\u201cWouldn\u2019t if I were you,\u201d Atramentous said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
The wizard dropped his robe to the floor, revealing limbs marred with tattoos- protection sigils. Atramentous brushed a hand down his own abdomen.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s Samhain. You know that means the veil is thin and my spells are stronger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grigori stared in fascination at both the complexity of the magic engraved into the wizard\u2019s body, and the aesthetic appeal of it. The demon teased the head of the wizard\u2019s cock, noticing that it was greased with a thick, slick gel. Grigori also noticed metal studs protruding from the skin.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s pierced.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, three times. A shaman did it during a ceremony.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnchanted?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course. May I touch your hair?\u201d<\/p>\n
His grip on Atramentous\u2019 throat was light; he didn\u2019t dare test the power of the markings inked into the human’s flesh. He nodded, consenting.<\/p>\n
Atramentous grabbed a lank, toying with it. \u201cThe shamans wore their hair the same, tangled like rope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s the old way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI find it attractive.\u201d He looked up at Grigori. \u201cVerbal contract. You stay until dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVerbal? It\u2019s not specific enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care for specifics. I prefer these nights to be spontaneous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you not dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe it\u2019s luck,\u201d Atramentous said, voice thick with irony and narcissism.<\/p>\n
Grigori kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip as he pulled away. He wasn\u2019t in the mood to negotiate. The physical world was a treat, a place of heightened sensation and indulgence. Demons coveted the sensory delight that humans took for granted. They tricked summoners into extra time, or freedom into the realm altogether, even if it meant possession, anything to feel<\/em> a little longer, but when the mage was clever, and there was no other way, the demons submitted and played by the rules in order to enjoy what they could. A night was not enough time, but Grigori knew it was all he was getting so he seized it with a kiss.<\/p>\n Atramentous grabbed Grigori by the horns and wrestled him to the ground. He struggled, trying to dominate the human instead. He always topped humans. It was expected of a demon, and it should have been easy, but no matter how much he bucked or kicked, he couldn\u2019t flip them. Grigori found himself belly first on the ground, legs being spread apart by Atramentous\u2019 knee as he kept a hand on Grigori\u2019s left horn.<\/p>\n \u201cIs it the piercings?\u201d Grigori asked, impressed at how easily the human had subjugated him.<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n Without further prelude, Grigori felt the head of Atramentous\u2019 cock line up with his entrance. The thought of being fucked by a human was absurd, but the taboo nature of it made Grigori\u2019s cock twitch, and he realized that he wanted it. He understood the blushes and mutters of the other demons now.<\/p>\n With a jolt of his hips, Atramentous pushed in. For the first time in thousands of years, Grigori called out as Atramentous\u2019 cock slid in quick and easy because of the gel coating it. It felt like fire plunging straight into his gut and Grigori clawed at the stone floor. Atramentous slammed forward again, and Grigori threw back his head, calling out a second time. Each exhale became a cry of pleasure. Atramentous made little grunts as he shoved in over and over, using Grigori\u2019s horns like reins.<\/p>\n \u201cTouch me,\u201d Grigori begged, shameless and urgent.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Atramentous asked with a quick exhale of breath as he continued to plow into Grigori\u2019s ass.<\/p>\n \u201cTouch me, please, stroke me. I want to come with you inside me. Please!\u201d he continued to beg, nails finding purchase into the cracks of the stone floor. His limbs quivered, he was on the verge of ecstasy and needed, needed, needed<\/em> that final burst of sensation that would sap all the will and strength from his body and leave him sprawled out on the floor in a heap next to apple barrels and pumpkins.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not going to resist? No one\u2019s ever asked to come before. I have to coax them into it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s too good,\u201d Grigori whimpered, realizing he was a disgrace to his kind, but too lost to Atramentous\u2019 every thrust to hold himself back. \u201cPlease!\u201d<\/p>\n Atramentous pulled out and flipped Grigori onto his back before shoving back in. He grabbed Grigori\u2019s pulsing cock and pumped with quick flourishes of his wrist.<\/p>\n \u201cYes!\u201d Grigori called out.<\/p>\n He grabbed Atramentous\u2019 shoulders, thumb claw brushing up and down the wizard\u2019s taut bicep. The pleasure grew dense and heavy in Grigori\u2019s gut. His cock ached with unresolved need, and Grigori bucked in time to Atramentous\u2019 thrusts.<\/p>\n \u201cYes … yes … Oh God!\u201d The last word burned his mouth even as he came all over his own stomach. Grigori turned away, furious with himself. \u201cAh fuck.\u201d<\/p>\n Atramentous laughed, musical and bell-like. The smugness in his posture and tone sweated out of his body as he rutted like a wild boar.<\/p>\n \u201cCute,\u201d he said as he sped up his thrusts.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll be flayed for it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow about I keep you for a whole week first?\u201d Atramentous asked.<\/p>\n \u201cWe had a contract until dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t say which dawn.\u201d<\/p>\n Grigori laughed, but only a moment, he was gasping too hard from the wizard\u2019s thrusts. \u201cI\u2019m yours until the dawn of your choosing.\u201d<\/p>\n Atramentous grunted, his eyes screwing shut as his face twisted in orgasm even as the first rays of dawn struck the shutters of the east-facing windows.<\/p>\n –<\/p>\n Sita<\/span> Bethel obtained a B.A. in Creative Writing at Arkansas Tech University; however, she learned how to write fiction on sites such as Archive Of Our Own. She currently lives in Arkansas, teaches Zumba Fitness and Salsaton classes at a local gym, and hopes to one day own a fortress of solitude staffed with incompetent henchmen.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sita Bethel<\/a><\/p>\n “A Contract Until Dawn” by Sita Bethel \u201cWhat\u2019s your name, daemon?\u201d The demon ignored his summoner, staring at the sigils on the floor, scanning the rust colored markings for errors or weak points. The room looked unremarkable, barrels of apples and squash stashed in the corners, round, fat pumpkins beside them, the typical fall harvest. … Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: A Contract Until Dawn by Sita Bethel<\/span> ![\"Happy](\"https:\/\/circlet.com\/wp-content\/images\/halloween_micro_banner_10.gif\")
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