Moondancer

Moondancer knelt beside the wards that surrounded the hole that Twilight had just been pulled into, taking care not disturb them, nor cross their boundary.

"Entice! Princess Celestia will be here in a couple of days. If she finds you've hurt her favourite student, she'll go all Solaris Invictus on your scaly butt. Treat my Twily right, you hear?"

"I shall treat her like a princess!" purred Entice's voice, "Just the way I treated Princess Luna, when she placed herself in my care."

"Moony!" called out Twilight, concern for her friend strong in her voice.

"It's okay, Twily. I just need to do some serious thinking. About a lot of things. And you are far too distracting. Entice will take good care of you. Have fun. I'll see you in a couple of days."

“Moondancer, if Princess Celestia finds me as a demon’s sex-slave because of this stunt, then we are going to have words”

Moondancer managed to suppress her laughter long enough to blow a raspberry down at Twilight and then start walking away.

“Moondancer, you backstabbing strumpet, get back here!”

“Have fun, girls,” called out Moondancer, “I’ll see you later.”

Twilight shouted imprecations up the hole, but Moondancer was clearly not coming back.

“Aww, don’t worry, Twilight,” said Entice from behind Twilight, “We’ll have our revenge, I promise.”

“Aaah!” said Twilight, spinning around to see the succubus looming over her. Twilight backed away, warding off the succubus with her arms.

“Twilight!” said the demoness in alarm, reaching out to her.

Twilight saw the succubus’ arm stretching towards her and leapt back. The back of her heel caught on something, and she fell backwards, arm flailing. She landed much sooner than she thought she would, and the landing was far softer than the cold, hard floor.

“I was going to say, ‘You’re standing right behind my bed’, but I think you’ve worked that out.”

Twilight jerked upright, but wasn’t fast enough. The animated padded manacles that had restrained Entice had been repaired, and were easily strong and fast enough to pull Twilight down, spread eagled, onto the bed.

“I see you’re keen to get started,” said Entice, her grin taking a predatory gleam.

“Wait!” said Twilight, futilely struggling with her bonds, “You don’t want me like this!”

“Oh, but I do, Twilight, I do,” purred Entice as she approached.

“But there’s no challenge! You know you prefer it when there’s a little risk. How about a– a contest of wit?”

“I must admit, I am intrigued. Do go on.” Entice lazily trailed a talon across Twilight’s bust.

“We– we could have a game of chess! If you win, then I’ll be yours until Princess Celestia saves me, and I’ll even ask her to release you; if I win, you let me go.”

“Hmm, too risky. I’m not going to let you slip through my fingers that easily. And I abhor chess. Let me offer you a counter-proposal. I set a challenge. If you fail, you’ll be mine as you say. If you succeed, I won’t let you go, or give you back your magic until you leave, but otherwise I’ll be your slave for a year. How about it, Twilight?”

“A year? I’ll be rescued in two days.”

“Dear Twilight, think about it for a moment. I can’t teach you shadow magic, dream magic, Moon magic in a couple of days. I could teach you enough to get you started, over the course of a year. And that magic may be the key to understanding Princess Luna’s banishment – she is exiled to the moon, after all. Think how happy Princess Celestia would be, to have her sister back!

“Just keep me your naughty little secret for a while, and everyone can be happy! You learn new magics, Princess Celestia gets her sister back, Moondancer gets to have fun, and with the games we’ll all play over the year, I’ll get the sexual energy I’ll need to reclaim my rightful place in Tartarus. I’ve been stuck here for a very long time, Twilight. Another year, a year of joy with Moondancer and you? I can stand to wait a little longer before going home.”

“…What’s the challenge?”

“I will release you from the bed and give you a task. It will not require any special abilities or knowledge that you do not have, and everything you need to complete it will be in this room. I will not interfere with your completion of the task in any way. Tartarus, I’ll even help.”

“Uh, what task? How will I know that it’s fair?”

“If you insist, after you have failed the task I will create a shadow with the intelligence, knowledge, skills, and abilities of an average twelve year old child, and have them complete the task. If my shadow can’t do it, you win. Does that sound fair to you?”

“…Okay. Deal.”

Entice’s smile widened to show the points of her teeth.

“Unbind,” she said to the bed, and the manacles holding Twilight fell away.

Twilight quickly got off the bed. Entice turned to her bookshelf and took out a book, seemingly at random.

“This is, hmm,” Entice angled the book to read the cover, “Mist Walker’s ‘Principles of Shadow Magic’. It’s a bit dry in places, as I recall, but a worthwhile read nevertheless. This is very possibly the last remaining copy. Here.”

Entice handed the book to Twilight’s trembling hands, but placed her hand on top of the cover to prevent Twilight from opening it.

“What? My challenge is to not read the book? No problem. I can wait,” said Twilight smugly.

“No, Twilight. Your challenge is to destroy the book.”

“What?!”

“Destroy it. You may use anything in this room to complete your task. You have lots of options: I’d be happy to provide you with oil and the means of making a flame, or you could take ink from the desk and soak the pages in it. You don’t even need to destroy the entire book, really. Grab a few pages at random, tear them to pieces, and eat them; I’ll even provide some wine to wash them down with. Do it, and I’ll crawl to your feet, and lick them too, if that’s what you want.”

“It’s the only copy of this book in existence!”

“Possibly the only copy of that book in existence,” shrugged Entice, “There may be other copies elsewhere. I don’t know.”

“It’s a thousand years old!”

“Closer to two thousand, actually. Mist Walker lived before the reunification of the tribes. Anyway, what do I care? I’ve already read it. Destroy the book, Twilight, or be my slave.”

“I can’t do that!” said Twilight, horrified.

“Are you sure, Twilight? I’ll need to punish you for running away from me, twice, and sealing me up in here. I’d be a very obedient slave, I promise. I’d do anything for my mistress…”

Twilight dropped the book on Entice’s table as though it were hot, and backed away from it.

“Oh dear. It appears that you’ve failed your task, and I shall have to take on the burden of being your mistress…”

Entice floated towards Twilight, carried by her great wings, her arms outstretched.

“Wait.”

“Twilight, you’ve delayed enough. You’ve lost. I’ve won. I want my prize.”

“Not yet. You haven’t won yet. You need to prove that you can do it.”

“Ha ha! You doubt that I can destroy a book?”

“Oh, no. I’m sure you can destroy the book. I can tell that you like them: just look around. But I know that you’ll destroy it if you have to. The thing is,” said Twilight with growing confidence, “I win either way.”

“Would you care to explain your reasoning?”

“Entice, you’ve already lost. You said I could use anything in the room to destroy the book. I chose to use you. So, either you destroy the book for me, at my command, and so win the contest for me; or else you fail to destroy the book, proving that you can’t do the task that you set me, and so again making me win. Since you do actually like your books, and you lose either way, you might as well just fall to your knees before your mistress.”

Entice stared at Twilight, the fires of her eyes blazing bright.

Twilight smiled. Entice hissed.

Twilight’s smile opened into a grin.

With an angry growl, Entice awkwardly knelt before Twilight.

Once on her knees, Entice leant forward and touched the horns on her head to the ground at Twilight’s feet.

“Good little demon,” said Twilight.

“How may I serve you, mistress?” asked Entice, not looking up from her position on the floor.

“Well, ‘slave’,” said Twilight, “Let’s start–” Twilight was cut off by the rumbling in her belly.

“Change of plan, mistress?” asked Entice. Twilight didn’t need to see the demon’s face to know that she was smirking.

“Fine. I’m hungry. Feed me.”

“With pleasure, mistress.”

Entice courteously conjured Twilight a heavy fur robe and a seat, both of which Twilight took with some suspicion. For her own part, Entice knelt at Twilight’s feet, even though her height put her head close to the same level as Twilight’s.

Entice held out a hand, palm forward and fingers outstretched, and made a show of retracting her claws, leaving normal fingers. Entice swirled those pitch-black fingers in the air, and she were suddenly holding a single small profiterole, draped with melted chocolate.

Twilight reached out to take the confection, but Entice pulled it out of reach.

“Ah ah ah! It’s more fun without hands, mistress,” she said.

Entice offered the profiterole again, and Twilight leaned forward to take it from Entices fingers with her teeth.

The soft pastry melted in Twilight’s mouth, and its rich cream filling made her moan in delight. She ate swiftly.

“Another.”

Entice swirled her fingers again, conjuring another profiterole, this one coated with even more chocolate. Twilight eagerly gulped it down.

Entice crushed the third with two of her fingers, smearing them with cream and chocolate. Twilight barely hesitated before taking Entice’s fingers in her mouth, sucking the goodness off them, and licking them clean. The faint taste of cinnamon added spice to the taste. Entice lazily pulled her fingers from Twilight’s lips.

The fourth was held temptingly in Entice’s fingers, just out of Twilight’s reach. Twilight watched as Entice grinned, and then opened her mouth wide to reveal her long, forked, tongue. Entice leaned forward, wrapped her long, dexterous, tongue around the profiterole and pulled it into her open mouth. It sat there, temptingly.

Twilight took the hint, and dived at Entice. The kiss was sloppy, but Twilight didn’t mind. Her tongue explored Entice’s mouth, and she wrestled with the demoness for the pastry until Entice meekly surrendered her prize. This one tasted the best of all.

Twilight’s momentum had carried her forward into Entice’s lap, and when she pulled back, she found herself straddling Entice as the demoness lay supine on the floor, wings spread. Twilight’s robe had fallen open. Twilight looked down on her, smiling.

“I’m still hungry, Entice. Some slave you are.”

“A thousand apologies, mistress. I hunger too. I beg permission to allow us both to satiate our needs.”

“Hmm, what do you have in your naughty mind?”

Entice’s grin just grew wider.

“Oh, alright. I give in. Go ahead.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

Entice’s spell was cast with a kiss, delivered neatly to Twilight’s forehead. Twilight felt a tingle, but nothing more. Her hunger remained unabated.

Entice lay back down on the floor, and conjured a blob of cream formed into the shape of a flower, and placed it on her lips. Twilight leaned down to take it, and another kiss.

The rose was nice. The kiss was delicious, the sensation of Entice’s supple lips on hers was curiously electric. Cinnamon swirled through her senses.

Entice trailed her fingers from her lips, down her neck, and further. Where her fingers went, they left a trail of cream. It started palest white, stark contrast to the perfect black of her skin, but as the trail descended down her body it slowly turned deep red.

Twilight started at Entice’s lips, a gentle peck, a taste, and followed the trail down. She was shocked to find that she could feel lips on her own face. It took another lick for her to realise that she was feeling the sensation of a tongue, her tongue, running along her skin, just as it was touching Entice’s. Entice had cast a feedback spell on her.

Twilight lapped up the trail of cream as it traced it’s way down Entice’s throat, shivering at the feedback she felt along her own neck. Entice gave a happy little moan. As the trail reached Entice’s breasts, the cream turned red. Strawberries. Entice had slathered her breasts with cream and strawberry sauce, and Twilight couldn’t hold back.

Licking and slurping and giggling, Twilight feasted on Entice’s bounty, her own breasts practically glowing from the feedback. Entice played with Twilight’s hair, keeping it from the mess.

The trail went further down. The strawberry red slowly turned chocolate brown around Entice’s navel. Ever the scientist, Twilight performed a thorough investigation to establish the presence of said navel, with her tongue. She was ticklish there, and she giggled and squirmed at the sensation.

The chocolate sauce stretched further down, and the trail was getting hot. Twilight knew where she was heading, and she was desperately looking forward to finding her destination. The feeling of her tongue on Entice’s belly made Twilight laugh, but she started to pant as she worked her way down to dangerous territory.

The chocolate ran out at the clitoral hood. Twilight barely noticed, so intent she was on quenching the fire that had grown in her loins. Thanks to her playtime with Moondancer, and the power of the feedback spell, Twilight had a very clear idea of what to do.

They were both highly aroused by now, Twilight was even groaning with need, but she still couldn’t resist teasing around Entice’s labia with her tongue before diving in.

Twilight explored Entice’s pussy with her tongue. Slow and steady licks swiftly got faster, harder, and wilder. Entice moaned, and arched her back. The demoness’ hands stopped toying with Twilight’s hair, and were now holding her head.

Twilight’s senses faded. She couldn’t keep track of what was her and what was Entice. She could feel her tongue on her pussy, her hands on her head, her wings trapped under her body instinctively trying to unfurl, the heat that was build in her… That heat, that double heat, that promised so much… but she needed to hold on.

Twilight gasped for breath each time Entice let her up for air, and then eagerly pushed back down. The feedback spell sent each flick of her tongue back to her own pussy, causing jolts of electricity to run up her spine, and the fiery pressure that she could barely hold back to build even higher.

With one hand on Entice’s hood, the other deep in her own treasure, Twilight worked almost desperately, trying to bring Entice to orgasm before she herself came. Fast and hard rubbing, her tongue flicking constantly against that most delightful place, Twilight held back a whimper. It was too much. She needed to hold on just a little longer…

Entice howled as she threw back her head. Her hands slammed to the ground, and clawed furrows into the stone floor. Almost there…

Twilight snatched her hand away from Entice’s swollen clit, took it all into her mouth, and sucked.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!” “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!”

Entice thrashed beneath her as she came. Twilight slumped forward, lungs burning, vision blurred, hips twitching from the aftershocks that blazed up her spine.

Entice recovered first. The sparks that flowed through her body when Twilight came were a flood, but the torrent passed before Twilight could even focus her eyes. The succubus shifted them both to a more comfortable position, and used a sequence of subtle cantrips to clear themselves up, and undo the feedback spell that had devastated them both.

“Uhhh,” said Twilight.

Entice cuddled her closer.

“Um,” Twilight tried again.

“Hmmm?”

“Yeah.”

Entice laughed quietly.