Chapter 3: Night in the Woods

Jenny was sitting by the campfire. They had quickly stopped by the Silverwood town again to buy a pair of horses. Dravisha had naturally assumed human form. The seller was some old geezer who had easily been fooled by Dravisha’s charm to lower the prices, which had fortunately helped Jenny quite a bit, as she was on a budget. How the mighty have fallen, she thought. Her mother was a successful merchant. Too successful. A woman who had too much power and wealth was commonly scorned by society, and it is what ultimately sealed her fate. The jealousy of the townsfolk, along with the paranoia of the church, made for a potent combination.

Jenny sighed while stirring the ashes of the flames, moving an unburned piece of wood closer to the flame. Memories of her mother weighed heavily on her chest, but she forced herself to focus on the present: the quiet rustling of leaves, the faint rushing of water in the distance, and the steady breathing of the Demoness lying nearby. Even in sleep, Dravisha exuded an air of predatory grace, her sharp features softened only slightly by the shadows cast by the firelight. The unfortunate brimstone scent lingered faintly around her, imperfectly masked by the musky aroma she used to pass as human. That smell oddly aroused Jenny. All of her senses had been enhanced since she had slept with the demoness, a boon of the demoness’ essence in her.

At the sound of what appeared to be approaching footsteps, she got up and picked up her wand. The footsteps were silent, clearly being muffled by something. This could be a sneak attack, she thought. She peered into the darkness, looking for any sign of a silhouette. She pooled mana into her wand, ready to cast a spell at a moment's notice. Dark magic missiles shot out at her, crackling with powerful energy. Jenny intercepted them with an invisible shield wall. The impact of the attack lifted her off her feet and sent her flying into the air before abruptly crash-landing on the solid forest floor.

Pain exploded in her right arm and back, coursing through her body like hot liquid. She gritted her teeth. For a moment, she was disoriented. The canopies spun like a kaleidoscope, together with the moonlight and stars. She took a deep breath and got back on her wobbly feet. An instant later, a silhouette charged at her with a drawn black sword. Blood-red runes were carved into the blade. A rune blade—Jenny knew which meant the attacker was a Warden.

The Wardens weren’t just any witches; they were powerful witches hand-selected by the elders of the Coven. They carried out the Coven’s justice and were exceptional in the use of battle magic. They carried powerful enchanted rune-blades, ones that cut through magic as if it were nothing. Any witch that broke the coven laws was hunted down ruthlessly by these Wardens and executed. For a novice witch like Jenny, fighting a Warden meant death, plain and simple. She closed her eyes, fear paralyzing her. Goodbye, cruel world, she thought.

But the Warden never made it to Jenny. She had instead been knocked aside by a destructive shadow blast from the now-awakened Demoness. A Demoness who didn’t like having her sleep disturbed. Luckily for the Warden, she had managed her runic bracelet to summon a last-minute shield, blocking most of the corruptive damage from the shadow blast.

The Warden slid on the forest floor, prepared to meet her new attacker. Dravisha stared at the Warden with her furious blood-red eyes that glowed eerily in the darkness. Never one to shy away from theatrics, Dravisha slowly expanded her demonic wings. “You’ve made a terrible mistake attacking us.”

Dravisha flapped her wings, taking to the skies. She disappeared into the shadows. As a master at shadow sorcery, Dravisha had no problem hiding herself; in fact, the forest at night was her perfect hunting ground.

“I can taste your fear, witch,” The Demoness purred. “It’s delicious,”

The Warden desperately tried to keep track of the Demoness, but it was a near-impossible task. Taunting whispers carried by the wind came up to her from all sides, misdirecting her from the true location of the Demoness. Shadow daggers periodically flew at her, grazing her skin whenever her defences faltered. Each strike left trails of blood seeping through her clothes, weakening her resolve. It was clear Dravisha was toying with the witch. She was dragging out the fear and suffering of her prey. Savouring the power over the life and death of this mortal.

“Where are you? Show yourself.” The Warden shouted, fear having taken the reign.

“Here,” Dravisha softly whispered from behind the witch, pressing a shadow dagger to her throat. “Drop the blade, witch.” The Warden complied, letting the rune-blade clatter to the ground. With a flick of her wrist, Dravisha conjured writhing shadows that coiled around the Warden’s limbs, pinning her in place.

Jenny came up to them regarding the Warden cautiously. The Warden’s face was mostly obscured by her hood, but Jenny caught a faint glimmer of silver hair beneath. Her armour—a mix of leather and steel—was well-crafted, with the Gorget standing out. The sigil of the Coven, a pentagram encircled by intertwined vines, was emblazoned on it. “Why did you attack me?” Jenny really wanted to know. She was exiled from the coven; that was her punishment, and no warden should be after her.

“Answer her,” Dravisha purred seductively.

Jenny could sense the tension between fear and hatred within the Warden. Why this Warden hated Jenny so much, she did not understand, she had done nothing to her or the Coven.

“You broke the Coven’s laws, you must be executed,” The Warden said with spite.

“They already punished me for that,” Jenny snapped furiously. They had already destroyed her hopes, why the fuck were they sending assassins after her now. The elders had already voted that they weren’t going to execute her—unless this wasn’t the responsibility of all elders, it was the responsibility of one elder. Understanding dawned on Jenny, “Tilda sent you, didn’t she?”

“So, what if she did?” The Warden spat. “You broke the laws; you really think you can just get away with that?”

Dravisha could sense the boiling fury of her little witch. “Oh, this will be fun,” She said while digging a claw through the leather of the Warden’s vest. It ripped open just enough for Dravisha to slip her hand in and attempt to fondle the Warden’s breasts.

“What are you doing?” Jenny asked, disgusted.

Dravisha looked perplexed. “I’m claiming what’s mine.” This was obvious, she thought. She was a Demoness of Domination. Forcing herself on others was a good way to dominate them. She was going to rape this mortal and make her into a slave.

Jenny's stomach churned in revulsion. Sure, on a theoretical level, she understood what Dravisha was. She understood this was her nature. But knowing something and seeing it were two entirely different things. She couldn’t allow this demon to rape anyone, not when she was the one who summoned her. This was her responsibility. Anyone Dravisha raped was the same as her raping them. The mere thought brought bile to her throat.

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Jenny took out her necklace at once and powered it up with her mana. She threw her hand out with the pendant tightly clasped at the demon and released the stored-up energy. A strong violet shockwave exploded from the necklace, sending Dravisha reeling back.

“Run,” Jenny cried out.

The shadows that had bound the warden disappeared, letting the Warden conjure a powerful wind spell. Jenny could swear she saw a brief glance of gratitude in the Warden's eyes before she jumped off into the forest.

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.