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Selling Your Soul

The house was much like any of the other houses in the neighbourhood. Large, victorian style front. Mid terrace. Parking space for one car at the front. Probably five bedrooms at least. A Lovely, affluent neighbourhood, only a few miles from the city centre. Nothing strange or untoward about it at all. The only thing that looked somewhat out of place was the front door. It seemed to be larger than the doors of its neighbouring houses, and made of a strange, dark wood. So dark it was almost black, which caused the shiny brass knocker and the number 25 to stand out quite brightly. Aside from this, it seemed to be a normal (large) house. Except—of course—it wasn't. If you were to knock on the doors of any of the houses in the street, and asked the people about the number 25, you'd get answers like: “Oh, they're very quiet"; “Never really see much of them at all"; “People come and go all the time!"; “That door IS awfully dark. They should paint it to match the rest of the street.", And other such banal, typical statements. Yet if you were to ask the residents of this lovely affluent neighbourhood (with it's big terraced houses and fancy cars and clean streets), what the residents of number 25 looked like, or what their names were or how many lived there, you'd get the same answer: “I don't know."

Dane sat blinking in the small room. The curtains drawn, a shaft of sunlight streaming through the gap. It was enough to illuminate his surroundings. The walls were half wood panelled, and half quilted with what looked like red velvet. The curtains were a deep shade of red as well. It was like he was in a Victorian boudoir… or something. That wasn't the most important thing though. He had been sitting there for a good five minutes, staring down at his hands. He remembered what had happened with crystal clarity. At the time it seemed completely normal. But that was when he was under the influence of pretty much everything Mistress had to throw at him. He shivered and his cock twitched. It was difficult to think about that night and not become immediately aroused. Hell, it was difficult to think about Mistress and not become immediately aroused. The polite knock on the door made him start out of his reverie. The door opened slowly, and someone peeked in.

“Oh gosh! You ARE awake! Hooray!"

The door flew open and standing there was another blue… demon, Dane guessed. Certainly no human had eyes like that. Or a tail.

“Oh everyone is going to be so pleased!" The apparition exclaimed coming into the room. He was relatively short, with a round face and wide hips. From the back he would have looked like a short voluptuous woman. Two things gave him away as being male. The first was his lack of breasts. The second was his enormous cock. It hung (flaccid, mind), down to his knees, and was as thick as Danes wrist.

“We all heard about you from Floki and he said that you were really pretty and he was right!" The short demon continued, oblivious to Dane staring. Dane shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the blue monster dong.

“Floki? I don't…" he mumbled.

“Oh! He's the eldest! He was the one who gave you one of these!" The little demon flicked his own golden collar, producing a sound like a heavy bell.

“O-oh…" Dane reached up and touched his own collar. He'd completely forgotten about it. The little demon looked very pleased with himself. Then seemed to realise something.

“Oh! Yes! Right! You're supposed to come with me! Mistress wants to see you, and then the rest of us get to meet you!" He said, clapping his hands together. His chubby belly jiggled slightly. It put Dane in mind of an evil, blue, cherub. Albeit one with a two foot dick and a very short attention span.

“I'm sorry. I'm completely lost. Who are you? And 'us'? Who do you mean?"

“Omigosh! I am SO sorry! I was sooo Excited to finally meet you! I'm Bartley!" Bartley said with a huge grin. “And didn't Floki tell you? 'Us' is us! Your brothers! Well, maybe not quiiiiite yet. Mistress still has to induct you. So hurry up come on!"

Bartley grabbed Dane by the wrist and pulled him out of bed. He was impossibly strong for someone of his size. Dane stumbled after him, trying to keep up with everything.

The two of them padded down the corridor on plush black carpets, interwoven with flecks of gold. The wood panelling and red velvet quilting seemed to be the main theme of the house. They rounded a corner and came to the main staircase. It split on this floor, one set going down, the other (obviously) going up.

“Okay! You go upstairs and it's the last door at the end of the landing on the right!" Bartley said, pointing upwards. “We'll all meet you downstairs when your done! Buh-byee!"

Dane watched him trot happily down the stairs and out of sight. He looked at the stairs and began to climb. At the top he looked down the landing, stretching either side of the stairs. It seemed… too long. He wasn't sure how big this house was supposed to be, but from the glimpse of the outside he had caught, it was in a big old terrace. It couldn't be that wide, could it? He looked down at his hand resting on the banister.

“Oh right. Magic is totally a thing." He muttered. Turning right he headed down the corridor, towards the door at the far end. Before he could knock, the door swung lazily open. The most wonderful scent of Mistress wafted out and hit him. He shuddered and smiled as the warmth filled him.

“Please, come in."

She said. Dane stepped inside, the warmth enveloping him. The door shut, and he found himself standing in darkness. His eyes rapidly adjusted to the gloom, and he could see a shape in the middle of the room. It shifted, large coils sliding gracefully over each other. Dane stepped back as the colossal serpent reared up over him, it's large golden eyes studying him. He looked up at it and felt completely calm. The snake was the source of her wonderful scent. A soft amber glow illuminated the room and Dane squinted in the sudden light.

“Welcome home."

The serpent said. It was most certainly Her. Her coils glided around him, encircling him in a wall of soft blue coils. He could feel the warmth they radiated. It felt so good to stand there, trapped by Her. She lowered her head so it was level with his. She was big enough that she could swallow him whole with a single bite.

“How do you like my true form?"

Her sweet breath washed over him and it was like he was in love all over again. Being in her presence made everything so simple, and feel so good.

“I-it's beautiful…" he stammered “It-its stunning… you are stunni- Ahh!"

Her coils closed around him, pressing against his skin, cocooning him in her coils. She squeezed him gently and drew him into the room, pulling back into the rest of her massive coils. She released him from her cocoon, and he dropped onto a bed of seething scales. They quickly pulled him in, surrounded him in a heavy, wonderful pile. He was completely trapped by her lengths, barely able to squirm in her grip.

“Do you love me?"

Her voice was as soft and gentle as always. She bumped his ear with her nose, Her warm breath numbing his mind completely. It was impossible to remain in her embrace like this and not slip into blissful trance.

“Yes Mistress." Dane sighed.

“Are you ready to join your brothers?"

“Yes. I want to meet them."

“Of course you do, but first there are steps that must be taken. I only control you now through hypnosis. After we are finished, provided you make the right decision, you will permanently be bound to me."

Her body shifted. Coils squirming beneath him, releasing his body and piling up underneath him. He now lay in a nest of her coils, facing up towards her. He was completely aware of everything happening, and yet unable to do anything of his own volition. The only thing he seemed to be able to do was blink. Which he did… and then she wasn't a snake anymore. In that fraction of a second, she had transformed back to her humanoid form, but only from the waist up. Leaning down, she gripped him by the wrists, lifting them above his head and pinning him down with her body. He arched his back, aching to feel her skin against his. Her warmth soaked into his body and he felt like he could melt away right then and there.

“If you were able to think right now, I know what you would be thinking about."

She said, her voice barely more than a whisper, yet heard with perfect clarity.

“'How can she own me more?' It is true. I have bathed you in my sacred and sinful fluids. I have warped your body and subjugated your mind. Yet these are simply illusions. You are not truly mine. For this, you must surrender your soul."

She nuzzled his neck, nibbling at his skin, making him shudder. Hadn't he promised her is soul before? On that first night? When she had hypnotised him for the first time? Despite the trance, he frowned. The look on his face was enough for her to tell what he was thinking.

“A promise is only the first step. Now you must give what you promised. Then you will become one of us. You will join my family and serve me as something far greater than a dust covered human. But… you must make the choice."

She snapped her fingers, and Dane was suddenly back in the room. He lurched off her coils and staggered to his feet, holding out his hands to steady himself. It was like he'd had a massive headrush as all his thoughts came crashing back. He managed to keep his balance, but only just. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and organise his thoughts. The fear he had felt before the hypnosis had gone. He knew the Demon didn't mean him any harm, but what she was offering was... insane. He'd never considered selling his soul. Until recently the concept had seemed pretty ridiculous. She didn't seem to be forcing this decision on him, despite the whole 'mind-control' thing. He opened his mouth to speak, but paused. He felt… strange. A bizarre feeling was welling up inside him. A hollowness he'd not felt before. Like a part of his being had been stripped away. He raised a hand to his chest. He could almost feel the emptiness.

“What… did you do?" He asked, slowly.

“I have withdrawn everything I gave you. All my gifts. Everything up to this point was a taste of what you could have. Your transformation an illusion. You never took on a form in my image. But you could." She replied. His mind didn't quiet at her voice anymore. It felt peculiar now.

“Why do I feel so empty? And why does your voice sound so different?"

“You always felt that empty and hollow. You, like all humans, never noticed it before. Because I filled -and then emptied- that void, you became aware of it." She chuckled, leaning back in her coils, watching him with her golden eyes.

“As for my voice? Well, it isn't the most important thing in your world anymore. I no longer matter to you."

Dane looked down at the floor. He suddenly realised he no longer had blue skin. It made him feel oddly sick. Why? Was it because he had become used to seeing himself as a blue demon? And why was it becoming harder to breathe? He started to feel a cold sweat run down the back of his neck. The feeling of emptiness had settled in his stomach like a cannonball. He was afraid. Afraid of the loneliness, the aching void that was growing inside of him. Afraid he would never feel the touch of her skin, or feel the blissful mindlessness when she spoke. Afraid he would never feel her warmth or smell her scent again. Was he... addicted? Addicted to her? Was this the fear of never getting another 'fix'? Withdrawal, perhaps? Whatever it was, the effect was powerful.

She stood up, and walked over to him, her coils gone in a blink. She stood before him, naked body gleaming in the dim light. She smelled so good. He used to smell like that, but now it was gone. Now he stank of sweat and dirt and fear.

“W-what will happen? If I give you my soul, what will happen?" He asked, struggling to keep his voice level.

She reached out and held his chin between her thumb and forefinger. Dane whimpered at her touch. He felt an incredible longing to be held by her again. It really was like she was a drug, and his body was desperate for another fix. How had she had such a profound effect on him in such a short space of time?

“When I hypnotised you, that was to give you a taste of what giving your soul to me would be like. When you give your soul to me I'll own everything that you are. You won't have any more questions because there will be nothing to question. You will love me of your own accord, because how could you not?" She replied, smiling down at him.

“And… the emptiness? You'll fill that back up? I won't have to feel this… this void?"

“Of course. I will love you as I love all of my pets. I will make you greater than you are now. The void inside your heart dwells within all your kind. You lack the natural advantages of your animalistic brethren. You ache for a greater purpose. I will give you that purpose. I will make you whole."

She pulled her hand away from his chin, and Dane felt cold. He could feel the darkness closing about him. He had become utterly addicted to her without even noticing. He remembered their first encounter, how he had been dismissive, and then afraid of her. Now he needed her. He swallowed. She had done this to him. Tricked him with her words, poisoned him with pleasure. Caught him hook line and sinker, and he was now too weak to say no. Too dependent.

“H-how do I give it to you?" He said quietly, staring at floor. like a junkie, embarrassed about asking for his next fix.

She reached out with a slender hand, drawing a talon across his cheek. He winced as she sliced through his flesh with ease. Blood trickled down his face and began soaking into the collar that remained around his neck. It flowed into the patterns embossed in the metal, highlighting them.

“Repeat after me. 'I surrender my soul to Aibreann. I belong to her now, Always and Forever.'." She said, licking his blood off her finger.

“Is that it?" He asked, voice filled with nerves.

“That's it." She replied, with twinkling eyes.

Dane drew in a deep breath. He was still half expecting to wake up in his bed, this last week one long fever dream.

“I surrender my soul to Aibreann. I belong to her now, Always and Forever."

There was a heavy pause.

"Uh-" he began. And then his legs buckled.

He landed on his knees with a heavy thud. Pale blue light poured from his mouth and eyes, spilling onto the floor. It coiled and writhed about him, before shooting into the air and arcing over to Aibreann. She reached out and grasped it with a triumphant smirk. The light shrank down until it sat in the palm of her hand as a bright, glowing orb. She placed it delicately in her mouth, and swallowed. As soon as she did an intense green light pulsed around Dane's collar. The blood that soaked the metal was quickly absorbed into it, making the glow even brighter. It spread out from the collar. Encasing Dane's body like a strange bodysuit, before slowly sinking into his skin. Dane cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through him. His skin began to turn blue, and this time he felt it. It was like a warm, viscous liquid was spreading out under his skin. He stretched out his hands and watched the colour spread. It removed any blemishes or imperfections, like the scar on his knuckle from when he was four. He felt it spread up is neck and over his face. His eyes stung, a sharp pain searing through them. This time it was no illusion that they were changing.

His hair became as black as hers, soft and silky to the touch. Horns sprouted from his forehead, curling back over his skull like a rams. Nowhere near as long or as elegant as hers. A long tail burst from his spine, stretching out behind him and thrashing in the air. The nails on his hands and feet became short, dark talons. The golden tattoos on his wrists reappeared in a blazing flash. His teeth lengthened into fangs, and a harsh groan escaped his throat. As the last of his humanity was eaten away, everything went white. Dane felt all reason leave him, and he toppled over onto his back with a heavy thud.

And then it was over. He lay on the floor, panting. His senses returned to him like they were swimming through treacle. It was a while before he could muster the strength to sit up, but sit up he did. He felt that delicious warmth again. He breathed deep, her scent radiating off his skin. There was no pain, no emptiness. He was full and happy and satisfied. He'd finally had his fix. He raised a hand to his cheek and felt nothing but smooth skin. The collar no longer glowed, instead sitting comfortably around his neck. It's gentle pressure felt reassuring. Aibreann was still watching him. She was smiling. Black hair falling over her face. She looked so achingly beautiful. He felt a wave of emotion wash over him. The way he felt towards her now… it was different to before. It was like he finally, truly belonged. He loved her. She was right, he loved her beyond words. He knew without a shadow of a doubt he would die for her. He stepped towards her and knelt on one knee, bowing his head. she owned him. She always had, he just hadn't known it before. But now he knew.

“Now you understand."

There it was. The strange emptiness that came when she spoke. But this time it was different. Before it was fuzzy and clouded. Echoey. Like they were not really connected. Now she was crystal clear. Her voice cutting through his mind like a razor. All thought stopped when she spoke. Nothing else was as important as her words.

“Yes, my Mistress." He said. Voice clear and strong. Nothing like the flat calmness of trance.

“Welcome to my family, young one. Traditionally a birthing gift is bestowed upon the new babe... But what gift to give you?"

Dane looked up at her. She beckoned him to stand and he did. She pressed herself against him, caressing his neck and face, drawing him into a deep kiss. Her hand snaked down and gently cupped his thick cock and balls. Warmth radiated from her hand, and it was all Dane could do to stop himself falling to his knees again.

“I am genuinely impressed by how much you could cum as a human. Now, you will bear the gift of emission. You will cum rivers from this cock. All in my name. The only fluids you will produce from this will be your thick, delicious semen. And you will produce it constantly. Why, your brothers will have to regularly milk you or you might just orgasm all by yourself!"

She said, her voice thick with delight. She took her hand away and he looked down, watching a thin strand of white cum drip from the end of his still flaccid penis. It felt amazing.

“Thank you, Mistress." He said with a genuine smile.

“You are most welcome, my pet. Now come, let us meet your brothers."

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