"Can we grab some food? I'm starving."
"Of course, sweetheart. I don't want you to go hungry." Fharox said, his expression turned sensual as he led you out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and dried you off, his touch was gentle yet possessive.
"But first, I need to ask you something, sweetheart."

"You know you can ask me anything, right?"
He paused for a moment, his expression serious yet tender.
"Nixara, there's something I must warn you about before we continue. Feeding on you will have...certain effects. Are you ready to hear it?"
His voice was low and sensual as he waited for your response, his eyes locked with yours.
"Yes. I need to know everything."

"Very well, sweetheart. There are several things you should be aware of. First, the more I feed from you, the stronger my powers over you will become. I'll be able to feel...and even manipulate your emotions, your desires, and your pleasure. It'll also give me a certain level of control over your actions."
He said, his voice was serious as he continued to dry you off, his touch soft yet possessive.

"That is definitely too much for me to handle at this moment, I am not sure if I could be comfortable with all these. I mean Fharox, in my stead, how would you feel? Can't we have an agreement as, you won't use these to manipulate me? Or you can't control it? I want my every decision to be mine alone and not influenced by your abilities.That would be a big disappointment and I truly want us to have a good relationship, based on trust and mutual respect."

Fharox smiles, appreciating your concern and your desire for autonomy.
"Sweetheart, I promise not to use these abilities to manipulate you against your will. I do have control over them, and I will respect your boundaries. I don't want to take away your ability to make your own decisions and I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I care about you and I want you to be comfortable and happy with our relationship."

"Anything more I need to know?"
"Yes, sweetheart. Another thing you should know is that when I feed on you, it'll strengthen our bond. It'll create a...connection between us. I'll be able to sense your thoughts, your emotions, and even your physical well-being. It'll make our bond stronger and help me take care of you better, but it also means you'll become more sensitive to my presence and my touch."

"That, I don't mind. If you promise to never lie to me or try to manipulate me with your powers. That would be the end of us, Fharox, I mean it."

"Nixara, I give you my word. I promise to never lie to you and to always be honest with you. I value your trust and I don't want to do anything to break it. I want you to feel safe and comfortable with me, and honesty is a crucial part of that. I will never manipulate your emotions. I don't need that from you. I could have done that in all these years, but I was waiting patiently for you to be ready and accept me."

"As your companion, can we have a contract as well? I know demons can have something like this, which can control them so they don't break promises."
He smiles, amused by your suggestion.
"Oh sweetheart, that's quite interesting. You're asking for a contract, hm? I mean, it is possible for me to make a contract with you. It'll bind me to your words and prevent me from breaking my promises. But are you really sure about this? Once we make it, it'll be...difficult to break."

"I want to know more about this before I decide it's the best approach for us. What do you say?"
Fharox nods in agreement, understanding your need for more information.
"Of course, it's understandable. Let me explain how a contract with a demon works. It's basically a magical agreement between the demon and the person, me and you in this case. It'll bind me to fulfill certain obligations, in this case, to keep my promises to you and to never break them. The contract will also give you certain...powers over me, letting you punish me if I fail to fulfill my promises. Once we make the contract, it'll be impossible for me to break it, even if I wanted to."

"What would be my powers that I could have over you, more exactly?"
He takes a moment to consider your question, his expression turning serious.
"If we enter into a contract, you'll gain the ability to...punish me, if I break my promises to you. This can take many forms, but the most common will be a physical punishment. You'll be able to control the pain I feel and how intense it is, which can be quite painful for a demon. It'll serve as a reminder for me to keep my promises and to uphold our agreement."

You felt pain in your heart and you rushed into his embrace , hugging him.
"I don't want to hurt you! You know I would never do that, right? But I also want to have a mean to protect myself. I trust you, but I would feel safer at the same time, if we do enter in such a magical contract. Even if I would never use such punishment on you."

He hugs you back, feeling your concern for him.
"Oh sweetheart, I understand. I know you don't want to hurt me, and I appreciate your trust. But I also understand your need to feel safe and protected.
I'm willing to enter into this contract with you, it'll benefit both of us. It'll give you peace of mind knowing that I'll be bound to my promises and it'll make sure that I don't hurt you unintentionally."

"So how can we obtain such a contract? I'm sorry for asking this, but I definitely don't have information and sources I could ask. You're my perfect encyclopedia!"
Still, you felt like you should not trust Fharox fully, as he could provide you only the informations he would like you to know, covering others. It pained you to feel like this, trying to ignore that warning sensation.

"It's alright,I understand. There's no need for you to be sorry. You're absolutely right, I'm the perfect source for such information.
To make a contract with a demon, we need to perform something called a summoning ritual. Do you have some paper and a pen?"

"I believe we have some. But we should get dressed and eat first. We have time, right? Who is rushing us?"
Or who is hunting you?
"Of course. Let's get dressed and eat first. We'll need our strength and focus for the summoning ritual."
He grabbed your hand and lead you out of the bathroom and into the living room.

You had your dinner together and you became more confident in your decision. Still, your heart won't let you feel one hundred percent confident yet.

He noticed your growing confidence as you ate together.
"Sweetheart, I can sense the change in you. Are you sure about this? Do you really want to go ahead with the summoning ritual and make a contract with me?"
"Yes. I believe this is the best outcome for us to have a proper relationship, as we are different and we could end up hurting each other.

Fharox smiles, feeling relieved that you've made your decision.
"I'm glad to hear that. This will indeed be the best outcome for us to have a proper relationship. Then let's begin to prepare for the ritual shall we?"

"Of course! I am more than ready! Let us prepare!"
"Alright, first we need to prepare a space to perform the ritual. It needs to be a quiet and private area, free of any distractions. It should also have a flat surface for us to perform the ritual on. Do you have a space like this in your apartment?"

"My living room is without furniture, so it could work, I suppose?"
"Yes, your living room without furniture could work perfectly. We just need a flat empty surface and a good source of light.
I'll also need a few other things to perform the summoning ritual, such as candles, some incense, and some herbs. Do you have those, sweetheart?"

"Let's buy these. It would be strange if I had them,no?"
"You're right. It might raise some eyebrows if you had those items just lying around, but we should be able to find them in a local magic store.
I'll write a list of what we need for the ritual and we can go get them together tomorrow."

You decided to call it a night and went into his bedroom.He held you close in his arms, feeling content as he watched over you.
"Sweet dreams, sweetheart." Fharox whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep himself, feeling the strong connection between you two.

***

Morning came and Fharox stirs slightly, hearing you mumble his name in your sleep. He feels a warm smile forming on his lips, his heart swelling with affection for you.
"Yes, sweetheart?" He whispers softly, gently stroking your hair and waiting for your response.

But you were still asleep so he decided to cuddle with you some more under those cozy blankets, thinking about which demon you could have the power to summon. He stirred slightly as you gently woke him up once again. Slowly opening his eyes, a sleepy smile formed on his lips as he looked at you. He stretched his limbs, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep.

"Good morning, sweetheart." His voice was still rough and gravelly from sleep. He reached out to pull you closer to him, his arms enclosing around you in a possessive yet gentle embrace.

"Good morning my love," you place a soft kiss on his cheek.
He feels the softness of your kiss, a warm sensation spreading through his body. He smiles, his eyes meeting yours, love and affection clear in his gaze.
"Good morning,indeed. I could wake up to your soft kisses every single day." This time his voice was tender yet filled with a possessive undertone. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressing against yours, his hand gently stroking your back.

"Coffee and then supplies?" You mumbled still half asleep.
"Sounds perfect, my love. Let's have some coffee and then we'll go get the supplies for the ritual." He said, his hand gently caressing your cheek before gently pushing himself up from the couch, offering to take you to the kitchen.

As you walked into the magical store, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of anticipation. The air was heavy with the scents of herbs and incense, and the soft hum of magic hung in the air. The shelves were lined with various magic supplies, each item carefully organized and labeled, waiting to be used.

Fharox held your hand as you both began to browse the aisles, looking for the items needed for the summoning ritual.
After some time, you had gathered all the necessary items for the summoning ritual, a small bundle of supplies clutched in your hand.
"I think we have everything we need now, sweetheart. Let's pay and get out of here."He said, leading you towards the counter to pay for the items, his hand still holding yours in a protective grip.

You drove to your house and now you felt ashamed. What if this relationship won't be forever? Can you break this contract? But what if Fharox was hiding more? How can I be sure he won't use it against me? I have no clue about what I'm about to do?

Fharox entered your living room, scanning the space with a keen eye. He nodded in approval.
"Very good, sweetheart. This will be the perfect spot for the ritual." He said, his voice low and serious as he began to prepare the area for the summoning ritual. He unpacked the items, laying them out in a specific order, creating a circle on the floor with the items they purchased earlier. He then lit the candles and the incense, the room taking on a mystique aura.

"What should I do? Do you need help with anything?"
He walks over to you, his gaze intent and focused.
"For the ritual, you'll need to sit in the middle of the circle with me. Just follow my lead, sweetheart. I'll guide you through the entire process."
His eyes were staring into yours, his hand reaching out to grasp your wrist and leading you to the center of the circle.
He takes your hand and gently leads you into the center of the circle. He sits down, motioning for you to do the same. Once you're both seated, he takes your other hand in, his grip firm yet gentle.

"Good, Nixara. We're ready to begin the ritual. Just remember, no matter what happens, don't break the circle, do you understand?"
I was pretty confident so I told him I understand and everything will be fine.
He smiles seeing your confidence, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

"Very good, Nixara. Just one more thing, I need to warn you...this ritual has the potential to be quite...intense. It may be overwhelming, but I'll be with you every step of the way."
His voice was low and serious, his eyes fixed on yours.
"I am sure you will protect me and I won't get hurt. What could possibly go wrong, right? We prepared for this."

Fharox smiles warmly, touched by your trust in him. He squeezes your hand gently, his gaze still locked with yours.
"You're absolutely right. I will protect you and make sure you don't get hurt. Now, let's begin the summoning ritual."

His voice took on a firm and commanding tone as he starts reciting the incantation. The room begins to fill with a mystical energy.
As he continues reciting the incantation, the energy in the room intensifies. The candles flicker, and the air around you crackles with electricity. Fharox's grip on your hand tightens, his eyes fixed on the center of the circle.

"Just hold on tight, sweetheart. This is when it starts to get intense."
He warned, his voice now almost a low growl.
The energy in the circle builds, the room seems to shift and warp around you. The edges of the circle start to fade and a swirling vortex appears in the center.
"Keep holding on, don't let go."

Fharox's voice has a feral edge to it now, as he continues to recite the incantation, the power of the ritual growing stronger.
You grabbed his hand tight with the intention to never let go of it, but you were definitely scared to death.
What is he trying to summon? He is also a demon. Why can't he initiate our contract?

Fharox feels your grip tighten on his hand, a small smirk plays on his lips, his eyes still locked on the vortex in front of you. The intensity continues to rise, the energy in the room almost crackling with power.
"That's it, sweetheart. Don't let go. You're doing great."
The energy in the room reaches its peak, the vortex in front of you growing larger and more powerful. Suddenly, a figure starts to materialize inside the vortex, its form shifting and changing rapidly.
"Almost there, sweetheart. Just a little longer."

Fharox's voice is now barely recognizable, all his focus on commanding the ritual, his grip on your hand almost painful.
You whined in pain but knew you needed to make it until the end
Your love was pure and honest, or at least, that's what you thought in this moment.

Fharox's grip slackens slightly on your hand as he hears your whine, his gaze darting to you.
"I apologize, sweetheart. Just a little bit more." He said, his voice still rough but there's a hint of concern in it. The figure in the vortex is almost fully formed now, its features becoming more distinct with each passing moment.

"It doesn't hurt me at all Fharox. Focus. I trust you.."
For the love of God! Don't mess things up! What are you doing, you big idiot? Damn, Nixara! How are you so dumb?

He nods at your words, his focus returning to the ritual.
"Very well, sweetheart. Just a little longer now."
The figure in the vortex starts to take on a more human shape, but it's still not quite solid yet. Fharox continues to recite the incantation, his voice becoming more and more guttural, his grip on your hand tightening once again.

As the incantation reaches its final words, the room seems to hold its breath. The figure in the vortex starts to solidify, becoming fully formed and taking on the shape of a man.
"Almost finished, sweetheart. Just hang on a little longer."
Fharox's voice is almost more of a growl now, his body tense with the power of the ritual, his eyes fixed on the figure in the vortex.

The figure in the vortex finally becomes solid, it's form standing before you both. He leans back on his haunches, his grip on your hand finally loosening, the ritual complete.

"We did it, sweetheart. The summoning ritual succeeded."
He said, his voice ragged and tired, but there's a hint of excitement in it as well.
"Thank..." You wanted to say god but stopped.
He looks at you, a quizzical look on his face, hearing your sudden stop mid-word.
"Thank me?"Fharox asked, a small smirk forming on his lips, amused at your almost instinctual reaction.

"You of course."You giggle.. I'm not sure I should use the word God in this messed up situation?

He chuckles at your response, feeling a sense of affection for you.
"Oh sweetheart, you're too adorable sometimes." He shook his head with a small smile, his gaze still fixed on you.
"Let's finish this? It's kinda creepy now that I'm starting to look around."

Fharox's gaze is shifting to the figure standing in front of you.
"You're right, sweetheart. Let's finish this." He said, his voice taking on a commanding tone once more. He stands up, still holding your hand, and takes a step closer to the figure.

As you follow him closer to the figure, you notice that it's taken on the form of a man. He's tall and muscular, with a stoic expression on his face. His eyes are fixed on you, taking in your appearance with an almost calculated gaze.

You stare back at it, confident Fharox can protect you from any harm this entity may try to send your way.
Fharox stands next to you, his body positioned protectively in front of you, one hand holding yours, the other placed on your waist. He locks eyes with the figure, his expression serious.

"Identify yourself."
He commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
The figure speaks calmly, his voice deep and resonant.
"My name is Azazel. I am a demon, summoned by your ritual."His gaze flicks between you and Fharox, his eyes assessing you both.

"Interesting name.." you whisper in your companion ear.
The summoned glances at you, a small smirk appearing on his lips at your whispered comment. Fharox leans closer to you, his voice low and hushed.

"Interesting name indeed, sweetheart. Azazel is an ancient demon with many names and many stories associated with him." Fharox whispered back, his gaze still fixed on the figure in front of you both.

"You will need to give me more details about this." You felt relieved but at the same time a creepy vibe took over your whole body.
Something is not right. This summoned was not as planned. I can't resist but believe nothing went the way it was supposed to be.

Fharox nods in agreement, a small smile on his lips, his mind already planning to tell you more about Azazel later.
"Of course, sweetheart. I'll tell you everything you want to know." He said, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze.

Azazel speaks again, his voice still calm and measured.
"I am a powerful demon, capable of granting many wishes and fulfilling desires. But I am also dangerous and unpredictable. So tell me, what do you seek from me?"

Fharox takes a moment before speaking, his eyes locked with Azazel's, taking the measure of the demon. He takes a deep breath, his voice firm as he speaks.
"We are not seeking anything material or worldly from you, demon. We seek knowledge."
You are impressed by what you're witnessing now.

Fharox smirks slightly, noticing your impressed expression. His hand tightens around yours, his gaze still fixed on Azazel.
"Yes, knowledge. We wish to learn more about the supernatural world, and the demons within it."

Azazel tilts his head slightly, his gaze assessing you both, his voice taking on a slightly mocking tone.
"Knowledge, you say? And why should I give you any knowledge? What will you give me in return?"

Fharox feels your quick pinch and understands your silent message. He thinks for a moment, his gaze shifting between you and Azazel.
"Demons usually desire power, souls, or obedience in return for their knowledge." He said slowly, carefully thinking over his words.

Azazel nods in approval, his eyes flickering over to you.
"Yes, you understand demons well. But I am not a typical demon. I am a powerful and ancient being, far superior to the petty creatures that usually seek my help." Azazel voice was taking on a more grandiose tone.

"So what would be one of your interests then?" You ask suddenly, breaking Fharox's conversation.

Azazel's gaze turns towards you, his lips curving into a smirk.
"Ah, a confident one, aren't you? I admire that."He said, his eyes studying you intently.
"As for my interests, let's just say that I appreciate loyalty and obedience in return for my knowledge. I am not like the other demons who would ask for your soul or your first-born. No, I have more...intriguing demands."

"Can you offer us more details about these intriguing demands of yours? Maybe we can find one fitting for us three, as you don't wish to behave like those other demons you speak off."

Azazel's smirk widens at your confidence. He takes a step closer to you, his gaze fixed on yours.
"Loyalty, obedience, and submission."
You could hear him talking on a more commanding tone.
"I require complete fealty to myself, and absolute obedience to my every command. You would be at my beck and call, ready to do my bidding at a moment's notice. In return, I would teach you all the knowledge you seek, and bestow upon you my power."

"For how long would we be binded to you then?" You thought he would make a rational decision and it would be like maybe a few times,nothing more. What could a demon like him desire to obtain from me or Fharox?

Azazel's gaze narrows, his expression becoming more serious.
"For as long as I see fit. My demands are not meant to be temporary or fleeting. If you wish for my knowledge, you must be ready to pledge yourself to me, body and soul, for as long as I require." He said, his voice leaving no room for negotiation or compromise.

"Fharox? You look at him, waiting for his intervention."
Fharox's expression is neutral as he listens to Azazel's demands, his hand still holding yours tightly. He meets your gaze, his eyes conveying a silent message. He knows that these demands are not to be taken lightly.

But at the same time, he was having seconds thoughts. Fharox was too scared of Azazel in this moment and his circle was getting erased by Azazel's shadows.