Without hesitation, Garin complies. Due to her close proximity, Garin lowers himself into a kneeling position by dropping to one knee, then bending the other behind him. With a tug from her tail, the demon pulls Garins face into her crotch. "Ohhhh, I envy you Eris" the demon coos before backing away from Garin. A rough tug forward sends Garin onto his hands, as the demon strides to his side and sits on his back, her weight digging sticks and sharp stones into his hands and knees, but she is lighter than Garin expected.
"Let us begin!" The demon commands. "Claire, show me your gift." There is a shuffle of movement as the other man is dragged forward. A tug on her tail raises Garin's chin up, giving him a view of Claire and the man. "Watch closely, slave. If you look away I get another... taste..." It was obvious she was enjoying herself, but he could feel her giggling on top of him.
To Garins surprise, the man is released by the women who back off, leaving him alone with Claire. The look of puzzlement is evident on his face as well. With a shrug, he winds back his arm and attempts to deck the woman in a single blow. There is an audible *crack* as he connects but only he recoils shaking his fist.
He cries out clutching his injured hand in the other. "I think... I broke my hand... How... What are you?!"
"Don't worry about that my dear." Claire smiles and with a single hand grabs the man by the throat and lifts him half a foot off the ground. "Just enjoy the ride." Claire pulls his face towards hers and slightly cocks her head to the side into what looks like a kiss. The man struggles against her and beats her with his good hand, but it doesn't affect Clair in the slightest.
"This is the good part my slave" the demon whispers, her tail departing from Garin's neck and to his surprise coils along his sex in an approximation of a stroking motion. Garin can't believe what he sees next. With a muffled scream, the man is pushed into Clair's mouth, her face distorting so her lips slide past his head and ring around his neck. Panicked, the man kicks and tries to push himself out with both hands against her shoulders. A satisfied purr sounds above Garin as the demon shifts and begins rocking slightly. Garin pays no attention, watching in a mixture of spellbound at the unnatural and horror, even the demons administrations having little effect on him.
Clair grabs the man now with both hands, and inch by inch shoves his body down her gullet. Her lips pin his arms, but he no longer fights. Instead, his body spasms. Suffocation? Shock? Some Other paralytic? Garin isn't sure. Either way, once she gets to his hips and tilts her head back, she no longer has to work at it, and instead the man slips in at an alarming rate, disappearing completely within the minute, reduced to a strange distended bulge on the woman.
As the mans feet twist and vanish, the demon twitches above him, and warm liquid begins to drip drop on his back and down his side. "Oh myyy, that was beautiful my Clair! Well done!"
"Is... Is he dead?" Garin manages to squeak out.
"Dead?" The demon laughs heartily. "No my slave. he is many things but dead until digestion. You see, Clair, and indeed every woman here is part of my coven. They are witches. And they fuel their arts through men and women like yourself. If Claire were to preform no magic with her gift, she could be sustained for the rest of the year. But use of my gift takes it's toll on the spirit, and as such drains her, so she will need to feed again in a month or so. But since our slave is so curious, why don't you show him Claire?" The demon cackles again.
"What?! No!" Garin cries.
Claire smiles and then presses her hands to her belly. Black lines ripple along her belly. There is activity suddenly, perhaps even a kick, and a feint cry barely audible above the crackle of the fire behind Garin. Despite the activity within, her belly begins to contract. As bulge fades, her breasts begin to swell with radiant light.
"Witches always have an ample bosom. Clair, why is that?" The demon asks.
"It is where we store their life force, which has the fortunate side effect of attracting prey." Claire smiles, and removes her hands from her now toned chest. Her bust has easily grown a whole size.
"No..." Garin lets his head sink back down to his chest. "Is that what you are going to do with me?" Garin asks, defeated."
"No." The demon says and stands, her tail uncoiling him. "You have a different fate my slave. I'd even say an envious one, but if I had my way... Well, maybe I'll have to show you later. But for now, I've already got him ready for you Eris. Take from him your gift, and your initiation will be complete." The demon shoves Garin's side none too gently sending him sprawling on his back.
Out of the corner of his eye Garin can make out his necklace and pendant on the ground almost within reach...
