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Never in your life did you ever expect to be making a deal with a demon but here you were.

Normally, you had demons trying to make deals with you all the time. It got pretty annoying, actually. Most of them use the same tactics you’ve heard a million times: You’re a young and powerful witch, let’s make a contract together! It always ends the same way. You blast them back to whatever hole they crawled out of, and you go about your day. Usually, they get the message and don’t try bothering you again, out of fear of a true exorcism.

This guy was different.

You felt him appear as you were walking down the sidewalk heading to work one day, flipping on your heel and reaching for the crystal around your neck, barely having to graze your fingertips over it before you could feel yourself surrounded by its protective energy. “Wow. You’ve got quite the reflexes on you.” He had backed away some, but still hadn’t shown himself. It took you a few moments of scanning before he appeared, standing in the shadows of a lamp post. He must only be able to hold his form in shadows, then.

You kept your hand over your chest, millimeters away from the crystal, as you studied his appearance. Dark, dark hair that was neatly styled and slicked back, and dark eyes to match. He was wearing a full-piece suit, the whole works. You wondered why he would choose such a form in the summertime. But the thing that off-set him, that made him different than just a human leaning against a pole, were the red and blue waves ebbing off him, as if he was producing them himself. He probably was.

He looked like a cheap 3D movie, the old kind, when 3D was first introduced and it was the ‘new, big thing!’

You stared at him for a moment, before scoffing and turning away, continuing to walk. You’d rather not be late, but it seemed he wasn’t going to give up so easily. “It’s no wonder they call you the Crystal Queen.” Clever. He knew with you walking this way in the morning, you were heading in the east, the same way the sun rises. So he could follow behind you in your shadow, and yet still not be close enough to be affected by the barrier. “Although I was expecting an elder witch to hold that title.”

“Whatever you’re wanting, the answer’s no. And insulting me is certainly not the way to get there,” you said, not bothering to look at him nor at the strange looks passersbys were giving you. You knew they wouldn’t be able to see him, so to them it appeared as if you were talking to yourself.

“My apologies. I don’t mean to be rude,” he said, and you shrugged. You had to hand it to him; this is first demon you’ve met that had manners. “I meant it as a compliment, to hold such a title while still so young.”

“Thanks, but my answer’s still the same. I don’t make deals with demons.” The tone in your voice was hard, final. A warning. It was the same tone you always used for demons who were too persistent for their own good. You didn’t even bother stopping as you reached the crosswalk, because to you all you saw was a subway-like entrance, stairs leading down underground. Passing through, you took the stairs two at a time, not bothering to look back as you knew it would be impossible for him to follow you.

When you exited the tunnel at the end of your day, you stopped, staring at the scene before you. He was still there, waiting on you. The setting sun made shadows more accessible, and so he was waiting against the brick wall. “You’ve got more patience than the others, I’ll give you that,” you said as you passed him, starting to head home. The others typically give up after your rejection, which, in all honesty, you don’t mind. It’s the ones like him that annoy you the most.

“I’m sorry, but I just cannot take ‘no’ for an answer,” he said from behind you, and you didn’t have to check to know he was trailing you in your shadow, long lines from the sun stretching behind you.

“Well, sorry buddy, but you don’t really get a choice here,” you said, reaching into your pocket to pull out your malachite. It was green, much like jade or emerald, and held lighter green swirls within it. You lovingly referred to it as your ‘banishing crystal’. Turning around, you held up the stone between you and him, and shouted, “Hēde!” For a fraction of a second, there was nothing. And then, it was like you had pulled the sun in-between the two of you, the light was so bright and intense. The light only lasted for a second, and it disappeared as quickly as it came. In its place, you were left alone, like you expected. A demon that could only exist in this plane by shadows meant that a very bright light to eliminate those shadows would deal the most damage to it.

Satisfied, you continued on your way home, making sure the seals you had set in place months before were still tightly pulled together, making a few patches to cracks here and there before eating and heading off to bed.

- - - 

When you opened the door to head to work the next morning, you physically jumped when you saw him standing in your bushes in front of your sidewalk. You were about to question how he was still able to follow you home, before you thought better of it. You already knew the answer to that question. Instead, you stated something different. “You’re stronger than the others, aren’t you?”

To that, all he did was chuckle; it set your nerves on end in a bad way.

Shifting your weight from side to side, you contemplated what to do next. You wondered how far he was willing to go to make a deal with you. “Give me some of your blood,” you finally settled on, resting yourself against the doorframe.

“Is that all?” he asked, and you heard the clink of glass hitting concrete, but you refused to look down.

“For now,” you answered him, finally glancing down to see a small vile resting just under the step to your door. You were hesitant to reach for it while he was still right there, but your crystals were never too far away from you, grabbing the dark liquid before heading back inside and closing the door behind you.

Heading to your kitchen, you immediately went to put the blood in something else, finding a small tubber ware container to pour the liquid in. You reached behind your head to unclip your necklace, before letting the crystal soak in his blood, watching as it seeped it up greedily, as if it was dying of thirst. This was your favorite crystal: citrine. Known to protect against negative energies and increase the willpower of the user, you kept it near and dear to your heart – literally. Having soaked in this demon’s blood meant that now it would produce an even stronger barrier against him, lest he gets impatient and tries to force you into a contract. One where he forcibly takes over your body, no longer giving you a say in what happens, as opposed to a written contract where both parties agree to certain conditions.  A binding contract between magical beings and demons has certainly been done before, but the cons far outweighed the pros in your eyes.

Moving the tubber ware to the island in your kitchen, you reached into a cabinet underneath to pull out your spellbook, flipping to the backend pages that were blank. You pulled your crystal out of the blood, letting most of it drip back into the container before moving the crystal over the blank pages, letting the few final drops fall onto the parchment. All at once, the page was filled with intricate calligraphy written in what looked to be black ink, swirls filling in the corner of the pages as his name was loudly proclaimed at the top. “He must have known I was going to do this with his blood… silly demon.” You chuckled to yourself, wisely keeping your mouth shut as you read his name.

Dark.

Saying it out loud would give him permission to enter your house, whether you had barriers on it or not. Your eyes scanned the rest of the page, eagerly consuming the information on him that it provided. So, he was a Shadow creature after all, like you thought, only being able to live in shadows in your realm. It must be why he wants a contract, so that he can move freely. He was also a very old demon, which didn’t comfort you any. That meant he was indeed powerful, and thus wouldn’t give up as easily as the others. “Shit,” you cursed to yourself, wondering how you could get rid of him permanently. Perhaps a coworker might be able to give you some insight.

You closed the book, placing it back underneath, before retying the crystal around your neck, the gold color of the citrine now having taken on a darker tone. Heading back out again with more purpose, you watched as he slinked his way into your shadow, trailing behind you like a child. “Very intelligent,” he mused to himself, and you let out your breath in a laughing tone.

“You were naïve to think that this might change anything. Is your reason the same as the others?” you questioned, seeing him in your peripheral, dark eyes staring at the back of your head as if he was trying to see through you.

He hummed in agreement. “All of us only ever want the same thing, but I can give you something no one else can.”

“Oh? And what exactly is that?”

“I can make you a more powerful witch. A contract would not only enhance my power, but yours as well darling.” The pet name rolled off his tongue, the word wrapping itself around you like a snake. You resisted the urge to shrug, knowing he wasn’t physically touching you. “And of course, I’m not opposed to throwing in some pleasure as part of the deal as well.”

His words made the hairs on neck stand up, your spine raking with tingles. Your first instinct was to run to put more space between you two, but as that was near to impossible at the moment, you settled for the opposite and stopped, spinning on your heel and trying not to gasp when you were face-to-much-closer-than-you-thought face. “Do you really think offering sex is going to be the game changer?” you spat, eyebrows furrowing as you stared up at him, the red and blue waves meshing together but still containing their original color.

Dark shrugged, removing his hand from his pockets to complete the motion. “My other contracts have enjoyed that part of the deal. I just figured I would let you know about it.” Of course. Of course he’s had other contracts; he’s an old demon, after all.

You laughed, staring up into his dark eyes. “Sorry, but I’m not that easy.” You started to walk again but you could feel his shadow tailing off from yours, like peeling glue from your fingers.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from The Crystal Queen. That’s what’ll make it all the more enjoyable.” He should have been shouting it, with how much distance you were quickly putting between the two of you. But as you stepped into the subway tunnel, it was like he was still whispering it in your ear, dripping down like molten honey.

- - -

He wasn’t waiting for you when you returned. Instead, he kept to hovering around your house, like an annoying gnat. Maybe that’s why you were particularly frustrated one Saturday afternoon, watching him through your back screen door, as he sat in the shade of your neighbor’s bushes like he owned the joint. Or maybe you were just frustrated because your air conditioner was broken and currently being worked on. You couldn’t open the windows (easy invitation for him), so your two options were to be outside with him or inside. Either way, you would be sweating to death, and the heat and uncomfortableness was just pissing you off. You had already shedded your clothing down to the least amount possible while still being decent: booty shorts and a tank top. Your hair was piled up on top of your head, crystal bouncing on your chest as you stomped your way towards the back door.

Pulling it open, you let it slam behind you, glaring down at the demon, who merely looked up at you with a bored expression, arms laying across his legs as he sat crisscross in the grass. (Is he not burning up in that suit?! Do demons even get hot?) “Are you gonna wait around here all summer? Seriously? Don’t you have anything better to do?” Placing your hands on your hips, you smirked at him. Taunting him was really your only good option at this point, in order to get him to leave you alone.

He shrugged, rolling his head around his neck, letting it crack from side to side. Each time it popped, it seemed as if the ground underneath you shook. “Why would I? The view’s pretty nice here,” he commented, leaning his head down upon a hand, staring up at you with a sort of lazy smirk upon his lips. You arched an eyebrow.

“I suppose. Never seen a woman up close before?” you asked, stretching your arms above your head, knowing the motion made your tank top tighten, especially around your breasts. You watched from the corner of your eyes as Dark’s own trailed up and down your form.

“I’ve gotta admit, haven’t seen a human body as nice as yours in a long time.” You flinched at the back-handed compliment, flipping him off as you finished your stretching. You hopped down the few concrete steps, grass tickling the bottom of your feet as you walked around the side of the house to where the handyman was working on your unit.

“Excuse me, but are you almost finished?” You didn’t mean for it to sound so bitchy, but damn it you were hot! He straightened up with a groan, having been leaned over for so long. He looked at you for a long time, longer than you felt comfortable.

“Yeah. I’m almost finished.” You didn’t bother responding, simply nodded your head and turned back around. Creepy. You jumped when you turned and saw Dark no longer sitting in his spot but standing up staring at you; you rolled out of the jump and into a hop like you were skipping and hoped that it looked legit.

“He’s looking at you,” Dark remarked, watching as you turned the corner and followed you back to the backdoor.

“So?” The word rolled off your tongue before a second thought hit you, your eyes narrowing in mischief at the demon. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“He was staring at you like a piece of meat, and you’re dressed like one, so why should I be?” He shrugged, moving to sit back down in the grass, and his comment irritated you more than it probably should.

“Again, not winning any points into getting that contract right now,” you growled out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“So you think.” And he stated it so smugly, you almost couldn’t believe it. What a… pompous jerk! You wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face; he seemed so confident, so sure, that you’re going to cave and make a contract with him. You wanted to prove him wrong – you were GOING to – but you wanted to make sure that he knew it, that his ego had been touched. You wanted to crush him.

“You wanna know what I think? I think you’re upset you can’t do anything to me, can’t touch me.” You flicked a thumb over your shoulder, towards the worker, eyes alight with devilry. “But he can.” You watched as the smirk slowly fell from his lips, joy bubbling up inside you. You were so right about him! But this small victory wasn’t enough; you needed more.

“Aight. Looks like you’re finally finished,” the man said as he turned the corner, wiping his hands off on his overalls, dirty rag hanging from a back pocket. You turned to look over your shoulder at him, grinning widely.

“Great! I’ll meet you around the front with your payment then.” Shooting a wink in Dark’s direction, you sashayed your way back up the steps, feeling two sets of eyes bore into your form before the screen shut behind you. As you paid the guy and ignored any flirty advances he might have tried, you thought back to Dark’s expression. His gaze on your back felt hungry, a dark shiver crawling up your spine when the word ‘possessive’ crossed it. Yes, he would indeed be a dangerous demon to make a binding with… so why was it that it intrigued you so much to egg him on? It was almost… pleasurable, you might describe it. You decided to test it further. See how far I can push him, you reasoned, as you made your way back to the screen door, seeing his position unchanged, though he did look a little hot under the collar now from where you were standing.

“Aww.” You leaned forward, head almost touching the screen, pouting to the full effect with lip jutted out and everything. “Are you upset you can’t touch me like a regular person can?” Dark made no move to respond, but you saw the tightening of his shoulder muscles, the way his fingers dug into his thighs. You were affecting him, and it was turning you on. Placing your hands on either side of the hallway, your grin was positively Cheshire. “Well, I’m going to show you exactly what you can’t have, shadow-boy.”

With that, you turned around, popping the button on your jean shorts as you slid down them and your panties down to your ankles, bending at the waist so that your ass was in the air. You spread your legs as wide as you could go, holding yourself up with what upper-body strength you possessed, one hand pushing against the wall for support. The other, you reached through your legs, immediately plunged into your core, already sopping wet. You were brave enough to do this but not brave enough to stare him in the face while you fingered yourself, so instead you closed your eyes, throwing your head back as you gasped and moaned and pushed the dial up to eleven with your sounds.

The blush on your cheeks grew hotter when you thought about how neighbors might be able to hear you, or god forbid see you, but thinking about it just made you wetter, thumb flicking against your clit as you cried out. You thought about how stupid you looked, how stupid you were being for doing this and acting like this, but then you thought about if it were his fingers fucking you instead, if it was his cock. You wondered what sort of added effect his cock had, because demons didn’t just have regular dicks, oh no. You’ve read all the stories, of men and women being fucked senselessly by demons, by their magical genitalia. You gasped, tongue lolling out of your mouth, your fingers moving faster, curling up inside you to hit your sweet zone. Your knees shook, feeling your orgasm approach, leaning your head down as you cursed out, “Oh, fuck!”

You pictured him behind closed eyelids, fucking you so elegantly but deeply, and you came, squirting out all over your fingers, hearing it fall to the wooden floor with a squelch. You panted for breath, feeling more worn out and hotter than ever before, but you composed yourself as best you could, standing up straight as you kicked your bottoms off the rest of the way instead of pulling them back up. You turned, one hand on your hip as your other (sticky, used) hand was held out in front of you, ready to gloat, but your eyes grew wide at the scene.

Dark was no longer sitting in his spot. Instead, he was as close as he could possibly be, and you would bet anything that he was too close and getting hurt, as he was practically on the first step. His normally coifed hair seemed mussed and messed up, like he had been running his hands through it in exasperation. And the red and blue waves were coming off him like tremors, you just now noticing the small vibrations he was creating from it; it was shaking the house. He was panting as well, seeming just as worn out as you were, tie even loosened and almost undone.

You waggled your wet fingers towards him, watching as his dark, so dark eyes flicked to them before back at you, hunger and desire in his gaze. “Bye~” you cooed, grabbing at the door and shutting it, taking a moment to just release a breath before locking it and moving to get cleaned up.

- - -

Dark wasn’t around when you left for work Monday morning. Nor when you got off. It was a happy relief you were feeling at first; you couldn’t believe cumming in front of him would be the one thing that would make him leave. But when the next Monday rolled around, and there was still no sign of him, it was no longer elation that you felt, but disappointment. And you couldn’t understand why. Two Mondays later, and you realized it with regret: you missed the bastard. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed, that he somehow accomplished his mission and got under your skin, and you realized that the conversations you held now were… lacking, in comparison to the ones with him.

Yes, a lot of the time it was him trying to convince you and you rejecting him. But other times, he was more than willing to give information away about demons. Information you and your kind didn’t have access to easily. Of course, when it came to himself he was as tight-lipped as you were, but if you made a contract with him…

This was idiotic! you told yourself. Making a contract just to gain information, but you would also gain so much more. Power, sex… yes, you were embarrassed to admit that after that day a lot of your dreams were filled with his dark eyes, that hungry gaze he held as you closed the door in his face. You wondered what might have happened if you let him step inside, the thought of him pounding you until the drywall started to crack made you wetter than you wanted.

“So, I’ve got a problem,” you mentioned off-hand one day during break to your coworker. You decided you needed a second opinion on this whole thing, to make sure lust wasn’t getting in the way of your decision.

“Don’t you always?” your coworker replied with a chuckle, and you hid your smile behind your mug filled with tea, taking a sip before composing a reply.

“I’m thinking of making a contract with a demon.”

“Oh?” Your coworker seemed surprised; no doubt due to the many times you’ve lamented your annoyance to them. “What are they offering you?”

“The same thing, really. My power for theirs. They’re actually quite a strong demon, which is why I’m considering.” You shrugged, keeping both the information of ulterior motives and the ancientness of Dark’s age to yourself. Your friend paused, tapping their fingers against the countertop; their tell for deep thought. You patiently waited for their response.

“Well, if anyone can control a strong demon, it would be the Crystal Queen.” They nudged your shoulder with theirs before continuing. “Just make sure that contract is thorough; no loopholes of any kind they can exploit.”

“Of course,” you agreed. You had already had in mind certain conditions but refrained from writing them down until you talked to your coworker. Writing them down would have just cemented that you were dedicated to the idea, whether good or bad. The two of you continued to chat off and on until it was time to get back to work, but your fingers were twitching for pen and paper the rest of the day.

- - -

Two weeks later, and you finally felt the contract was thorough enough that not even Lucifer himself would be able to weasel his way out of it. Sitting at your kitchen table, papers scattered about everywhere, crystal still draped around your neck, you felt that you were ready. You heaved a huge breath, closing your eyes as you breathed out his name. “Dark.”

You tried not to jump when you opened them and saw him sitting in the seat across from you, hands folded together on the table, a quizzical smirk upon his handsome features.

“I was beginning to think that you were happy I was gone,” he mentioned off-hand, tilting his head to the side slightly, coifed hair falling slightly over one of his eyes.

You bit your tongue on the snarky comeback, instead choosing to focus on why you summoned him here. “I decided to take you up on your offer; let’s create a contract.” You slid some papers over to his side of the table, watching as Dark gently turned them around to face him, lifting the first sheet of the paper to hold in front of his face to read. “I’ve already drafted up the contract and will walk you through it.”

“And if I disagree with any of the choices you’ve decided on?” Dark asked, black eyes glancing up from the paper and into your own. The words flowed out of his mouth so smoothly, you could feel your heartbeat thrumming in your ears. The red and blue lines surrounding his body seemed to increase in time with the beat of your heart, and you realized as you opened your mouth to start speaking that he was trying to manipulate you.

“F-First rule is no using your power on me unless I call for it,” you stated and all at once the lines around him dimmed. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, narrowing your eyes at him as you panted in his direction. He merely shifted the paper to hold in one hand, letting his head rest on the palm of his other, that ever-presence smirk still on his lips. “If you disagree, it depends on what your compromise it for me to take it into consideration. Otherwise, everything stated in here is final or we don’t bind at all.”

You waited for him to object again, but he stayed silent, merely staring at you, waiting for you to continue. You cleared your throat before looking down at your own copy. “With this contract, it will allow you, the demon in question, to use some of my power to obtain a physical body of the human form in our realm. In exchange for this, I, the witch in question, will be able to call on your power at any time I may need to use it.” You paused, glancing up from the paper to look at him. “How often will you need to recharge, and how much of my power will you be taking?”

Dark hummed, his position unchanging. “Once a week is more than enough for me to sustain a physical body here. As for how much… the first time will be the only time I would need to take a significant amount of your energy: to create my form, after all. Other than that, we can dedicate one day a week for me to recharge or I can gradually do it constantly throughout the week. It’s up to you.”

“One day once a week,” you stated, the finality in your voice was deafening within the kitchen.

“Then it’ll be about an eighth of your power; first time will be more like a quarter.” You nodded your head, quickly filling in the blanks you left on your paper for that section, holding out your hand for his copy to repeat the motions.

“Alright, let’s see… you can gain my powers through consented contact only. We’ll sit down and I’ll allow you to access it. If you try to take my power any other time besides the designated time and day, or if you try to take more than what is stated, the contract is automatically null and void.

“This will work like a job. You can be with me at all times for five days, but the other two I’m alone,” you continued, glancing up from the paper to stare at him. “Thursdays and Sundays are the days I want off.”

“Giving me the weekend; how generous of you,” Dark mused, eyes half-lidded. He wasn’t even bothering to stare at the paper, instead choosing to look at you. If he wasn’t as smart as you believed he was, you could possibly get away with making up shit that wasn’t already written down. “What are your hard limits? Can I touch you without your permission, or will that void the contract as well?”

You knew he was joking around, as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. “Depends on what kind of touch you’re suggesting.” The look in his eyes said more than his mouth ever could, a dark hungry gaze that seemed to pierce your soul. You swallowed, refusing to bend to his will and break from looking first. You were in control of this contract; you couldn’t submit to him. You wouldn’t allow it.

“Touching me intending to hurt me will immediately void the contract and your ass will be handed to you so fast, you won’t know what happened.”

He laughed, actually laughed! Full-bodied, eyes squeezed shut, smile so wide his teeth showed. His laugh was deep and almost infectious. It broke the suave persona he always held, the red and blue waves jostling with the cackle of his shoulders. You might have joined in if you didn’t have the feeling that the reason he was laughing was because he didn’t believe your threat. “And what about sexually?” he asked after the laughter subsided, running a hand through his hair, pulling back strands that might have fallen out of place with his laughing fit.

You chewed on your bottom lip; your immediate instinct was to say no but you thought back to the day you masturbated with him in mind. In fact, he’s always been on your mind since that incident; seemed you couldn’t orgasm without the thought of his long fingers inside of you or better yet, his cock. At the same time, fucking him would be the ultimate show of submission. Not the mention that he was a fucking demon. You saw in your hesitation to answer, that the smirk on his features grew, finally releasing your lip from its hold between your teeth. “I wouldn’t… be opposed to it,” you settled on saying, watching as he finally sat up straight. Of course the only thing to really garner his attention would be sex with you.

“Really? How interesting…”

“Don’t get your hopes up though; your chances are slim.” You gritted your teeth, glaring at him before quickly writing down the changes on both sets.

“If time passes and we both deem the contract to be unsatisfactory and wish to depart from one another, it will be voided without consequence. My powers will be returned to me, and you will go elsewhere. If you break the contact, causing it to be voided, I have full powers and rights to dispose of you.” You said it with a straight face; you had to in order to brace yourself for the next words on that page. “Otherwise, this binding is indefinite.”

“That’s an intriguing route you’ve decided to take,” Dark commented, still sitting up, his posture rigid. “Most witches don’t want a contract their whole life.”

“Well, if you’re as powerful as you claim to be, I would be a fool to let you go,” you said, this time indeed rolling your eyes as he snickered at you. “If you have no objections, then go ahead and sign –“

“Already ahead of you darling.” Ignoring the pet name for you (and the twist in your stomach it gave), you looked down to see his copy sitting in front of you, his name written in cursive in dark red. Blood, as any decent contract should be signed with. Sighing, you flipped open your pocketknife that was sitting next to you, quickly swiping your thumb over the sharp blade before you lost your nerve. You watched as the blood bubbled up to the surface, moving to dot it on your own paper before it dribbled down your finger. As you pulled away, you saw the blood shift to form your full name, in the same cursive his own was in. With a snap of your fingers, the two contracts went up in flames with a whoosh, the only thing left on your table were ashes as they were sent off to the Binding Department to be held for safe keeping.

With all that being done, the room felt heavier; the waves rolling off him and crashing into you, almost suffocating-like. You wondered if he would immediately break it after getting some of your power, and you wondered if you would still be able to stop him like you claimed. “Are you ready?” Dark asked as he pushed himself away from the table, standing up. You quickly scrambled to your feet as well, not allowing him an inch to move in dominating you.

“Sure. How do I give you some of my energy?” you asked, watching as he ignored your question, turning to head for your living room, settling himself down on the couch. When he turned his head to look back at you and saw that you had not followed, he simply patted the seat next to him, a warm smile on his face.

Hesitantly, you got up from your seat, moving around the kitchen table to trot silently into the living room. The air was still stifling, and as you perched yourself on the edge of the couch, you realized this was the closest you’ve ever been to Dark. When he hid in your shadow, he was able to trail a foot or so away from you. But now, with mere inches separating the two of you, you felt the waves caress you, swirling around you. They knew their master would be getting a new body soon. You shuddered as you exhaled a breath you were holding. Deep breaths. Stay calm. You’re in control. You repeated the words to yourself over and over and over in your head, ignoring the lines around him as you stared into his dark eyes, watching as he tilted his head slightly to the side, playful smirk still in place. “There’s a few different ways. I can lay out your options for you, if you’d like.”

His voice was light, teasing, and waited barely a breath before continuing, holding up fingers as he listed. “Energy is a part of your DNA, as I’m sure you’re already aware. So, we somehow need to find a way to pass some of it to me. Blood is always an option, if you’re into vampires. We also have saliva.”

You shuddered, pushing away the image of his lips on your neck, sucking away at your energy. Blood was the fastest way to impart something of yourself onto another, whether it’s a talisman or giving someone something. It’s also the easiest way to be abused, as your life energy flows so effortlessly and quickly through blood, that you can accidentally give more than you intended. Just because you made a contract with Dark, you didn’t think twice that he might have plans to drain you in seconds with that route.

That’s how saliva came into play. A little bit was enough to enchant things or pay tabs, but passing it to someone else could be a headache. It didn’t move as easily, as contact had to be maintained for longer with saliva. You would be kissing him.

As you mentally went through the pros and cons of each, your facial expression must have given away your thoughts, as Dark’s smirk changed to that of a grin, knowing the conclusion you must have come to before you even opened your mouth. “As much as I hate to say this,” you growled out between clenched teeth. “It looks like saliva is my only option.”

“Hate to say it? I’m slightly hurt.” He spoke your name with such finesse, eyebrows pulling together in mock surprise, even placing a hand on his chest for emphasis. The smug bitch!

You rolled your eyes, suppressing to urge to growl at him, scooting yourself even closer so that your thighs were touching. A half-second of hesitation, and then you pulled yourself into that confident persona – the Crystal Queen – that everyone knew you to be. Even yourself, and you couldn’t let your guard down for a second. Not after doing this with a demon as powerful as Dark. Placing a hand on the outside of his thigh, you felt how his muscles tightened under your fingertips, realizing that these weren’t suit pants after all like you always thought: they were dark jeans. They looked smooth but were rough to the touch, and yet you could feel everything. His thighs felt as strong as the aura he produced, and you let your mind wander for a moment, back to when you fingered yourself in front of him. How it would have felt grasping onto his thighs for dear life as he pounded himself into you. Your fingers clenched at the memory but you couldn’t let yourself get distracted! Lifting yourself up slightly, other hand reaching for his collar, grasping at it hard enough to rip the top button from its seams, revealing the tanned flesh of his collarbone that had you wetting your lips.

You glanced a look up at his eyes, pulling your tongue back into your mouth as you spoke, “Enough talk. Let’s get this over with.” Your voice was low, barely a whisper, but you were loving the expression that was gracing his face. His dark eyes were blown wide, clearly not expecting your assault, and you felt more than saw the waves when you popped the button on his collar, his face growing darker. You knew that face well; you saw at all the times with guys at the bar, that hungry gaze where they want to devour you whole. Dark held that gaze on you and you felt your back tremble, pressing your thighs closer to his own. But in a moment, the look was gone, mask carefully back, smirk perfectly in place as he gently grabbed the hand at his collar. His hands were cold, or maybe that was the shock that ran through your body. It was the first contact he’s ever made with you, and it took all of your urging to not give into the flight response your body was desperately screaming at you. It wanted you to run away from this obvious death trap of a demon, but you couldn’t.

Not anymore.

“And now we’re so so eager,” he chuckled, before using his grip to pull you forward, wrapping your arm around his neck as the hand traveled down your outstretched arm to cup your cheek, parting your lips with his thumb. “When I’m finished with you, you’re going to be wishing I did more than simply kiss you.”

Mouth open to reply but Dark was faster, swallowing your words with his lips, the hand on your face keeping you in place as he enveloped you. You gasped into the kiss, feeling his whole, his everything. You were barely touching him and yet it was like he was on top on you, suffocating you. Your hand gripped his hair tightly and he growled into your mouth, licking at your teeth before moving his tongue inside to rub behind them, at the roof of your mouth, at everything. You could feel yourself start to get lightheaded and you knew, you knew it was because of him taking your energy, but you also couldn’t help but think this would happen every time he would kiss you. Dark’s kisses were dominant, in every sense of the word. You feel like it would always take your breath away, the way he moved with such elegance but also intimidation.

You were moaning before you even realized it, feeling his leg tremble with laughter, his tongue rubbing against your own before you pushed it out of your mouth, flicking your tongue across his bottom lip, gasping as he bit down on it softly. Your arms tightened their grip on him, feeling your back arch as you kissed him, your tongue gently caressing the insides of his mouth, trying to feel everything without giving anything any. You felt venerable, weak, your body trembling in his grasp, holding onto Dark like he was your life vest out at sea. His fingers were rubbing simple soothing motions into the small of your back, and though your eyes were closed, you knew the red and blue waves surrounding him were surrounding you too. You felt hot and yet cold at the same time, shivering at the strange sensations, trying to drown yourself in the feel of his mouth against yours, his tongue doing things you could only imagine would feel better in other places, causing your heat to clench in on itself, arousal pooling in your belly.

You felt Dark’s lips start to pull away from your own, and without thinking your grip tightened around his neck, trying to keep him in place, keep him glued next to you. But he continued to pull away, his hands leaving yours, and you opened your eyes with a shuddering gasp, watching as he was now holding the arm that was around his neck between his hands, tracing the lines on your palms softly. You realized then that sometime between this whole exchange, you had moved yourself to be draped over him, your ears reddening when he shifted slightly under you, and you felt his own arousal pressing against your inner thigh.

You backpedaled off him, snatching your hand from his grip as you scrambled to remove yourself from the situation. “Wait!” Dark said, eyes wide, voice sounding off, sounding more… human, but it was too late. You collapsed on the floor, the room suddenly spinning, your legs feeling like you had been running for three years straight. Your chest burned, heartbeat wild in your ears, feeling it in your throat as you clumsily scooted yourself away from him.  You heard the demon say your name, your head shooting up to look – really look – at him, seeing that the waves that normally accompanied the outside of his form were gone, that monochrome-type scale to his skin now appearing more flesh-colored. His appearance was still the same otherwise, but you could tell.

He was now a part of your realm. And you helped him become this way.

“You need to calm down,” he continued, holding his hands up in a placating gesture, and you could suddenly hear how fast you were hyperventilating. You closed your mouth and eyes, taking in one huge breath through your nose and holding it, using the sudden lack of oxygen to calm your mind. You let it all out in a slow whoosh, doing the same process three or so more times until your heartbeat was less noticeable to you. You opened your eyes on the last run through it, rubbing at them as you exhaled, finally looking back up at your “creation”.

His face was still cautious, and it looked humorous, considering you’ve only ever seen arrogance on it. “What’s with the face?” you asked, moving to stand, watching with disgust as he did the same. Weak. He thought you were weak now. “I’m fine.”

“You were about to pass out.” He said it with such finality that it almost shocked you, how serious he seemed to be. But the moment passed, usual smirk back in place as he continued, “My kiss really do that much to you?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “You wish,” you spat back out, but there was no venom behind the tone.

“It didn’t seem like that when I had to pull you off of me; in fact, you seemed quite comfortable sitting on my lap.”

“So did you. What, does every new form of yours come with a boner?” you retaliated, pointing down at his crotch for emphasis. He simply smiled, the light catching his dark eyes, and you realized they were brown and not black. You hated yourself for noticing that. “Well, it’s late, I’ve got work tomorrow, and now I’m exhausted. You can sleep on the –“

“No need,” Dark interrupted, smoothing down the front of his suit jacket, running a hand through his perfectly coifed hair before looking back up at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow Crystal Queen.” You blinked and he was gone, almost as if he was never there to begin with. You rubbed your eyes, wishing that were the case, but it wouldn’t do any good to think about what could have been. What’s done is done and now you needed to look at the positives as you headed to the bathroom to take a shower. You now had a powerful demon at your disposal to do with and use as you please.

- - -

Your life didn’t actually end up changing that much, to your chagrin. There was no need for Dark to follow you to and from work anymore, but he was always there when you woke up, sitting at the kitchen counter or on the couch in the living room, quietly sipping at a cup of coffee. There was always a mug sitting and waiting for you as well, after that first day where he watched what you got and what you put in. He was also always there when you returned home; you had no idea what he did during the time you were gone, and you didn’t bother asking.  Your magic was tied to his, and so you could feel anytime he used it; the same going for him. If he ever ended up doing malicious things, the sudden spike of energy would alert you to it. He always disappeared right before you headed to the shower and then to bed – quite courteous for a demon. But you supposed with the number of threats that you drilled into him with the contract, he would do his best to stay out of your way and give you the privacy you deserved.

Saturdays were the roughest though.

You didn’t have work, and most of the time you had nowhere to be. So it left you alone with Dark all day at your place.

You figured time was meaningless with the demon; he could spend all day in one position just staring off into space; other times you could feel him watching you as you walked around. From working on new spells to cleaning, his eyes would burn into the back of your head, and then suddenly he would be beside you, offering his help. His energy was suffocating at times, and though you loved the rush of power it gave you, most of the time you felt overwhelmed. Like the water was up to your neck and you were just barely staying afloat. Sometimes a wave would crash into you and pull you under, and it would slowly take you longer to resurface as the waves increased.

When you confronted him about this, claiming that he was trying to overpower you, he would simply say the feeling – the waves – was him refueling over the course of the week. The waves would increase, slowly but steadily, until the apex when they would suddenly stop, eerily quiet and calm. This happened on the weekends, only to start over again at the beginning of the week. You could feel your body growing tired of resisting the pressure, just wanting to surrender itself to the waves.

“That’s because you keep fighting it,” Dark commented one Saturday as you laid face-down on the floor. “If you moved with the waves instead of against them, you wouldn’t be as exhausted.”

You groaned, picking your head up off the floor as you turned to face him, eyebrows pulled forward in a glare. “And how am I supposed to do that? Let you take over.”

“You make it sound like I have to have complete control over you,” Dark laughed, the deep bass of his voice making your spine tingle. “When I only need it in one area to make you feel better.”

At your questioning gaze, he simply lifted an eyebrow. You pushed yourself up off the floor, flipping him the bird as you stomped back to your bedroom, his dark laugh echoing around inside your mind.

- - -

It only took until that Friday for you to break, practically stomping back home as soon as work ended. “Dark!” you called out as you opened the door, but to your surprise he wasn’t home. A sudden influx of questions filled your brain, wondering where he could be, before ultimately shrugging it off. You did get off earlier than usual; perhaps he was out doing his normal thing? But when he still wasn’t home by the time you finished dinner, you started to get a little worried.

You were in the process of washing dishes when you heard the front door open and shut, turning to see Dark lumber into the kitchen, wearing… a T-shirt and jeans? He looked so… so normal that you almost mistook him for a stranger, before glancing down to see mud caked all over the bottom of his jeans and tennis shoes (!!!). His hair was wild and unkempt, the only thing keeping him grounded were his dark eyes, more black than brown now that he was away from others. “Where have you been?” you asked before you could stop yourself. You shouldn’t care where he was, but now that he was your roommate of sorts, it got lonely and awkward if you didn’t try and communicate with him somewhat.

“Don’t worry about it.” Dark shrugged, looking down over his form as if he was just seeing it in the light for the first time.

You wouldn’t let it go, however. “But you’ve never been home after me-“

“I said, don’t worry about it.” He interrupted you mid-sentence, finally looking up to stare at your face, his expression unreadable. You could feel your bones shaking, suddenly realizing that it was your body that was shaking. You held your hands up in front of you, apologizing without words, watching as the red and blue lines faded into non-existence from your peripherals. You hadn’t realized they had appeared; he must have really been upset with you to continue questioning him. But once his pressure had released, the absence of knowledge only made you want to know more.

You straightened up, fingers gently touching your crystal, rolling it against your chest. “You’re tracking mud all over my place; go get cleaned up.” You jutted your chin in the direction of your bathroom, watching as Dark merely stood there, watching you, eyebrow quirked before ultimately following your command and leaving you to stand alone in the kitchen. You worked quickly then, finishing up the dishes and moving into your bedroom once you heard the shower start to run. Being a demon meant he was innately faster at everything, so your time was limited. You shucked off your work clothes, digging through the drawer of unused lingerie that always seem to catch your eye and make you purchase it. You were torn between going with color or monochrome, but eventually decided on mixing and matching.

That was how Dark found you, wandering into your bedroom to see you perched at the edge of it, red teddy laced across your front, dark lace panties adorning your bottoms. You knew he probably had an inkling of what was going on, but you didn’t expect him to be so aggressive: walking in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His smirk said it all, more than words could describe, fingers wrapped around the towel loosening slightly to where you could start to see the dark hairs of his happy trail appear.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you tilted your head back. “Just come over here and fuck me already.”

“So you agree then? The pressure’s been too much?” His grin was giddy, and he dropped the towel, no modesty needed from a demon. And you didn’t blame him. Not with how well… endowed he was. You swallowed. Fuck.

“You claimed it would make it easier, so let’s see if that’s true, hmm? Or are you all bark and no bite?” you snapped back at him.

Dark chuckled. “Let’s make one thing clear, darling, if we’re going to do this. In the bedroom, I’m in control.” The lights flickered at his tone, the world growing dark and heavy around the two of you. The citrine crystal around your neck reacted immediately, a small burning against your chest. Warning you of the danger. But at the same time, you couldn’t help the arousal that swam through you, the thought of being sexually overpowered, bent to his whim. It was unlike you; even in the bedroom you tended to be aggressive and dominate to your partners, but you were trying to go up against something that was centuries older than you.

You were already gambling against fate letting the demon use your energy and tie your life to his own; were you really going to chance more?

“I’m not going to just roll over,” you said, even though you were starting to spread your legs, enticing Dark to move in closer. “But if you please me enough, I’ll think about obeying you.”

“I appreciate your determination Crystal Queen, but I highly doubt that mentality is going to stay with you for long,” Dark said, stepping forward enough to reach out and grasp your chin, angling your head up so he could slant his lips over yours in a brutal kiss. Unlike the first time the two of you kissed, you were not in control. Dark smothered you, his aura covering you like a blanket, his kiss aggressive and forceful as his fingers dug into your chin. You could still feel the tether of the contract between the two of you, its line holding your lives together, so you knew he had no malicious intent to harm you. It was truly all sexual and you were getting wet.

“Fuck,” you gasped out as soon as he broke the kiss, your fingers reaching for his shoulders, but Dark used the grip on your chin to push you back, your back collapsing on the bedframe.

“You follow my directions, or you get nothing darling. Now strip,” Dark commanded, stepping back from the bed in order to watch you properly.

Your stubbornness shot through, the thought of saying no and having him tear them off you himself enticing. However, Dark wasn’t even aroused at this point. In fact, he seemed… almost bored with the entire thing. So you knew if you went that route, he would leave you high and dry to take care of yourself, or until you crawled back to him begging, and you were not about to do that. So you shrugged off your top, peeling your panties down your legs, until you laid bare on your bed before him.

Dark’s smile grew, his eyes roaming over your form. “Perfect,” he said with a purr, and you sucked in a breath at the deep timber of his voice.

Slowly, he approached the bed, climbing onto it until he was straddling your form. You weren’t quite sure how to react; the two of you completely naked. It felt… erotic, the way he was staring at you. Like you were a piece of art meant to be admired more than a body to conquest. Gingerly, you reached your fingertips out, tracing across the meat of his thighs. You could feel the strength beneath them, power that had been blessed thanks to your magic. “That little show you put on…” Dark’s musing brought you back into focus, looking up at him as his gaze wandered over your form. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to ravish you since.”

You knew exactly what he was talking about; that little stint you pulled in the hallway. You way you wished it was his fingers plunging into you, the way he stared at you, the world vibrating beneath your feet. It was almost that same gaze, the room almost seeming to grow darker as more of his power leaked through. And the thought that you had a contract with this demon under your heel made you wetter. “Looks like you’ve wanted it too.” And then his finger was swiping at your lips, easily pushing itself in. “So wet,” Dark chuckled, shoving himself in until it reached his knuckle.

“Shit! You could have warned me,” you cursed, glaring at him, your body instantly tensing down on the sudden intrusion.  But all Dark did was merely laugh, curling his digit inside you, your body betraying you as you let out a small whimper. Slowly, he brushed it back and forth and you didn’t know if your vision was blurring from the pleasure or if the red and blue lines behind him were actually there.

“It must have been so long since someone’s touched you… even before I came along, hmm?” Dark mused off-hand, leaning down closer, lips wrapping themselves around one of your nipples. You choked on a gasp, your back arching, pushing yourself more into him. With your connection, you could feel the controlled arousal stewing behind Dark’s exterior, the sensation making you gush.

“Dark, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice breathy as you could feel your high approaching, the demon above you accelerating the motion by pushing another finger inside you, spreading and scissoring them. Your breath caught in your throat, the orgasm washing over you, your cunt pulsating around his fingers, squeezing them tighter.

“So lovely… can’t wait for it to be my cock,” Dark growled in your ear, letting his fingers flutter inside you, elongating your orgasm. You wanted it to be his cock too, and you could feel his now hard length throbbing against your thighs. You wanted to peer down at it, but Dark held up most of your vision, lazily kissing you, his presence dominating over you.

Blindly you reached for him, fingertips trailing down his chest and across his stomach, grasping at his member. You felt more than heard Dark's intake of breath, a low rumble deep inside him, his whole body tensing as you stroked. The skin was velvety-smooth and he was large - so large.

"Perhaps I need to prep you and get you wet too..." you cooed, breaking yourself off from the kiss as you started to shimmer further down, Dark removing his fingers from you with a wet slick. You could feel the demon's eyes on you, watching you as you moved, only giving yourself a few moments of wonder to stare before you got to work. What you were told certainly lived up to expectations; demons were more well-endowed than a human could ever be. There was a fear that trickled in the back of your mind, a fear of him going too hard too fast, and getting yourself hurt as of a result. You knew you were wet enough, and so you knew going down on him would kill two birds with one stone: get him lubricated in addition to fueling your own perverted thoughts of sucking him off.

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle," Dark said, smoothing out the top of your hair as he did so. Of course; he could feel your hesitation just as much as you could feel him. However, like most things that came out of his mouth, it sounded condescending.

You rolled your eyes, tongue already lolling out of your mouth. "Thanks. I feel so much better now." Before he could get a chance at rebuttal, you moved over the tip, licking at it before suckling the whole thing into your mouth. The hand in your hair soon turned to pulling at it, fingers digging into your roots as Dark growled, hips thrusting, pushing himself in farther.

Instantly, you could feel your gag reflex acting up, cheeks stuffed full with his cock. Silently, you chanted a mantra to yourself, one hand making quick motions in the air, and then you were free, letting his dick slide further down your throat. "Shit! Did you just?..." Dark questioned, and you glanced up as high as you could, catching his surprised gaze staring down at you. You answered by swallowing, the tip just barely pressing into your esophagus. "God damn," Dark groaned, his head dropping forward, eyes closing in pleasure. It stroked your ego to see him so submissive due to your acts.

You gave his dick attention for a little while longer, until it was glistening with your saliva as you removed it from your mouth. You only placed the spell to remove your gag reflex for a short amount of time, and as you swallowed, you could feel the burn in your throat from where his cock had been. "Time to fuck me," you stated.

"Indeed." And you were being pulled up, your legs spread and arched high off the bed, until you were fully exposed. It made you feel small, and you looked up at the man above you, able to see the shadows moving behind him in waves, his red and blue aura coating your vision. You huffed, hating the feeling but wisely kept your mouth shut. You had a feeling he wouldn't mind edging you until you relented.

You glanced down as you felt his cock brush up against your center, the two gliding over one another, the tacky sound of how wet everything was almost making you wince. "Are you ready darling? You'll never be able to go back to sex with a regular mortal after this."

"Will you just shut up and fuck me already?" you growled, Dark merely laughing at your outburst before slowly pushing in, spreading your hips as wide as they would go in order to accommodate for his girth. "Shit shit shit shit." Your filter was off, trying to keep as relaxed as possible as he pushed through. Being so wet helped for one, but Dark was unnaturally large and your body knew it. And somehow he was able to just keep going.

"You’re doing so well. Most humans are crying by this point." Dark's commentary only managed to piss you off more, but your only retaliation was to grasp at his shoulders, pulling him down enough to bury your teeth into his skin. "Look at that. Managed to take me all in." It's like you were nothing to him, which only pushed you harder to get a reaction out of him. You could feel him seated all the way in you, pushing on your cervix. There was pressure but not much pain - you had no answer to this besides the fact that his demonic energy and your own must be in the works somehow. As you opened your mouth to retort, eyebrows furrowed, Dark beat you to the punch, pulling away so that the two of you could stare each other in the eyes. "Let me reward you."

He pulled out and pushed in, all in one quick motion. And the sound that came out of your mouth wasn't one you were expecting, nor was one that you could hold back. You could hear yourself making the sounds, watching as the grin on Dark’s face grew with your expression, but it was like you were having an out-of-body experience. As if you were watching someone else but still through the lenses of your own eyes. The burn of your crystal against your chest was the only thing keeping you tethered to this plane, your eyes focusing back in on the demon towering over you, smirk gracing his perfect features as he stroked inside you once more.

“What… the fuck?!” you questioned, breaking off halfway into another moan, your chest pushing up into his waiting grasp, eager fingers pinching one of your erect nipples. You felt out of breath, sweat already starting to collect on the back of your neck. And you were barely two strokes in. How were you going to survive?!

"It makes sense that a witch of your caliber can withstand me. But you seem so surprised darling. First time fucking a demon?" Dark chortled, moving too quickly in order to answer his own question. "Of course it is. You'd never let one touch you like this. And for that, I feel honored Crystal Queen."

"It's only... because I'm lending you my energy," you mustered out, your breathing ragged, feeling him start to pump more frequently, his pace leisure and slow. "And because you've got a big dick," you added in off-handedly.

Dark laughed, eyes crinkling shut, his whole body shaking. Still, his pace never faltered, which gave your brain mixed signals at the image above you. "I will admit, I am more... well-endowed than some of the other demons of my realm. But even those lower-level ones could still do a better job than a human male."

To enunciate his point, he trailed his hand down from your chest to your stomach, resting on the lower section where no doubt he could feel his cock sliding in and out of you. "Most humans would be over the moon; lost in the pleasure they were feeling. You being so coherent only makes me want to fuck you more." The last one came out as a growl, fingers tightening around your hips, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusted up inside you.

"God... damn!" you cursed, only to be broken up in-between the moans, nearly bent in two. The feeling was like no other; you've never had a sexual encounter like this. You could feel yourself already growing addicted to the slight pain, the fullness, the weight of the man controlling you. The pleasure was only increased tenfold by the connection you had to Dark; being able to feel his own pleasure heightened yours. And it seemed to do the same for him, as his thrusts grew more rabid the more you screamed.

"Yes, scream for me. I want the whole neighborhood to hear your beautiful sounds. Let them know whose fucking you this good," Dark purred, pulling out and flipping you over.

Immediately, you stuck your ass in the air, almost programmed to do so, Dark sliding back in so easily, picking up the pace like he never stopped. "Oh yes! Fuck Dark!" The new angle instantly made you orgasm, liquid squirting out of you, dripping down your thighs and onto the bedspread. You felt like the two of you were acting like animals, grunts and moans the only sounds you were making. "Oh shit! Oh... oh you're gonna make me cum again," you whined, feeling your orgasm quickly build back up. You wondered how many times he would make you cum, before your body gave out and he just used you like you were a fucking toy. You felt his hands on your ass, pulling and squeezing your cheeks apart, his dick almost seeming to grow bigger inside you.

"Are you ready darling?" Dark asked, leaning forward, pressing his chest down against your back, trapping you. "Ready for me to fill you up?"

"Yesssss. Do it, do it. Fuck me!!" You could only think of one thing, your mind hyper focused on the present. You would say anything to get him to cum, to get him to finish. You could feel Dark breathing against your ear, his breath hot, mumbling words you couldn't understand, only to realize he was speaking in his native tongue. You wondered if they were curses or prayers, before you felt him bite down, your mouth dropping open in a moan, only increasing when you felt him shove himself all the way, his dick pulsating as it came.

"Oooooooh fuck yeah," you moaned, feeling yourself get so full, your pussy clenching down on him in order to keep it all contained, a small mini orgasm rippling through your body as well. Dark hissed, licking at the hickey he left on you, pressing fleeting kisses before finally pulling out. Instantly, you could feel yourself gushing despite your tightened muscles; you had heard demons cum in heaving amounts but to experience it was another thing altogether.

As soon as you felt Dark's presence leave, you collapsed on the bed, not caring as you relaxed every muscle; the sheets would be ruined one way or the other so why not just go all out? "God damn," you spat out, eyes lazily roving around your room. You hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time, and certainly not after you made the contract. Does fucking really help expel the energy that much? Although you were exhausted you've never felt more in control. One look at Dark told you all you needed to know, his own face sporting a similar expression to your own: tired but content. When he caught your eye, he grinned, that salacious cocky grin that said more to you than words ever could.

I told you so.

With a heave, you pulled yourself up, sitting up on the edge of your bed, feeling more of his cum pool out of you. "Don't say a word, or this will be the LAST time you ever get to fuck me!" you spat out, glaring at the man in front of you. Dark pantomimed zipping and locking his mouth shut. You flipped him off, rolling your eyes before spitting out, "Now help me get to the bathroom so I can clean myself up."

His black eyes held more mirth than his tongue could ever say, simply holding out a hand for you to grab onto you, hoisting yourself up onto (unfortunately) shaky legs. "Your wish is my command, Crystal Queen."