Burning Desires of the Amethyst Witch

[Content Warning: Sexual Intercourse]

Dravisha was caught completely off guard and took a moment to process what happened. She was still perplexed by what happened. She could not comprehend why Jenny would attack her. There was a brief flicker of anger in her eyes before she noticed something. Jenny had attacked her completely unprovoked.

"You attacked me, you actually attacked me. You attacked your own Familiar," Dravisha said quietly. There was no anger in her voice, but there was menace. Real cold menace.

Jenny tensed; she knew very well that cold menace was ten times worse than hot anger. She also knew what she had done to Dravisha. She had violated their contract. A Familiar and a Witch can never hurt each other intentionally. That's just common sense; otherwise, they could not work together and violating a contract with a Demon was bad, very bad. In most cases, it meant the loss of one's soul. However, the contract Jenny signed was different.

Dravisha's contract stipulated the following punishment for failure to comply with the contract. For Dravisha, it was getting struck by lightning ten times. For Jenny, it was being at the absolute mercy of Dravisha for an entire day.

Essentially, as soon as she violated the contract, Dravisha could do anything she liked to her and she could do nothing about it.

And Jenny was fine with that. She could face that punishment well. As long as no one else was raped, she could withstand any punishment the Demoness threw at her. If anything, this was where her masochism shone. It was like a protective armour against Dravisha's domineering attitude. She would gladly take this punishment because at least she could withstand it.

She looked at Dravisha with defiance despite trembling in fear. She would not bow to this Demoness. "I will never let you rape anyone."

"Is that so?" Dravisha smirked. Like a cat, she strolled forward with a lustful glint in her eyes. "How will you stop me from now on?"

Jenny gritted her teeth. She knew she had no way of doing so. She had no leverage.

Dravisha grasped Jenny's throat, locked eyes with her and purred, "I love that look, so feisty."

"I'll give you a part of my middle name," Jenny blurted out. She knew this was a terrible idea. Names hold power. The true name of someone is deeply connected to their soul. If someone knew all the names of someone else, they could enslave that person. Jenny was essentially giving up power over herself.

"What?" Dravisha tilted her head.

"I want to make a deal. I'll give you part of my name, a syllable in exchange for you not raping anyone while we are together."

Dravisha took off Jenny's coat while considering it, "Too limiting. Dominating others is the entire purpose of my existence. You would deny me that?"

"You'd get to dominate me." Jenny's breathing increased as she was slowly stripped by the Demoness.

"I'll dominate you anyway. Why not others too?" The Demoness pushed her little witch to the ground and got on top of her.

 "You'll never dominate me entirely," Jenny gasped as the Demoness kissed her exposed neck and shoulders. The Demoness slowly trailed down her kisses to the collarbone before untying Jenny's shirt. She took in the fresh fragrance of the Witch's lavender perfume.

 "We'll see about that," the Demoness said while she undid Jenny's bodice. She took her time with the clothes, occasionally dragging her claw over the soft and warm skin of the Witch. "I'll make you bend to my will in due time."

 "Hnnng, you won't bend me," Jenny said, breathing heavily while writhing under the Demoness' caress.

The Demoness finally pulled off her shirt and drank in the sight of her naked body. Dravisha eagerly claimed her twin peaks with her hands, roughly playing with them. "You say you want to give me part of your name?"

"Hah, yes."

The Demoness started grinding her crotch eagerly against the Witch's writhing body. She wanted to dominate this Witch so much that it drove her crazy. But she didn't want to give up being able to dominate others. Perhaps after she has enough control over Jenny, they can renegotiate their past deals and terminate them. She could possess Jenny and then do whatever she liked. "Your name, in return for me not raping anyone while we are together?"

"Nnngh, yes, yes," Jenny gasped, trying to grasp the Demoness and pull her closer. She wanted to dig her nails into Dravisha's flesh, to unleash the storm of frustration raging inside her. Frustration at being exiled, at her mother's death, at the Church's cruelty, at her own helplessness. But before she could act, Dravisha pinned her hands to her sides with effortless strength.

"Nuh uh, not so fast, little witch," Dravisha purred, her voice dripping with sultry menace. "I'm the one who does the touching. I'll let you touch when you've earned it."

Leaning down, the Demoness licked the exposed skin of Jenny's neck, savouring the salty taste. Jenny trembled, torn between revulsion and an unsettling urge to submit. She hated this creature—hated her for being exactly what she was: a predator. Yet wasn't Dravisha simply acting according to her nature? In that sense, she was no worse than a wolf hunting deer. Humans, after all, were the real monsters. They always had a choice, yet they chose cruelty again and again.

Jenny clenched her jaw, tears of rage pricking her eyes. She hated herself for summoning this demoness, hated the Church for driving her to such desperation. Most of all, she hated the humiliation and suffering they had inflicted, not just on her, but on countless women like her mother.

Fury boiled over in her mind. She wanted to rip Dravisha off her, to pin her beneath her just as she was doing now. She wanted to dominate—to make the Church kneel before her, to force it to submit. No, she wanted to destroy it entirely, to burn it to the ground as they had done to her mother. As these thoughts consumed her, fury exploded in her chest, leaving her trembling with barely contained rage.

"Oh my, look at that face," Dravisha commented. She turned Jenny around and placed her on her hands and knees. She undid her skirt and pulled it down. Then she grasped the soft meat of Jenny's butt-cheeks. And as she did that, she summoned a contract. "I find your deal acceptable, Witch."

She placed it on the floor for Jenny to read. Jenny picked it up with one hand and stared at its contents. While she was reading through it, the Demoness' clit once again enlarged. She rubbed up at Jenny's entrance, before pushing it in. Jenny stifled a moan as she continued to read. Tears blurred her eyes. She tried to concentrate as, every other second, a thrust pushed into her. Once she read the whole thing and understood every stipulation, she turned to look at Dravisha. The Demoness was wholly concentrated on the pleasure of dominating Jenny. Her hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm.

"Ahnn, I, Ahnn, agree, Ahnn." Jenny sporadically said.

The Demoness pulled out her obsidian dagger and tossed it to Jenny. Jenny picked it up, and while getting pistoned, managed to carefully cut herself. She bled on the contract, sealing it. The power of the contract immediately flowed into both of them.

"The first syllable of my second name is Nyx," Jenny cried out.

The Demoness smiled, "Jenny Nyx Nachtdorn."

Only from those few names, Jenny could feel herself shudder. It was as though a powerful magnet had taken hold of her essence, pulling her toward Dravisha with irresistible force. The Demoness relished the connection, savouring the newfound power she wielded over her little witch. Dravisha leaned closer, her breath hot against Jenny's ear. "You'll be mine soon, little witch," she whispered, her voice laced with both menace and possessiveness. Her fingers traced along Jenny's jawline, leaving trails of icy heat in their wake. The Demoness continued to exert her dominance over Jenny for most of the night. Trying out various new sex positions. Jenny had never been more exhausted than she was that night.