"You think so? You have any idea how hard it is to read Aramaic?"

She sat cross-legged on the stone floor. Naked. Blonde. Natural.

Directly in front of her was a carefully drawn five pointed star in white chalk. Candles were poised at the points of the star, the flames still and constant in the breezeless basement.

She spoke slowly but clearly, alien words from a large ancient book open in her steady hands; the cold causing goosebumps to appear on her entire body. She didn't notice.

The mesmeric reading abruptly stopped, and a palpable silence took charge. Suddenly the candles began to flicker; an unnatural wind blowing all of the flames anti-clockwise, the points of light stretching like live things, reaching across to their neighbours in defiance of normal physics.

As she closed the book, and placed it carefully in the now swirling pentagram, all five candles exploded in unison, a brilliant flash of unlikely white light, and in the dimness of the remaining candles flickering from the rough walls, the wax dissolved in quivering pools, and as she watched in silence, not a breath from her open mouth, the former candles flowed slowly toward one another, thin brittle lines of hardening wax, gradually forming a perfect pentagon, white and smooth on the rough stone.

The wind stopped as the wax lines met, and the remaining candles were extinguished. The utter darkness of the basement didn't last long though, as the pentagram began to glow a dim red, and the room became suddenly hot.

She sat motionless, her knees nearly touching the glowing points, sweat building on her skin as the centre of the pentagram became uncertain; indistinct; as though the she were viewing it from a badly focused camera.

From the vague centre of the pentagram, it looked as though something was moving, rising from the stone, taking form in the misty nothingness. And the form hardened, took on some reality, became recognisable as a body; a young body; male; handsome. No, beautiful. The mist cleared and the wall candles reignited, and suddenly he stood there before her, tall and muscled, dark and strong, the very essence of masculinity, virulence, sex.

As he turned to face her, his physical build was apparent. His chest was a wall of muscle, his strong face framed by his short dark hair, his slightly pointy ears. Further down, her eyes became glued to his manhood. A large, thick phallus, veined and perfect, flaccid but still firm, surrounded by tight curly dark hair, testicles hanging low and large from his thick strong legs. Completely fatless, poised though standing upright. Ready.

She stood, her slim body a vision in itself. She was unable to match his impressive height, but her firm legs held a strong body, her pale thatch little contrast to her white skin, firm breasts thrusting from her chest, a serious face under long blonde hair. Her whiteness was a studied contrast to his dark skin, hair, eyes.

His voice began the exchange, smooth, dark, deep with the certainty of arrogance.

"Well, that took you long enough."

"You think so? You have any idea how hard it is to read Aramaic?"

"I wrote that book Missy. Don't get snippy with me."

"Hold on. I know the rules. You are the one under command here, you know."

"Am I just? How much do you know then?"

"Oh, enough. I know you can't leave that pentagram unless I permit it. I have to welcome you to my home before you can move an inch. You have to keep your word if you give it. You need to..."

"Okay, okay. That's enough. Alright then, what do you want?"

"Want?"

"You want something. Why else summon me?"

"I just want you to find something for me."

"You couldn't just call the police?"

"No, it's not something that's lost. Just let me tell this my way. It's taken me eleven months to get the ritual right. You can just wait and listen."

"How about I admit I'm trapped then. You think you could pick up the pace a little?"

"Alright, alright. Just be quiet. I've read up on this. You'll try to trick me if you can. I'm not going to let that happen."

"You think not? I'm much smarter than you are girl. Much."

"Lisseth. My name is Lisseth. What should I call you, anyway?"

"It matters not. You are of no importance. Tell me what you want."

"It's a little... personal."

"Oh, now it becomes interesting. Just tell me Lisseth."

"Alright, I'll just tell you straight. I want a man. I want you to get me a man that will love my body. Not me. Just my body. I want him to treat it, adore it, embrace it. I want him to fuck me. Hard, long, deep. I want him in me, on me, above, below, around me. I want him to make me come so much I can't take any more. I want a total release. I want the impossible."

"It's always the same. Used to be that I could supply large sums of money, and people would be happy. Or bigger breasts for the wife. A new car. You should have been around when that bastard Son of God walked the Earth. Happy for good teeth they were."

"I'm not interested in that. You going to do it, or not?"

"It's not that simple. If you'd bothered to read the rest of the book you'd have known."

"What do you mean?"

"You are asking for something that doesn't exist. Men are incapable of such acts. Humans are feeble."

"You won't do it then?"

"Can't."

"So I leave you here?"

"Perhaps not. I have a suggestion."

"Oh yes. I've heard of those. I've no time for your deceit."

"No need for deceit this time. I can solve your problem."

"You can?"

"I can. Well, sort of. You just need to amend the request slightly."

"How slightly?"

"Very. You specified a man."

"A man? Yes, I did. I'm not interested in the attentions of a woman."

"No, that's not it. You need something not human."

"A machine? You want me to fuck some elaborate vibrator? I think not."

"No, no. Me."

"You?"

"Yes, me. I have the equipment, as you can see. I know how to use it. I have the required stamina, strength, ability."

"You think I want to lay down with a devil?"

"The Devil, if you don't mind. You've not summoned some flunky."

"You are Beelzebub? Satan?"

"You doubt it? I've had enough of your games. Do you accept my offer?"

"Shit, I must have overdone the chanting. I meant just to call a minor beast. You're really the King of the Underworld?"

"How about you call me Belial?"

"Belial? The Evil One? Alright. I guess."

"And then accept my proposal."

"Hold on. How do I know you can do it?"

"Do what?"

"Complete my request."

"Oh, I can do it. Observe."

"Shit. How did you do that?"

"Elementary magic. I willed it erect, and so it was. Not bad, is it?"

"Impressive Belial. But let me think a moment. You promise not to hurt me?"

"Unless you want me to."

"You promise to provide the services we discussed?"

"And more, Lisseth. And more.."

"Okay then. How about a little side bet then?"

"Side bet? You dare to be frivolous with your mortal soul?"

"I don't think you're up to it. I'm very horny. What if you can't satisfy me?"

"Impossible."

"You might not be good enough."

"Oh, I am. You'll be sorry you asked."

"Alright then. One of us will have to stop sometime. If you stop first, then I'm free to go?"

"You think you have more stamina than the Prince of the Devils? You mock me at your peril."

"Well then Belial?"

"Agreed. And when you tire first, and beg me to stop, I own your soul. I own you, Lisseth."

"If, not when. Agreed."

"And yet I stand here in this accursed five-point."

"Sorry. You are free to enter my home."

"Thank you Lisseth. You will live long enough to regret it."

He stepped lightly from the centre of the pentagram and lifted his hand slightly. All of the candles around the walls burst to life, and the glow from the floor stopped. The temperature of the stone returned to its normal cold state, and Belial beckoned for Lisseth to precede him up the narrow stairs. Half way up the stairs, the devil put his hands on her hips, and pulled her toward him.

"You waste time Lisseth. The first round begins. A quickie, as you humans so quaintly put it."

Lisseth felt the stress and strain flow from her, and she gave in to the pressure, her hands falling to the steps, her feet slightly apart. As he moved a little closer, she felt his hands move to her breasts, his fingers providing exactly the right pressure, speed, motion. She suddenly needed him more than she could have imagined. Pressing her bare buttocks against him, she voicelessly beckoned him, and he took the hint. Suddenly she felt the weight of his phallus against her, sliding between her legs and to the mouth of her now dripping heat.

Spreading her knees a little, she encouraged his entry. As he slowly pushed between her labia, she felt the size of his penis, stretching her valley with a pleasant pressure, the moisture preventing any pain, and he continued until he was deep within her.

As his hands kept up the stimulation of her nipples, and her hands steadied them both on the steps, Belial began to stir within her. Slowly at first, and then moving with more speed, and sliding almost completely out of her before thrusting recklessly back. Lisseth matched his thrusts, and the fire began to grow within her. Much more quickly than usual, she felt herself on the verge of orgasm. As his thrusts continued regardless, Lisseth's body stiffened beneath him, her vagina clenching tightly around him as her body shook with the release, and she screamed loudly with pleasure.

"Quiet girl. It is but a beginning."

"Hell of a way to start", she stammered at him, totally unaware of the irony of the statement.

Though her mind was taking little notice at this point, her body was aware of the continued thrust of him inside her. She began again to meet his pressure with hers, her vagina still clenching sporadically from the previous stimulus. As he pulled her toward him again and again, she could feel the heat rising again from within her, and suddenly she came again, a deep strong contraction of pleasure, a clamp of her entire body beneath his, a powerless shuddering orgasm, an escape from the pressure.

This time she was unable to speak afterward, half collapsing on the stairs, sated for the moment, her whole body hanging from the invading hardness. But Belial continued to pump within her, his manhood hard as stone, slippery with her fluids, rigid with need. And her body rejoined the dance, her clitoris again hungry for what it could get, and she moved against him. Bending forward slightly, she could get more contact where she needed it, and could push hard against him, his body deep inside her, his large loaded testicles pressing against her sweaty buttocks.

And still his steady movements continued. In moments of lucidity, Lisseth was aware of a developing urgency in his grind, an increase in need. As her body unwillingly took on the challenge, she could feel a stiffening of the weight of his fingers on her breasts. Slowly straightening her body, she altered the angle of his entry, pressure now on the back of her vagina as he continued to thrust. Slowly his hands moved down past her stomach, and through the thatch at her thighs, and as his fingertips gently caressed her almost painful clitoris, soaking and slippery, she reached behind her back to his buttocks, and pulled him none-to-gently to her. She could tell now how close he was, and she dragged her fingernails outward across his buttocks, just as his penis slammed against her cervix, and a fingertip dragged perfectly across her pleasure button.

That was the final straw for both of them. As his testicles released their hot load, and pumped them through the centre of his impaling rod, her clitoris exploded in a spasm unlike any she had felt before. Hot demon semen slammed against her cervix, the heat adding a ripple of tension to the rapid contractions of her vagina, and they collapsed on the steps, woman and devil, replete, relieved, released.

Eventually Lisseth turned over, and pulled the sweat covered Belial to her, needing to see his face.

"I suppose you won."

"I did?"

"I can't take any more of that Belial. And we never even got out of the basement."

"I guess I did then."

"Then my soul is yours. Bastard. But I think perhaps it was worth it."

"I want it not. Keep it."

"You don't want my soul?"

"No. I want your body. Regularly."

"Oh, and I yours."

"Shall we alter the terms of our agreement?"

"You promise to come back?"

"Often."

"Consider it changed."

"Then I must go."

"You must?"

"I must. But tomorrow. You will be available?"

"I will now. Will I need to call you again?"

"No. You invited me once. I can appear without a summons now."

"Then do."

"I shall."

And the Prince of devils, exhausted but happy, disappeared, in the traditional cloud of egg-smelling smoke. Lisseth crawled up the stairs, and limped to her bed. She was going to need some sleep before he came back.

Jun 2012
Very well written, but I would prefer it to be longer, a bit more descriptive.

Jun 2012
Very different from your normal work. I love all your stuff. your greatest gift as a writer in my opinion has always been character development. That's what makes the story exceptional for me.

Jun 2012
I loved it.You must continue with it!!!!!

Jan 2012
What was the reason for [spoiler]? Why was ...[spoiler]

Feb 2011
Thought it moved along quite well. Have read much of your stuff and am planning to read all I can find. Am hoping you are still out there.

Oct 2010
That was delicious. Would love to see more.

Oct 2010
loved it

Oct 2010
You did that just so you could get the phrase"demon semen" in print, didn't you?

Apr 2010
So I was struck by an image today and decided to hunt down Lisseth and the Bargain, which I reread

Jun 2008
Humpin' Lucifer... heh! Now he needs to make her an offer on a rather permanent job - as the queen of the succubi. If I transpose it to my cosmology, the Horned God is much less of a threat, but equaly as virile and would provide her command of drya

Jan 2006
It definitely wasn't a wank story but something I will likely return to read again. You are a very good writer
      GBF: Perhaps you need more than one read to get there. :-) Thanks.

Oct 2005
Okay. Where do I get one? *checking my notes* Pentagram.... candles.. know Aramaic... *grin* That was hot. I don't know what else to say; I think I'm still somewhere on the steps, just barely out of the basement. keep it up :D
      GBF: Good spot, that! :-)

Jul 2005
Very nice. Delicious humour!
      GBF: Pleased you liked it.

Jun 2005
Not but not great. I had to use too much imagination.
      GBF: Come on. You know you have plenty of that!

May 2005
"A machine? You want me to fuck some elaborate vibrator? I think not." My favourite line!
      GBF: Thanks. One of mine, too!

Mar 2005
haha great little twist at the end, very nice little short.
      GBF: Twist? :-)

Mar 2005
Good. Very, very good.
      GBF: Thanks.

Feb 2005
love it you have anything more like it?
      GBF: Welll... No. Silent is as close as I get...

Nov 2004
The occultish aspect was suprisingly essential, while the ending was humorous and lighter then foreshadowed. The writing was extremeley . . . coital, if I can use that word. It allowed me to picture being that man, very vividly. Arousing. Well done!
      GBF: Gee, thanks. I think... :-)

Nov 2004
how clever and creative and erotic.. all in such a tidy little package!

Nov 2004
I don't beg, but you sure would make a girl swallow her pride just to ask you for more. The story was fantastic, the dialogue was excellent, the sex was wicked and marvelous...
      GBF: You can stay. Alright? Just there. Thanks.

Nov 2004
wonderful! really charming/witty/sexy/lusty the perfect combination perfectly written.
      GBF: Aww, shucks, that's the sweetest thing I've heard this week. Thanks.

Nov 2004
Wonderful. Love to see more of this kind! I loved the setup, very amusing. But there wasn't much to the sex itself, quick and dirty. I look forward to seeing what they would do the next day, or several days later.
      GBF: Yeah, it's just hard to know quite how to do it, and... I got quite a bit of flack for this. If you read some of my other work, you'll see it's quite different...

Oct 2004
Just an excellent story. Fun and stimulating at the same time. You should try writing more stories of this nature. Thank you !

Oct 2004
You are wonderful with words
      GBF: Thanks

Sep 2004
Bravo again. I liked this one. :) Source of inspiration?
      GBF: Umm... I never know.

Aug 2004
I'd like to make a bargain like that.

Aug 2004
Tremendous. love the humour, it's really well written and just the right length for a coffee and a few minutes away form work. This is actually the first time I've been moved to comment on a story Love your work.
      GBF: Well thanks. Keep up the feedback. It's what writers eat!

Aug 2004
Very good, I'd prefer the sex a little kinkier, but I'm sure that will come in later installments.

Aug 2004
The very first line did it all for me. The nice little story that followed was sort of delightful window dressing with an odd twist. Nice dialigue. I love your stuff.
      GBF: Thanks.

Jul 2004
interesting ending. i enjoyed the story a. thanks. have you developed the lisseths character further?
      GBF: No. I kind of wanted to leave it like that. But thanks.

Jul 2004
The flip comments made prior to the sex scene were disconnected from the rest of the story. The expressions of the girl when the demon appeared should have been more serious and the demon should have been more violent. All in all, the sex scene was very
      GBF: Sorry you feel that way. All I can say is 'horses for courses'. I don't think I could write something more violent, truthfully.

Jul 2004
I liked it a lot!!

Jul 2004
i loved it as far as it went, but i felt as if it were missing something. I would have liked to have her be a better adversary who would have demanded more. I do love your style and prose.
      GBF: Hell, I was far enough out of my comfort zone as it was. But thanks.

Jul 2004
You should definitely make a sequel to that

May 2004
Why did you keep the virulence instead of virility in? It's a wee bit distracting. It's still a fab story, though.
      GBF: I couldn't resist, after Phil told me I'd botched it up!

Aug 2003
Chuckle chuckle. One has to reward this one. 10 Thanks

Aug 2003
Nice one! Original and enjoyable.
      GBF: Oh, I wish these people would let me know who they are, so I could write back to say thanks.

Mar 2001
Strange, yes...but very enticing.

Mar 2001
A lovely story!! I knew the devil was just getting a bad rap...

Mar 2001
Excellent! Erotic and spicy, with your usual flair for dialogue. >the very essence of masculinity, virulence, sex. Don't you mean virility?
      GBF: Whoops.... Very Freudian though...