Loyal Untrustworthy Demon

Part 4

Seeing Mizoth standing there in her ultra tight bikini, Sarah couldn't help but look her over. Those melons were barely being held in and the g-sting around her waist was barely hiding anything. I... need to remember to make my instruction clearer. She was determined to remember lest the devious demon trick her again. Taking her eyes off the beautiful body, Sarah turned to the food and coffee on the bench. As much as she didn't want to, she was hungry and though she was more awake now than ever, she wanted coffee.

"Please by all means eat, drink." Mizoth said coming up to the bench. "I made it just for you."

Sarah's want to eat it diminished. "Did you do anything to it?" She asked, hesitant to consume anything made by a demon.

"What do you mean, Mistress?" Mizoth frowned.

"Did you put anything that should be in there in it?" Sarah sighed walking over to the plate of food.

Mizoth tilted her head the other way.

"Oh for. What's in it?"

Mizoth giggled. "Well..." She rattled off every ingredient of both the food and the coffee. Oddly enough Sarah was certain she didn't have some of them in stock. "And that's it." Mizoth bounced.

Sarah looked from the food then back to Mizoth. "Y-you're not lying, are you?"

"Lie? Me lie?" Mizoth gasped lightly. "Mistress, I'll have you know that I don't lie. Especially to my Mistress."

Sarah blinked unconvinced.

"Truly, as my owner I'm not allowed to lie to you." Mizoth nodded.

"Oh really?"

Mizoth nodded.

"Then how do I get rid of you without breaking the contract?"

Mizoth's expression turned slightly dower. "Simple. Have someone or something sever the magics of the contract. Or..."

"Or?"

"Or, kill me." Mizoth said with a tone boarding on the edge of a threat.

Sarah flinched slightly. "I-I suppose that's easier said than done."

"Much easier said." Mizoth nodded with a smile. "Now, please dig in Mistress, it's getting cold."

Kill her, or get something to sever the magic? Yep I've got no ideas. She sighed. Though, she seems rather is insistent that I eat... "What are you playing at?" Sarah asked.

"Mistress?" Mizoth frowned.

"Why are you so concerned with me eating?" Sarah squinted.

Mizoth's frowned melted into a devious smile. "Because you need to keep up your strength."

"Why?"

"Well, your soul isn't all that powerful. So milking you will take a lot out of you." Mizoth said.

"M-Milking me?" Sarah blushed.

"Oh yeah." Mizoth moaned slightly. "See, I'll make you cum over and over. All the while drinking in all the Soul Fragments that come off you. There's no longer term after effects, but if you aren't strong enough... well... you'll sleep for a day or so. Which mean you'll only awaken just to get milked again." Her devious smile widened. "So. Eat up Mistress."

Sarah shuddered. She barely remembered anything about her first... milking. So she couldn't gage what the future ones would be. But if Mizoth wasn't lying... Sarah turned to the food, hungrier than before.

"You seem scared..." Mizoth cooed.

Sarah looked away.

"If it's that much of a trouble... I... no. That's a silly idea." She chuckled.