Lenore shifted the log in the fire with the wrought iron poker. The fire and the candles and the thick curtains made the small room comfortably warm, and she didn't want to worry about the fire for a while. Not while she was performing the ritual. She padded barefoot over the sheet she had spread out on the floor, checking all of the items she had laid ready on the sideboard. When she was certain she had everything, she shrugged her gown and shift onto a chair in the corner and let her hair down. 

She stood there for a moment. Nude, her hand resting on the sideboard, she focused her thoughts on the ritual. Then she picked up the jug full of wine and started to carefully drip it on the sheet to draw an elaborate circle. As she worked, she hummed under her breath.

"Come to me, Azazel. I have need of you, Azazel, heed my call. Be with me Azazel, I have much to offer you."

Minutes passed as she dripped the wine to make spiral-shaped stains on the sheet, to draw symbols for elements, emotions and power. Magic started to hum in the air, it sparked every time she finished a symbol on the sheet. All the while, she chanted the song, she repeated the words and that name, over and over. 

She didn't seem to notice how the candles flickered, how the fire danced and how a presence materialised on the bed. They took a human-like shape with two legs, a slender body and two arms. Their face had dark eyes and sharp cheekbones. For a moment, they just reclined on the bed, watching Lenore perform the ritual, supporting their head with their hand.

"All of this, for me?" 

Lenore startled at the sound of the rich, melodious voice, and she straightened up, holding the jug close to her chest as she turned to look where it came from.

Azazel ran their hand through their jaw-length hair as they rose from the bed to walk towards Lenore. "Wine and flesh and magical symbols… I feel honoured, Lenore. That is your name, isn't it? You know mine. It would have been only courteous to tell me yours. But no matter. You summoned me and here I am…" 

They reached out to touch Lenore's honey-coloured hair as she stood there, fascinated by their beauty, and then they grabbed Lenore by the hair on the back of her head to pull her closer. "You say my name but do you know who I am?"

Lenore tried to nod, but their grip on her hair was too firm. "You are the Succubus Prince, master of seduction and desire. Azazel. I have much to offer you." Repeating the line from the song helped her steady her voice.

Azazel's other hand started to roam Lenore's bare thighs and buttocks, as their eyes subjected her to a piercing stare. "What could you possibly have to offer me that I can't just take from you already? Lenore Penders. Rejected by the Coven of the Tetra Moon. Scholar of domination magic and pupil of the late Frigg the Red." Azazel grinned, their teeth looked somehow sharper and more menacing than human teeth, and their tongue, though hardly visible, seemed longer.

"You flatter me. I didn't think I would be infamous enough for you to know anything about me." Lenore squirmed under Azazel's touch, their fingers clawed her skin and sent shivers down her spine.

"If you weren't, I wouldn't be here." They tilted their head, bringing their lips dangerously close to Lenore's mouth. "You do have much power. And I can just take it from you." They planted a long, hot kiss on Lenore's forehead.

Caught in the demon's grip, unable to move away, she shuddered. A strange, hot, heavy feeling poured into her head and made her feel faint as she still clutched the wine jug against her chest. 

Suddenly, Azazel let go of her and took a step back towards the bed, leaving Lenore reeling on her feet. "You have put yourself, your very soul, in danger." They shook their head with disapproval. "You say you have something to offer, but the opposite is true. You want something from me, or you would not have taken this risk. No one summons a succubus just for a good fuck." They sat down on the bed and crossed their arms. 

Lenore put the jug down on the floor and knelt on the sheet full of shining wet symbols, groveling before them. "I implore you, Azazel. I seek your aid, and I should have been earnest about that. But I do have power to offer you in return."

"You still don't understand, do you?" They scoffed, shaking their head. "You have nothing to offer me that isn't already mine. All of you is mine to control, and has been from the moment you uttered my name for the third time. My kiss just sealed it." They reclined against the pillows on the bed and beckoned her with a curling finger. 

"Look at me, Lenore." Their voice was sultry and commanding at the same time. "You cannot tear your eyes away from me now. I don't even want you to blink. I want you to feel how your body is no longer yours to control. Feel my control spreading through all your muscles."

Lenore stared at Azazel's dark, entrancing eyes and their beautiful body. She tried to turn her head or lower her eyes, but an invisible force prevented that, resulting in a tremble she felt in her neck and around her eyes. Her arms and shoulders felt too heavy to move, and she couldn't even feel her legs kneeling on the floor anymore. She expected this when she decided to summon the demon, but now she realised that she was ill-prepared and it was too late.

The succubus lazily turned on the bed to rest on their side like a naked muse on a painting. "Play with your tits." They commanded. "Tweak your nipples until you start to drip between your legs. Entertain me."

Lenore's hands started to move and she couldn't stop them. She couldn't even look at how her hands started to grab and grope her own breasts. To her surprise, her legs moved too, lifting her up on her knees to show off her chest for Azazel. It was hard to tell why her breathing became heavier and more laboured. Was it those piercing eyes and her inability to look away? Or was it the sexual pleasure that stirred inside her because her own hands knew exactly how to fondle her nipples? Or was it the fear and the shame of being helpless to stop all of this from happening?

"Good." Azazel grinned. Their voice was melodious and playful. "Keep your mouth open. Feel how it can't close anymore. Lust is such a powerful force, isn't it? It starts like a hot spring under the surface, but then it rises and grows and until it starts to pour like warm, wet surrender out of all your holes. Keep going."

The pricking pain in her eyes blurred her vision. She tried to hold her breath in an attempt to make her body stop shuddering, but that only made her feel the hot pleasure coursing through her more acutely. She couldn't tell if the moisture in the corner of her mouth was tears streaking down her face or drool dripping out. When she finally did take a deep breath, it was accompanied by a primal, guttural moan.

"The waves of pleasure wash away any lingering resistance you have, my mortal plaything." Azazel's silken voice guided her through the haze of pleasure. "Look at you. So hot and helpless. So wet and overwhelmed. Tell me what you want from me."

Lenore shook and groaned. As soon as she regained control of her jaws and lips, she utter a long, drawn-out sigh that sounded like "Fuck…"

"Of course you do." The succubus scoffed. "But what else do you want? You won't get any release until you tell me."

Gasping and wheezing, she tried to gather her thoughts, but that proved to be very difficult while her fingers were still pinching her nipples. She wanted to be very careful what she said, because pissing the demon off would be a very bad idea indeed. She tried fruitlessly to make her hands stop so she could think, but somehow that only resulted in more aroused frustration. 

Elegant and menacing at the same time, Azazel rose from the bed and stood before Lenore. "I'm getting impatient…"

"Have need of your powers of seduction." She gasped quickly, staring up at the succubus as they came closer. "For a plot to kill the king of Hertewoud."

"I'm intrigued…" Azazel bent down to playfully slap Lenore on the breast. "You can stop. Get up. You deserve a little fuck, don't you think?"

"Yes, please." She took a moment to catch her breath and rub her eyes. As soon as she was able to rise to her feet, the succubus grabbed her and shoved her against the wall next to the fireplace. Their touch on her skin was so hot, like a steaming teacup or a mug of spiced wine. With their body pressed against her, and a hungry grin on their face they cupped her jaw in their hand. And then a hot, thick phallus penetrated her. Lenore cried out in shock. She hadn't noticed at all that Azazel even had a penis.

As if they could read her mind, they chuckled. "As a succubus, my body can take any shape I want. And right now, I just want to fuck you." They thrusted hard, pressing Lenore against the wall with their hips.

Lenore felt as if she was going to faint, perhaps it was the only way she could cope with being overwhelmed like this. She drifted in and out of consciousness, away on the waves of pleasure and back again when the violence hit her, too dazed to move, panting but otherwise silent. Azazel banged her against the wall, and when they got bored with that, they dragged her to the bed for more. 

"You're a very nice fuck, Lenore." They whispered as they took her from behind and dug their fingers into her buttocks. "And you're going to tell me all about that regicide plot when we're done, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes! Yes!" It was as if every thrust brought her to another climax, more powerful than the one before. She was surprised she didn't pass out much sooner than she finally did. 

...

The pillow was damp against her face. She didn't know how long she had been lying there, on the edge of the bed, discarded and crumpled like a nightgown. It took a moment before she was able to sit up. Azazel lay in the middle of the bed with all the sheets pulled up around them, breathing slowly.

Lenore chuckled quietly at the idea that even a demon would roll over and sleep after fornicating. But when she moved to get up from the bed, Azazel's hand grabbed her by the wrist.

"Where are you going?" Their voice asked lazily from under their disheveled hair.

"Chamberpot…" Her voice was throaty and dry. She wondered if there was any wine left in the jug.

The hand let go of her and they shifted in the bed, pulling their arm back to cover their chest and then rolling over on their side, their back turned to Lenore.

As she did what she needed to do with the chamberpot, she tentatively muttered: "Do demons sleep?"

The hand made a dismissive gesture in the air. "It falls under indulgence…"

With a spark of hope in her eyes, she looked at the bottles and other items she had prepared on the sideboard. She put the lid back on the pot and reached for a particular perfume bottle and a handkerchief. "May I show you another nice indulgence, then?" She opened the bottle and splashed some of the strong-smelling liquid on the handkerchief as she brought it back to the bed.

They raised their head from the pillows. "What's that smell?"

But they were too late. Lenore pressed the handkerchief against their face and firmly held onto their head. For a few moments, they struggled as they inhaled the sleeping draft against their will, but then their movements became sluggish and in the end their flailing arms fell down on the bed. Limp and defeated.

Immediately, Lenore rolled them onto their belly and pulled away the sheets to uncover their naked back. She didn't know how long the succubus would be incapacitated by the sleeping draft, so she had to move fast. She rushed over to the sideboard to collect the ink and the brush and brought it over to the unconscious body. She sat down just below the buttocks, straddling the demon's legs. Impatiently, she stirred the thick, oily ink until it was ready. And then she brought the brush down on the skin of the demon's lower back.

With long, thick strokes, she drew a symbol of binding chains and then a triangular symbol of domination over the curves of their buttocks and their spine. 

"You are mine to command... bound to my will... Hazel..." She was making this incantation up as she drew the symbols. There was no precedent in any of the tomes she had read on the subject of demons. But the magic seemed to work; the ink crept into the demon's skin with a soft sizzle. She finished the binding with a teardrop symbol of yielding and her personal sigil to bring it all together. "You are mine to command, Hazel, bound to my will until I release you."

The succubus stirred and moaned. "Whudareyoudoing?" Their hands gripped the edge of the bed in an attempt to push up and throw Lenore off. 

"Resistance is pointless. The binding is complete." She rose from the bed to put the ink back on the sideboard, and then moved to the chair to finally put her shift back on.

They sat up on the bed and touched their back, trying to claw the ink off their skin. "What have you done?" 

"I've created equal footing." Lenore replied with a smug grin as she padded over to the smouldering fireplace to put a new log on.

The succubus growled as they turned on the bed to glare at her across the room. "The fucking audacity! Come here so I can rip you open!"

With the fire warming her legs, she turned to face them and smiled. "Why don't you come to me, Hazel, and kneel before me." She indicated the spot before her on the stained sheet. 

They shuddered as they felt an invisible force tug at their limbs, pulling them towards the witch. They rolled off the bed, trying to will themself back under their own control, but the cold, binding power of the ink fused with their spine and crept up into their skull. Wheezing, they shook and writhed on the floor as Lenore watched them impassively.

"How does it feel to have the tables turned on you?"

Panting, on their hands and knees like an animal, the demon looked up at her and growled. "My name is…"

"Hazel. You are my Hazel now." She took their chin into her hand and smiled down on them. "We are going to do great things together. Mark my words."