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Monz was tired.
She saw women with the glow of maternity, their wombs obscenely, captivatingly outstretched, as if their young are as big as them(She knows that that's not true)... And eyes them with envy, jealousy, want.
Monz wanted to feel the warmth of pregnancy, the stirring of life inside her own gut, the feeling of her own children kicking against her, to feel like her womb is becoming a haven for her own flesh and flood, she wanted to feel her own midsection stretched taut with gravidity. She wanted to feel the same as them.
But, she... couldn't.
"I am so sorry, Miss Monz, but your womb is barren. And I'm afraid that you will never become pregnant unless some miracle happens."
A piece of Monz's heart had shattered that day, and she knew, deep inside her, that only the feeling of being pregnant would fix that shard that stabbed at her every time Monz thought about the feeling of pregnancy.
So, she turned to pornography, of obscene descriptions of women (and sometimes men) becoming pregnant, their womb growing in a rapid pace; triplets, quads, quintuplets... imagining that that was herself, her own body, becoming so gravid that she couldn't move, the imaginary octuplets kicking and squirming inside of a tight, tight, womb... But it wouldn't satisfy her.
And then, one day, she couldn't take it anymore. She had heard of succubus who could make her darkest desires come true, at the flick of a wrist, as many times as she wanted.
It sounded like heaven on earth...
But she knew that if she did summon a succubus like that, it was very likely her soul would be tainted, or more likely, destroyed. But her heart was already broken, she thought, maybe it won't be as bad as that day...
In that instant, Monz knew that she would summon a succubus. If it was the last thing she would do.
"Succubus Summoning 101"...
Sounded right.
After buying the book(with the cashier giving Monz the weirdest side-glare as the brunette left the store), she gathered the supplies needed and began the ritual.
"Lust of red,
soul of scarlet,
I charge thee, thy succubus...
I have a deal to make."
Monz cut her wrist, just enough to get a few droplets of blood. The drops dripped into the melted candle wax, turning the black wax into a lustrous scarlet color. The candle grew brighter and taller, and with pure fascination, Monz watched the most beautiful woman step onto the floor from inside the flames. She scooted back a little to let the demoness have some room to move around, and the succubus let out a seductive purr.
"Ooh, so you are the one to summon me?~ You're quite a cute little human..."
"Uhm, thank you... May I please have your name?"
"Such politeness... My name is Fyrith, dearie~ May I have yours?"
"My name is Monz, Miss Fyrith... Your name is very beautiful."
"Thank you, dear~ Now, can you tell me why you decided to summon me tonight?"
Monz felt compelled to tell Fyrith everything about how she felt, and she knew that it was the succubus's mind control... But she couldn't find any reason to mind it at all. It felt... calm.
And she did. She told Fyrith everything. From what was going on with her body to her desires, and even the porn she'd watched(and read). It caught the demoness off guard, nobody would be unwilling to tell this much unless the human involved either was asleep, or didn't care that they were being mind-controlled-
Fyrith blushed at the implications of Monz being so pliable, trusting the demoness so easily, and not minding the things that can negatively effect humans. And if there were two things that truly attracted Fyrith to another being, that was honesty and an easygoing attitude.
At that very moment, Fyrith made a vow to herself.
She will be mine.