followers - Cass, Emma, Brianna, and Grace - remaining to watch.

She sat at the end of the bed, legs spread, and gestured for the succubus to kneel. There was a minor niggle in the back of her head that she had forgotten to do something, but she could not recall what, and dismissed it. She leaned over.

“Now, then, my dear, I want you to start nice and slow. Just give me a kiss, and we shall see where we go from there.”

Selana obligingly leaned in and pressed her lips to Freya’s vulva. Freya shuddered with pleasure - even one kiss was enough for the succubus to start working her magic.

Then, as the demon’s spell sealed itself around her, she realised that that was more than a metaphor. She had forgotten to get Selana to dismiss the partial enchantment she had cast on her, and now, just as she had said, it came into full effect with even the lightest touch of pleasure. She had a brief moment of panic, before Selana’s control swept that away, and she fell into submission.

Freya’s subjects watched as Selana buried her head between their Mistress’ legs. They saw her shudder lightly, then gasp. Her eyes glazed over, and she fell back onto the bed, entranced. Selana returned to kneeling between her legs, also unreactive. And there they were, in a room with two gorgeous, enchanted women, both of whom might claim to be their Mistress for the evening, but neither of whom could issue orders. This was a dilemma.

“So, uh… what now?” asked Grace.

Cass decided she ought to take charge. “First, we should probably make sure that what we think has happened, has happened. I don’t want to disrupt anything if we’re wrong, so, Emma, could you check what magic’s affecting them right now?” The brunette nodded, creating a spectral visor across her eyes. She scanned the pair, quickly identifying Freya’s purple aura around Selana’s head. While she couldn’t technically be certain that the red-and-black flicker around her Mistress’ head was that of the succubus’ magic, it was a fairly obvious guess, and it certainly bore the stamp of enchantment magic. She nodded to Cass. “Yeah - they’ve definitely both enchanted each other.”

Cass smirked. “Excellent.” She turned to address the pair on the bed. “So, since you’ve effectively tied, and you didn’t come up with a clause in your contract for what happens in that case… it comes down to me, as the summoner, to arbitrate. Now, I could rule that Freya won - she enchanted Selana first. However… do you really think I’d let you get away with that, Mistress?” Her voice dripped with condescension as she began to grope Freya’s breasts, the purple-haired girl offering no resistance, or indeed reaction of any sort. “Now, don’t worry - I won’t go against the spirit of the contract. That would break the summoning, and I’m not about to do that just to get back at you, even if I was certain that I could. Instead, what I propose… Selana, tell me. What would you have done with Freya if you had unequivocally won?” She infused her voice with enough power that her right as summoner overruled the enchantment, and the succubus spoke up, voice dazed and monotone.

“I would’ve made her into my toy for a while… then handed her over to you… let you freeuse her, start an orgy… would’ve been a great feast.”

“And Freya, what would you have done with Selana, had you won?” No response, which Cass had expected. She turned back to the demon. “Order her to answer the question.”

“Mistress… what would You have done with me if You’d fully won?”

Freya spoke up this time, in the same tone of voice. “I would have, more or less, done what You described doing to me, Mistress.”

“Well, that’s perfect then, isn’t it? I rule that, in the event of a tie, you both become freeuse toys for Freya’s harem. Is that acceptable?” Magic shimmered around the pair, and then both girls spoke with one voice.
“It is acceptable. The contract stands.”

Emma could see their mutual enchantments getting to work, each reshaping the other’s mind to fit this suggestion. She cleared her throat to get Cass’ attention. “They’ve done it already; they’re good to go. Um… are you sure this is what Mistress would want?”

Cass rolled her eyes. “Remember, I’m part of this mostly under duress. I don’t give a hoot about what Freya thinks in this moment, and technically I’m accomplishing her goal of giving all of us a good time tonight. If you need persuading… hey, girls? Keep fucking each other. Put on a good show for us.”

Selana immediately leaned back in to eat Freya out as the human sat up, looking down at her. Freya was reacting strongly, gasping at every motion of the succubus’ tongue and lips, in contrast to the usual reserved demeanour her subjects had come to expect during sex with her. As they looked on, they began to feel Selana’s influence on their own minds - waves of power emitting from her as she fed on Freya’s pleasure, arousing them and battering down their inhibitions. Soon they were moving to join the pair and each other - stripping off, starting to play with their own bodies. The room was filled with a chorus of moans, and then, as Freya came, a burst of power spreading throughout her quarters.

Any remaining sense of propriety was now abandoned, Freya’s subjects moving to kiss and grope and fuck each other, along with their erstwhile Mistresses. Cass was the first to get to Freya, knocking her backwards once more and planting herself on her face as she pulled Grace into a kiss. Brianna and Emma grabbed Selana, putting her tail and hands to use, showering each other with kisses as she pleasured them both. The room was quickly invaded by more people, attracted to the source of their pleasure, and soon there was almost no space that wasn’t taken up by people writhing in ecstasy, the twin orders of their Mistresses pushing them further and further. At the centre of it all, Freya and Selana were being used from what felt like five different directions each, eagerly giving their all to everyone who wished to use them, becoming progressively more and more covered in sweat, saliva, and cum. Eventually, the collective energy of the room collapsed, everyone dropping almost simultaneously into a pile of tired - but very satisfied - humanity.

Freya was the last to awaken the next morning, finding herself pressed in between Naomi and Haley - both of them too deeply under her control to have thought to leave upon waking. She found herself, for the first time in her life, feeling distinctly used.

“Whatever happened last night?” she thought to herself. She could have sworn that she had won. Had something gone wrong? Not judging by the emotions of her subjects, who all seemed satisfied.

She put the question aside for now. In this moment, all she needed was to clean herself up.