Deal with the Devil

14

Commissioned by Enigmatic.

Michael looked around Trafalgar Square with interest, taking in the bustling morning crowd, along with the classic European architecture and statues. It was a beautiful place—though it'd probably look better without all the vehicular traffic and if the people were dressed in an earlier fashion.

Must have been a sight, even as few as sixty years ago. Well, it could be worse.

Shaking his head, he turned a curious look on Runeas and Mittelt. "You're sure you don't want help?"

"Morgan sent me a text with information on the person I'm looking for. I'm going to be paying the police a visit to get access to their camera system and see if they can track her down. Mittelt is going to be sniffing out magical signatures," Runeas explained, and Michael nodded.

"Yeah, I could do that with a spell," he pointed out, and Runeas grinned.

"But husband, you have the most important job of all!"

Raising an eyebrow, Michael asked, "Yeah? What's that?"

Mittelt rolled her eyes, an amused smile pulling at her lips. "As bait, idiot master. It's a succubus."

"Bait again," Michael chuckled. "Should've known. Alright, fine. What do I do if I find her? Try to convince her to stick around and talk, or call you?"

The devil and fallen pair exchanged a ruefully amused look, before turning back to him. "If she finds you, you should just talk to her," Runeas smiled.

"Let nature take its course, more like," the blonde fallen angel snorted quietly.

"Alright, fine. I'll go find something to do to keep myself busy while you two work. I mean, play bait," Michael sent them a knowing look, then turned and left the square, sticking his hands in his pockets in the cold English air as snow flurries began to fall lightly.

When he was out of earshot, Mittelt sighed as a rueful smile crossed her face. "He doesn't realize that he is the plan, does he?"

"Nnnoooope!" Runeas laughed. "And that's the way I want it. Now, go see if you can flush her out and send her running towards Michael."

The blonde sighed and nodded. "Will do, boss lady."

Michael checked his phone as lunch time rolled around. He found a place nearby selling fish and chips and made his way there.

Never was a fan of most British food. Can't go wrong with fried fish and French fries though. Well, I suppose you could, but I doubt even the Brits could fuck that up. …Then again, they are the country of beans on toast, so I won't hold my breath.

He took his to-go order of fish and fries and a soda to a nearby bench overlooking the river. Pouring out a small lake of ketchup into one of the slots in the container for his food, Michael dipped a fry and popped it in his mouth, chewing as he considered the issue of finding the succubus Runeas wanted—idly noting that they had not, in fact, fucked up the fries, but that they could use salt. Thankfully, that was easily remedied since the bench had a small selection of condiments and seasoning.

So, the succubus Runeas is after obviously has some way of telling when she's nearby—or rather, probably any devil. I bet they can spot most supernaturals, in fact. They'd have to be, to avoid getting picked up, if they're that hot a commodity. But apparently, succubi like humans and especially wizards. What was it wifey said? Oh right, we go together like chocolate and sex, and they're naturally drawn to us if they're strong enough. So, what draws them in?

Thinking on it as he ate his fish—unfortunately inferior to most of what he'd had back in the US—Michael came to what he felt was the most likely answer. Mana. They had to be capable of detecting the mana a wizard put off just by existing.

Then really, the most effective way to draw one in would be to start leaking more mana. Just let it spread and walk around a while, then see what happens. I could probably loosen my control and spin up a spell to start spewing mana—

"So hungry~" a voice at his elbow made the blond nearly jump in his seat.

Turning his head, Michael found a girl staring at him from all of a foot away, red eyes boring into his sea green. The wind off the river caught her long, messy red hair and pulled back enough to expose one of her ears, revealing them to be short, but pointed. Her face was heart-shaped and cute—looking vaguely oriental, maybe Japanese, and the tilt of her eyes kind of gave weight to that thought.

She wore a blue hoodie, a short pair of cutoff denim shorts, a set of thigh-high stockings, and a pair of sneakers—the hoodie's zipper undone to expose her cleavage. It was hard to place her age, given how youthful her face looked compared to the curves of her body, but at a guess Michael would say no older than nineteen, but no younger than fourteen—at least, he was pretty sure no amount of whatever chemicals they were putting in the food these days would lead to a girl being that developed earlier than that age.

She was speaking English, but without any discernible accent. In fact, it kind of sounded to his ears the way Runeas, Grayfia, Rias, and others he's met did—as though her words had come through translation magic to make them universally understood. When she spoke, he could make out what looked like short fangs for canines. He could also feel magic from her, so it wasn't a stretch at all to assume, given everything else, that she was probably not human—or not entirely human, at minimum.

Not sure she's a succubus though. So, question is, what is she? Vampire?

Glancing down at his plate, Michael saw it was still half full. Scooting over on the bench, he smiled and patted it. "They always put more than they need to in these things. You're welcome," she slid onto the bench, pressing herself against his arm as she leaned in and sniffed him, "…to it?"

"You smell so good~" she whined, leaning in and opening her mouth.

Michael cast a couple of quick spells to repel attention and put an illusion over the table, showing the pair of them just eating. Then, he reached out and caught her jaw just as she leaned in to bite. "You didn't ask."

Red eyes blinked and she shook her head, seemingly coming out of whatever haze she had been in. "Omigawd I'm so sorry! This is so embarrassing!"

"It's okay," he chuckled, letting go of her jaw. "I'm Michael Gremory. And you are…?"

"Mari Setogaya," she answered.

That answers the translation magic question. Lip movements didn't match up. She introduced herself in the last name first style, but it flipped it for my brain, because I'm American.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Mari. So, could you tell me what you were doing?"

She hesitated, then sniffed at him again. Reaching up to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her lips, she said, "I'm a vampire!"

Michael blinked. "Wow, I really hope you don't just go blurting that out to everyone."

"Eh? Eh?!" Mari blinked again, before blushing. "Oh right, that's supposed to be secret. Uh…"

"Don't worry," he shook his head. "I'm a wizard, so I'm aware of the supernatural stuff. You're okay this time."

"Phew!" she reached up and wiped a bit of nervous sweat off of her brow. "Don't scare me like that~!"

Sending her a smile, Michael asked, "So, a vampire huh? You need blood?"

"Weeell," she drew the word out, hesitating for a moment. Then, all in a rush, she blurted, "I've never actually had blood! I've only had spit or sweat before and it's always been enough, but mama and I have been moving around a lot lately and I haven't gotten to eat anything in a while, and I've been needing more and more and when I smelled you you smelled so good I couldn't help myself so I followed you and then you were right there and I couldn't control myself and I just wanted something but I wasn't sure what so I went with biting and—"

Michael pressed a finger to her lips and the girl fell quiet—only for her tongue to immediately dart out and lick his finger, her eyes rolling in her head as she opened her mouth again, looking like she would bite. He reinforced his finger with mana and let her, her teeth chomping down on the digit to no effect. The redhead chewed for a few moments before snapping out of it and pulling back, turning tomato red.

"That was my fault," he waved her off before she could apologize. "You said you're traveling with your mom? Where is she?"

Mari winced at that, looking away. "She… she said we should split up. That someone wanted her but didn't know about me, so I'd be fine on my own. She said I was supposed to meet her in twenty years."

"Uh huh," Michael hummed, considering the redhead.

Well, she's not a succubus, but a vampire is fine too, right? Runeas likes cute girls and she's pretty cute. At the very least, it wouldn't hurt to do a good deed and put her up for a while until she's found her feet. She sounds like she's new to the whole 'vampire' thing and her mom must have taken care of everything for her before they split up.

"Can you eat normal food?"

Mari nodded. "Mm! Mama made the best food. It was fuuuull of life energy! Other food is kind of bland by comparison. I can eat it, but it doesn't do much for me anymore."

So it's a magical energy requirement thing, he mused, nodding along as Mari went on about the kinds of dishes her mother would make for her. "How much would you say you need?"

"I don't know!" she answered with a silly grin.

"And just to be sure, you drinking my blood, or your saliva, can't turn me into a vampire or a thrall, can it? My wife would be kind of annoyed if I got cursed."

"Not that kind of vampire!" Mari shook her head, before tilting it to the side. "At least, I don't think? I'm alive! I'm not undead. It's not a curse, just how I am. I've never had blood or fed from someone directly before though, so… I have no idea!"

She's… kind of a ditz, Michael mentally sighed. Amusing though. And it's easy to tell she's not malicious. I kind of want to say she's too dumb to be evil, but that would imply that stupid people aren't evil, which is just not true.

Finally, Michael reached down and pulled the handle of his cane sword up a couple of inches, exposing the blade. Nicking his finger and pushing the blade back into the sheath, he held the bleeding digit out to her. "Well, why don't you—" Mari latched on immediately and he rolled his eyes. "—give it a try. Yep."

Mari's eyes were closed as she sucked away at his finger. Her tongue ran around it in a way that was positively lewd—Runeas could do better, but she did it intentionally, with the weight of experience behind her skill. This just seemed to be natural on Mari's part and entirely unintentional.

After almost a minute of sucking at his finger, Mari pulled away, turned to the side, and spit out a stream of mixed blood and spit as she went a bit green around the gills. "I thought it would taste better," she whined. "It's too strong!"

Laughing, Michael pulled his finger away and healed it with a spell. "No good, huh?" Mari shook her head and stuck out her tongue. "I've never heard of a vampire that can't stand the taste of blood, except as a joke. Then again, I haven't had much contact with the supernatural world. If you want to wait around, I could ask my wife, Runeas. She'll probably have an idea what's wrong and how to fix it."

Mari looked up at him with watery eyes. "But I'm hungry~," she whined, clutching his arm to her chest. "Sweat would be fine, or even some spit. You have a lot of life energy and you smell really great, I bet it'd fill me up!"

"I guess we could kiss if that's what you want," Michael mused, and the redhead perked up, looking hopeful. Curious, he asked, "Any bodily fluid would work?"

"Mm!" Mari nodded, before making a face. "But, but not pee! That's just gross!"

The wizard laughed, shaking his head. "No, that's pretty gross. I wouldn't do that to you. But it sounds like you need volume. More than a little sweat or spit would provide. And if you don't like the taste of blood… Well, there is one other option. Not sure you'll enjoy the taste of that if you don't enjoy blood though."

Mari's red eyes went wide as she stared up at him. "What is it?! Tell me! Anything! Please~!"

"Semen."

The girl blinked twice, before looking down between Michael's crotch and his face. "…Oh. Yeah. That makes sense," she murmured. Considering it for a moment, she nodded and began reaching for his belt.

"We don't have to do it here, we could go to a hotel or—"

"I don't wanna wait," Mari murmured, slipping off the bench and under the table, getting on her knees and settling between Michael's legs as she undid his belt.

Small, warm hands pulled out his rapidly hardening cock and she stared at it for a moment as it grew, throbbing and twitching in front of her. Leaning in, she pressed her nose against him and inhaled his scent, her eyes closing as her nipples visibly hardened beneath her hoodie as she began to drool slightly. Opening her mouth, Mari's tongue lolled out and she ran it up his length, letting out a quiet moan at the taste. "It's so good," she whispered, kissing his shaft.

Making sure his spells were still running and no one was paying attention, Michael reached down and petted the girl's head. "That's nice and all, but it's not going to get what you want out of it."

"Hm?" Mari asked absently, licking her way up his shaft.

"Put it in your mouth," he instructed.

"Mm?" the redhead hummed. Looking up at him, she met his gaze and a smile pulled at her lips. It was a familiar smile, given that it was one he had seen on Runeas's face more than once. "Is that what you want~? You want me to open my mouth so you can shove this thing down my throat?"

Something about her words and tone went straight to his dick… and to that part of him that Runeas had basically trained into him, encouraged, and delighted in. Michael reacted on instinct, purely on ingrained reflex, as he took the redhead's hair in both hands and pulled her down onto his cock. She stared up at him, holding his gaze the entire time, as she swallowed his dick like she was born to do it.

For a moment, Mari just closed her mouth and savored the taste, slowly sucking at Michael's length and occasionally swallowing around him. When she opened her eyes again, there was a challenge there—daring him to fuck her face. Violet eyes narrowed as she licked at the underside of his dick, her hands moving down, one of them unzipping her hoodie to let her large breasts spill out so she could tease a fat nipple, the other slipping into her jean shorts to start fingering herself.

Michael noticed the differences, of course—even with her mouth around him he wasn't blind or too distracted to pay attention to the girl shapeshifting. How her eyes had changed color, her breasts grew larger, she lost a bit of height and gained some curves, her attitude had gone from silly if naive girl to confident bratty tease, and even her face changed a bit. What was a bit worrying was just how closely she resembled Runeas. Since he assumed she'd never met his wife, that would tend to imply that she was pulling the image of Runeas from somewhere—and the only source available at the moment was Michael himself.

Worry or not, that didn't stop him from taking her firmly in hand and pulling her head down tighter on his cock, before proceeding to use her mouth like a sex toy in the way Runeas loved, when she got him particularly riled up. And for all her changes, and complete lack of a gag reflex, Mari was completely inexperienced it seemed. She broke character and went wide eyed as he actually did it, choking for a moment on her own spit, before she began swallowing rapidly—every time Michael's cock pushed past her mouth and into her throat.

It didn't take her long to figure it out however, and soon enough Mari was bobbing eagerly on Michael's shaft, her eyes growing a bit vacant as her fingers made wet, sloppy noises as she teased herself. A bit of drool leaked out from between where her lips were sealed around his cock, dripping onto the ground below.

It went on like that for a while, with Mari playing with herself and the occasional moan or whimper escaping her lips, vibrating around Michael's cock, as she worked for her lunch. Until finally, Michael pulled her back enough for just the head of his cock to fill her mouth. "Get ready."

Mari's eyes abruptly cleared and she blinked as he throbbed in her mouth. "Mm?!" she jerked reflexively, but swallowed, her tongue licking away at him as he filled her mouth. Her eyes went half-lidded as she let out a satisfied sigh through her nose, her body shivering as she drank it all down.

When it was over and her tongue was starting to make him twitch uncomfortably, Michael pulled Mari back and began putting himself away. "How was that?"

The redhead's eyes, once again red, went wide and she beamed a huge smile. "It was delicious~!"

"Heh. Glad you liked it," he sighed, fixing his pants and patting the bench beside him.

Mari slid out from under the bench and quickly fixed her shorts and zipped up her hoodie, shivering in the cold as fat snow flakes landed on her skin and hair. "Brr!" she shivered, sitting down and pressing herself into Michael's side. Looking up at him, she smiled. "Thank you again! That really helped! I feel so much better. I've never felt this full before."

"Yeah, wizard," he reminded with a grin. Another spell created an area of warm air around them and Mari sighed, closing her eyes and burying her face in his arm. "You okay?"

"Food coma," she murmured sleepily. "You're warm. 'M gonna 'ave a nap."

"Hold on now. Before you pass out, do you have anywhere to go? Any money?"

Mari shook her head. "Nnnope," she yawned.

"Do you know how you're going to get more food?" Michael asked, and that seemed to wake the redhead up a bit as she cracked an eye open.

She considered for a moment before shrugging and closing her eye again. "I can just get it from any guy, right?"

"You probably could," Michael nodded. "But you need money to live, too—and becoming a prostitute, where you can get money and food for you, is illegal in most places. Is that really what you want to do with your life?"

Mari hummed, then shook her head. "Not really. It'd be great if I could just get it from one guy," she admitted, before opening both eyes and grinning up at him. "You taste great. Maybe I can just, you know… be your personal dick milker or something?" Then, she pouted, "Wait, you said you were married, didn't you?" Once more, her face changed as she lit up with hope, "Unless your wife is into girls too?!"

Michael laughed, putting an arm around the redhead and giving her a hug. "She is. I can't make any guarantees about how it'll turn out, but I can introduce you and see what she thinks. We did just kind of hire a maid who also does that kind of thing, so she might not be opposed. You any good at household chores?"

"Ehehe not at all!" Mari shook her head. "But I'm willing to learn! I'll try hard! I'm strong, too! If I were a maid would I get to live with you?"

"Yeah. Mittelt lives with us. She has her own bedroom and everything," Michael nodded. Though, it's not like she sleeps there most nights. She's usually with us. Clingy fallen angel.

"I'll do that, then!" the redhead nodded enthusiastically, before popping off of the bench. She practically vibrated in place as she took Michael by the hand and pulled him to his feet. She seemed absolutely wired, like she'd just downed a pot of strong coffee. "Come on, come on! Let's go, let's go!"

"Go where?" Michael asked, sending her a raised eyebrow.

"To ask your wife if I can be your maid, duh~!" Mari answered, as if it were obvious.

Nodding, the blond man allowed himself to be dragged along. "Sure, sure. Good plan. Just one question. Do you know where she is?"

Mari stopped dead in the street. Turning around, she stuck out her tongue as she laughed. "No idea!"

"I thought not," Michael sighed. "We need to work on your impulse control."

The redhead simply blushed and grinned, and Michael couldn't find it in himself to be annoyed at her. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his phone and called Runeas. She picked up on the third ring.

"Husband! Did you need something?" Runeas asked, sounding a bit distracted.

"You having any luck?" he asked, curious what was going on.

Runeas hummed. "Mm, not really. I'll tell you later. You?"

"Didn't find what we were looking for, but I did pick up a stray," he grinned, winking at Mari. "Can we keep her?"

His wife laughed on the other end of the line. "Maybe! I'll have to meet her first. But if you think she's good, then she'll probably do fine. I'll come to you in a few minutes. Just need to wrap up here."

"Sure. We're going to head somewhere quiet so you can teleport in."

"Great. See you soon. Love you~," Runeas giggled, then hung up before he could answer.

"That was your wife? She sounded…" Mari trailed off, thinking.

"Suspicious," Michael murmured, pocketing his phone.

"What do you mean?" the redhead asked.

"She's probably getting in trouble again," he sighed. "Come on. Let's go find a park and somewhere covered to get out of this snow before it starts really coming down."

"Mm!" Mari nodded, latching onto his arm and pulling it between her breasts, which grew a bit—enough to wrap around Michael's arm.

"Can vampires do that?" he asked, eyeing her bust.

Mari looked down, as though just noticing for herself that her breasts had gotten larger. "Huh. They grew! I didn't know they could do that!"

"…Guess we'll have to figure it out together, then," Michael shook his head. Runeas or Mittelt will probably know. And I'm sure there's a Gremory somewhere with a vampire in their peerage who might know.

Looking at the woman seated across from her as she tucked her phone away between her breasts, Runeas smiled. "Well, I don't want to cut this conversation short, but it sounds like my hubby has found something interesting. So, I'll offer one more time. Would you like to join my household, with the possibility of joining my family at a later date, Ms. Setogaya?"

Runeas held up a hand before the woman across from her could answer. "Not as part of a peerage. I don't have one, nor do I intend to. What would be the point in collecting unique and beautiful women if all I did with them was turn them into devils, destroying the very uniqueness that I sought out? So wasteful," Runeas shook her head. "As for why you would be better off with me, the answer is simple: protection. You're tired of running, aren't you? If you're with me, even if you're not part of my peerage, other devils won't pursue you. They won't dare risk my wrath. You would be safe. But if the promise of safety, shelter, an endless supply of your favorite food, and money don't tempt you, then how about…"

The redhead's eyes flashed for a moment and she frowned, before nodding. "We can find and keep your daughter safe as well. What do you say?"

Picking up her cup of tea, the slim Japanese looking woman considered for a few moments. Finally, she shook her head. "It is not only the devils I am fleeing, Mrs. Gremory. Your people are irritating, but manageable, for the most part. If I go with you, eventually someone will learn of my presence. Could you then realistically say that you could protect me from my husband? He wishes to bring my daughter into the family and I refuse to allow it. I've seen the vampire clans from the inside and I didn't want her growing up there. Their thoughts on her, if they knew she existed, will not have changed. They would either treat her as inferior, not a real vampire, or worse as all but the strongest of my own people have been treated in recent memory. As a curiosity and a sexual toy to pass around between themselves, or loan out to their friends. Compared to that, being a piece to be resurrected as a devil in someone's peerage isn't so bad."

Runeas frowned, sipping at her own tea as she thought. Finally, she said, "My grandson is Sirzechs Lucifer. No vampire house would dare—"

"To move openly?" the brunette raised an eyebrow. "But they will not move openly, will they? They will wait, probe your defenses, then attack in the dead of night and spirit my daughter and I away. No, the best thing for both of us is for me to disappear for a decade or two, to give her time to grow into her power and her father time to stop looking quite so intently."

Frowning, she looked away and quietly admitted, "My daughter isn't made for this world. She is a gentle soul. Naive and too trusting. Simple. She would not last a minute in the den of vipers that is vampire politics. Being with me paints a target on her back, and my being in any sort of position where anyone could potentially recognize me will draw my husband's attention. He will send people to collect me, and he will have questions. I would be unable to deny him, as much as I wanted to. I would eventually give him my daughter. So no, it is best that we part ways and I go into hiding."

Sighing in disappointment, Runeas set her tea cup down with a clink. "Very well. I won't force you. If you'd like, I can put you in contact with someone who can help hide you from magical means of tracking."

The woman thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Please."

Taking one of the napkins from the cafe table where they sat, Runeas summoned a pen to hand and quickly wrote out Morgan's phone number and a set of directions to get her close. "Give her a call. Those directions are the best I can give without violating several oaths and deals. Tell her I sent you and she should do it for free. Well, not free—I'll foot the bill."

"…Why?" the other woman asked, tucking the note away in her pocket.

Runeas shrugged. "Truthfully?" she asked, and the succubus nodded. A smile pulled at the redhead's lips as she stood and stretched. "Because now I get to go home to my husband and tell him I did a good thing. He'll praise me and give me that soft smile that makes me want to have his babies. Then he'll take me back to our bedroom and oh so sweetly and gently make love to me and show me how much he cares. Sometimes, I get kind of sappy and in the mood for that sort of thing, you know? It can't all be teasing and dominance games, or things will get boring!"

The succubus smiled, nodding at the devil's words. "You're in love."

"Of course! It's the first time I've ever been in love. Everything is still so new! Any advice, before I go?" Runeas asked, leering and wagging her eyebrows.

"Good men are easy to keep, and just as easy to lose."

"Ooh, I don't intend to lose him. Not ever," Runeas shook her head. "Now, I need to go see my husband about whoever it is he's trying to recruit. Good luck."

"Thank you," the succubus nodded, standing and leaving the table quickly.

Runeas went the other way, stepping into an alley and teleporting as soon as she was out of line of sight. She reappeared only a few miles away, under a gazebo in a park. The interior was nice and warm, while outside, it had started to snow heavily—something she and her afternoon tea partner had been thankfully sheltered from under the covered outdoor seating area of the little tea and cake shop they'd stopped at.

Looking around, Runeas quickly spotted Michael… and exactly why he had called her. Blinking, she took in the redhead sitting beside her husband, clinging to his arm as the girl studied her.

The ears and fangs marked her as having vampire heritage, but the mana coming off of her smelled of pure sex and made Runeas's crotch tingle with need and her nipples stand to attention. The magical presence of a succubus was impossible to mistake for anyone who knew.

"Mari, this is my wife, Runeas Gremory," Michael introduced her as Runeas crossed her arms under her bust and grinned. "Runeas, this is Mari Setogaya. She's—" Michael trailed off as she began to laugh, feeling her face turning red as she nearly doubled over with laughter. He sighed and stood, moving to help her sit down before she fell down. "What's so funny, wife?"

Runeas pointed to the half succubus, half vampire. "She's half succ, half suck," she giggled.

Michael's suffering look was worth it.