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It was a truly sinful string of firsts for the young drake. Margret basically gave him first base, then Bereft coached him so well he skipped second and went to third. He was balls deep in warm kitten pussy before Bereft showed him the glory of second base with those nice soft tits! They were like two balls of marshmallow-y yarn that could be used to make Margret quiver and grip around him as he played with her sensitive bits. Bereft had shown him the beauty of a woman in rapture and the glory of being desired. He was practically beating the underside of his desk with his boner just from thinking of it, despite how empty his balls were. Bereft coached him through every moment. He let him take control a few times and he didn't fuck it up. He was even given kudos from time to time. His heart was a flutter and his mind a fog, drunken on the waning glow of the intense love making he had given Margret.

That was then, this was now. Kaleth had bid Margret a good evening after they thoroughly cleaned every nook and cranny of each other's bodies. Was she okay? Did he do anything that might have hurt her? Did she really want to do what she did, or was she compelled by the changes in reality? What would all this mean for her soul? What would it mean for the two of them? So many questions roiled in Kaleth's mind. Questions that made Bereft roll his eyes, but he let Kaleth enjoy being pussy whipped.

For now though, she was gone, leaving Kaleth to bask in the reality of what he had just done. Had he really just lost his virginity? Given, he was behind the curve for this kind of thing, but losing your v-card at twenty five isn't such a big deal. Unless there was a demon sharing your skull who liked to shove it in your face.

_You're telling me she was your first kiss? Fuck, kid! You really were a virgin. Not just a virgin, but a virgin-virgin!_Bereft was laughing in Kaleth's skull like a madman. Sure, he had access to Kaleth's memories, but he didn't really look into his sexual experiences. To be fair, there really wasn't anything in Kaleth's memories to remind Bereft to look.

"Hardy, har, har," Kaleth rolled his eyes. "Not all of us are ancient entities from another plane of existence. I'm sure you've had plenty of time to be with plenty of people."

Keep your thoughts inside your head, kid! You're going to give away that I'm here when you keep talking to yourself like a madman. Bereft chuckled darkly.

"Maybe if you stopped laughing like a crazed hyena, I wouldn't need to talk to hear myself think!" Kaleth spat back. Bereft just roared with more laughter. Kaleth rubbed his temples in frustration, a mixed sense of selfish joy and aggravation giving him whiplash.

I had to hold you back so hard I thought you were going to break free a few times. You were so ready to pop your cherry that you were going to christen your pants before you even got inside her! That's too good. Fuck, that's rich!

Kaleth was reaching his limit, but he took a deep breath and tried to ignore Bereft, retreating into his mind...but it wasn't just his mind anymore. Kaleth remembered something...but it wasn't his memory. It was like watching a murky screen play an old show, but it made more sense than that, and somehow it was moving at a rapid speed and he caught every frame.

Bereft shocked them both out of it with a slam of his fist.

"Don't you dare look into my past, you worm," Bereft growled through their maw. "I have been bound to you, but I can still make you suffer, even if I can only do what you desire."

Kaleth felt fear grip his heart, but he simply shook his head. "Wait...I know something about you now. How did that even..."

"Stop," Bereft snarled.

Kaleth obeyed and pulled his mind away from the screen.

"Wait...you've never been bound before...have you."

"I have communed with hell mages across space and time that would make your pathetic mages weep with envy. I have razed cities to ash and brought scores of mortals to heel through far more talented hands than yours. Don't cross me boy," Bereft warned.

Kaleth normally would be mortified and cower back, but when Bereft spoke, he also sounded like himself. Just more confident. So when he threatened him, it was like he was chiding himself, but that was something he had lived with all his life. The threat felt hollow. Besides, there was a detail in Bereft's words that spoke to him.

"So...you've never been bound to anyone...right?"

Silence! Sweet, sweet silence filled his head for once as Bereft was speechless.

"No..." he begrudgingly admitted. "I have never been bound to a hell mage. None could ever handle nor tame me."

"So..." Kaleth smiled.

"Don't you fucking say it!" Bereft hissed between their teeth.

"You're kind of like...a virgin at this too...huh?"

"Shut up you fucking virgin!" Bereft spat out.

"Not one anymore, thanks to you!" Kaleth chuckled while Bereft rubbed their temples in frustration. How quickly the tables turn. "I thought big-shot demons like you were all paired up with the government sanctioned hell mages."

"Not just any hell mage can handle me," Bereft breathed. "Plenty of kinlings have died at my hand simply because they couldn't shake it without being smote."

"Then why did my body work?"

"You're special," Bereft looked inward, to the inner workings of his vessel. "Had you been given proper training and guidance, you could have been the head of the Hell Mage Core."

"R-Really? Head of the HMC?"

"Well...from what I can see of your current hell mages, they ain't anything special." Bereft grinned. "Not much competition here in this realm, huh? Just a few two bit demons looking for an easy soul to snatch."

"Competition?" Kaleth narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"There's a lot that goes on beyond your realm that you couldn't possibly comprehend," Bereft gestured vaguely in the air. "The easiest way you could describe it, is a competition. Demons compete for the best vessels and powerful kinlings in order to make a name for themselves. Low level demons will take any kinling binding they can get because they want to move up. It's a guaranteed soul. You offer your soul as collateral and we bind ourselves to you in order to expand and grow."

"Wait, you get my soul? When? I didn't offer you my soul!"

Bereft chuckled darkly, a shadowy claw ran down the inside of Kaleth's chest, he could feel Bereft running that razer against something incredibly raw. It felt like a teardrop rolling down his face, then down his chest before it popped into a bloom of fear.

Fear...pain of the soul. Bereft just touched Kaleth's soul with a powerful claw.

"What the fuck did you just do?" Kaleth gasped.

Sensitive, huh? Bereft spoke in his head. Never been touched there? Did I find another cherry to pop?

Kaleth's breath caught in his throat as that pinprick of fear started to grow and gouge and widen, blooming in his gut like an open wound oozing blood.

"S-Stop..." Kaleth gasped. Instantly the pain subsided.

Your desire is my command. Bereft answered with a cocky grin folding the corners of Kaleth's mind. It was an internal grin, one made of the demon's essence. It was...uncomfortable.

"But...I never gave you my soul!" Kaleth spat out.

"No," Bereft chuckled. "Tobias did."

Instantly the knowledge of how the ritual works flooded Kaleth's mind. Tobias would need to have the kinling willingly take part in the ritual. He was telling the truth that the ritual would be used to identify his attunement, but only because it wouldn't work unless he had kinling blood. Once the kinling agrees to the ritual, the deal would be struck. Kaleth gave Tobias his own soul as a bargaining chip, swindled out of his afterlife in service to the father's ambition.

Deep gouges were carved into Kaleth's desk as he raked his hand across it.

"Tobias," Kaleth snarled. "You...how could you...I wish I still had your soul right now. I wish I could rake my claws across it, tear it to pieces, and nibble on it bit by bit." Kaleth and Bereft's voices melded. Bereft was putting to words the torture he could have inflicted on the priest. Kaleth wanted to be comforted, his deepest desire at that moment. Bereft could do that, by helping him imagine what revenge would taste like against Tobias had they not so eagerly broke him to nothing.