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It would be so easy to just… consume them.

The circle that could have bound me was broken. I had felt the snap myself soon after I was summoned. They held me with no pact, no document, nothing. And now, as I lay on the floor with their essence strewn in, on, and around me—freely given!—it would take nothing more than a twitch of will to bind them all to me, body and soul, with more than enough power left to do the same to the entire school. It would be so easy, to drag them back Home to be my playthings, giving them the sin they had just indulged so richly in until their mortal bodies gave out and their souls cried out in pain.

I am a demon. Mortals have more than enough reason to believe I have an inherent, sinful nature. One that seeks to corrupt mortals to sin, to encourage wicked deeds. To lure, entice, to whisper sweetly of poisoned words to capture more souls to the darkness. There are demons enough that use their evil billing to perpetrate awful crimes against mortals at any chance they have. The power is there, at my disposal, and within my realm. Even as I lay here, curiously exhausted from the vigorous fornication these pitiful mortals committed with me, I could feel the potential in the fallen seed. Just the amount that had been left in me, that is all that would taken for me to regain my depleted energy and shackle them all.

It would be simple. And easier on them if I did.

I remember smelling the fear on them, all of them, from the first time each of these individuals saw me. I remember that barely adult badger that started it all, how rank he was with it. He was gambling with forces he didn't control, with stakes he didn't understand. There are those that say that we should give the mortals exactly what they ask for, those that seek infernal guidance. And the effort needed to give that badger a taste of the forces he sought to borrow was trivial. When he dared summon me again, with that stink of fear reaching me shortly before my manifestation… it took more effort to stay my hand than to listen. To punish them all for the sheer temerity, and further instruct those ignorant mortals of the nature of demon kind.

I closed my hand into a fist. And then opened it again, feeling the seed webbing between my fingers. Even this small amount of energy could be used to corrupt them to more subtle ends, planting the fetid seeds in their souls and let them hoist their own petards. They were barely into adulthood. Portions of their minds were not settled yet, not yet fully developed. They were fools, all of them, for asking a member of the infernal host for knowledge.

And not a one of them is a greater fool than I.

Why was I doing this? Why did I take this risk, for them and myself? Why do I aid in hiding the growing knowledge, nurturing that seed of rebellion that rises within them the more they see the world that was constructed to control them? Is it the frequent stories of abuse? Is it simply to show them the greater world outside their religious shackles?

I could cite numerous reasons why. But none ring with truth, and none can escape the echo of past mistakes. I had thought that second session would be enough, that Trent would not be stupid enough to risk summoning a demon to a place where he could be killed by zealots, as well as grow his little group as they sought the truth from one with a reputation for lying. But I keep coming back. I don't think I can name the feeling within me that grows as I see them come into themselves. I am a fool for coming back but… I cannot find it within me to refuse their requests. And that badger refuses to bind me to anything stronger than a smile and gratitude.

It's not like I haven't taught him things that could be used to bind an out of control demon. I don't know if he has made the connection yet. Perhaps I should be more explicit. Perhaps I should stop coming. And yet…

I sat up with effort. My body was sore, used, and I allowed myself to remain so despite all this power strewn about me. They had asked – asked!-- that I remove my penis for this party, and I obliged them. Reaching down to slide fingers over my petals… they ached. It felt good. It felt terrible. What was I becoming?

"Demon?"

One of the students, a donkey, had approached me. He held a glass of water. "I thought… you might be thirsty, after all that."

This body was. I didn't need to be thirsty. I could have fixed that in an instant… but I accepted the kindness, for that was what it was. The liquid felt cool to my mouth and my throat, and as it disappeared within, I felt something in me cool as well. I had been subtle, but perhaps now I shouldn't be. I cannot remain unshackled, not with nothing to bind my actions. I would have to talk, to use my words… and felt myself chuckle as the solution was not only simple, but something I would have suggested myself had one of these misbegotten fools asked for my opinion.

As before, there is no greater fool than I.

"Is something wrong?"

"No," I told the donkey. I offered him the glass back. "Thank you."

The donkey was nervous, but he smiled back. "You're welcome." His manners were precious.

He took the glass back, and I saw something in him. That was enough to finally expend the energy to wipe the soreness from my muscles, and a bit of the seed from me. Not all of it… but enough to keep the scent. As the donkey walked back to me and began to speak, I rolled to my knees, effectively pinning him against the couch he was walking past to get to me. "Got one more in you, Lawrence?"

There was a flash of panic, both at being trapped with an infernal being, and the louder thought of "How did she KNOW?" which I excused because some of them were thinking of me as female with the lack of the usual reminder that I was not. "I, uh," he began, but I stopped him with a finger. A messy finger.

"I know you do, Lawrence. My question is, truly, do you want to spend that one with me?"

He swallowed, then nodded quickly.

As I lowered my head to suck on the donkey's dick, I solidified my plan of action. I would ask, like I had told them to. They were fools to treat with demons without a contract, without rules, on trust. With my background, with my reputation, I was not trustworthy. But I would soon teach them differently, the badger first.

And only then did I become satisfied with how the orgy was going.