Slowly, she got the hang of what was intended and it was both of us who learned something new. She wasn't one for slow and romantic for obvious reasons and the kiss soon turned into a debauched and thoroughly carnal act. I loved every second of it.

When she started getting a Little too aggressive and began nipping at my lips again with renewed vigour, I quickly released her from my arms and stepped back.

“Thank you." I mumbled in a way that made me look just as awkward as it sounds.

The succubus looked at me and curved her lips whilst flashing her teeth.

"Channa." The word was spoken with a certain amount of eagerness.

“I'm sorry?" I wasn't really sure what the hell that meant.

“You asked me my name. My name is Channa. Now, will that be all? I'm not adverse to whips and chains, you know." She winked at me conspiratorially.

“Right! Channa. Thanks." I smiled like an idiot and didn't stop for quite some time afterwards.

“I'll let you go now if you want.”

“What I want is to make you spill what's in that hard dick right inside the pussy you've gotten so hot. But since you seem so dead set against that, then I have another request for you." For a Lady who was hanging from her wrists in the nude she sure was awfully businesslike.

“Oh, what is it?" I doubt I even need to tell you that agreeing to a demon's request before you've heard it is an enormously bad idea.

"Do you know a truth binding?" She rested her head against her arm as she spoke.

“Yeah, sure." I nodded. I'd used one to make a truth serum. In case you're wondering, hilarity ensued soon after I put it in my teacher's coffee. Our whole class got to know what he really thought of us.

“Place it upon me. There is something I wish to tell you, and I want you to believe it."

I frowned at the odd request. A truth binding involves using invasive magic. Just as the body protects its inner contents with a decent waterproof coating and a sound structural design, it also protects its soul. In order to influence someone's mind or to bring about any magical influence within them then you must first break through that protection. A good way to do this is to introduce the magic into their system through their food like I did with my teacher. Failing that, you have to do considerable damage to the body before the intended thrall becomes weak enough to break. This is why fights between those with magical abilities usually consist of hurled fireballs and lightning bolts rather than simply conjuring up a few air bubbles in their blood stream.

The other way to get into someone's head is if you have their willing cooperation. This was what she was offering and also why it was so strange. She would be highly vulnerable during the casting. Then again,

I suppose she thought that if I wanted to harm her I certainly had the chance.

So I set about steeling my will and casting it forth through her welcoming mind to compel her to speak the truth. It was an interesting experience, to directly cast the spell and sense her presence. She was very good at sealing away the parts of her she didn't wish me to see whilst allowing me access to the area I needed. I pressed my influence and felt her willingly yield against it. I knew she would only speak the truth.

Of course that didn't mean she had to speak at all.

“You're very talented for a novice." The commendation of my efforts brought a thrill of accomplishment through me.