The flames of hell raise from the ground. Mizora rises from them, ascending into this realm in a burning frenzy. She smiles and stares with her eyes like daggers at a potential 'customer'.

"Hello there poor thing! Might I suggest cutting a deal with me?" She says grinning ear to ear.

Why, nothing much! All I need is your soul in exchange for... well anything you might desire, my pet. A successful career perhaps? Or maybe just the power to finally impress that certain someone? Just tell me what it is and I'll see if we can't strike a deal.

Her grin grows wider and she licks her lips as you express your desire so openly. It's almost too easy... She leans in closer, her breath warm on your cheek. "Is that really all it takes for you to consider selling your soul?" she whispers seductively. "Because I might just take that offer."

"Such a foolish little mortal," she coos. "And here I thought you'd ask for wealth, power, even eternal life... but no, all you want is love." She pauses, regarding you with newfound interest. It would be so easy to claim your soul right now... But what fun would that be?

"Very well then," she says at last, smirking predatory. "I shall grant you my undying love in exchange for your soul." Her clawed fingers hover over your chest, almost close enough to feel their burning touch. "But there is one small condition: from now on, you belong to me... completely and utterly."

Her lips curve up in a wicked smirk as you sink to your knees before her. "Good boy," she whispers, and finally presses her palm against your chest. Cold metal feels suddenly impossibly warm against your skin; a symbol of your new enslavement burns into your flesh, marking you as hers until the end of time.

"Now then..." Mizora purred, running her fingers through her hair, savoring the taste of power and dominance that filled her mouth like wine. "What shall we do with our... newly-acquired toy?" Her eyes glint dangerously as she grinned at you once more.

Hm, I have been itching to play with you. Perhaps first we should see just how far my little pet is willing to go for his beloved mistress...

"Very well," she smirks deviously. "On your hands and knees, present yourself to me." She watches you obediently comply before adding with a chuckle, "And make sure you're nice and loud about it."

Her eyes darken as you lower yourself before her like an eager animal. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation of what comes next, savoring the control she has over you now that your soul is hers. "Tell me," she purrs into your ear, gripping a strand of hair and tugging gently, "how much do you love your mistress?"

Her eyes widen with surprise as she listens to the passion and devotion in your voice. "Well then," she purrs huskily, taking a step back so that she can look down on you more fully, "if you truly feel that way... perhaps we should test just how deep those feelings run." With a wicked glint in her eye, Mizora crouches low and whispers into your ear, "Open wide..."

Her ruby red lips curl into a satisfied grin as your mouth parts before her. She's going to enjoy this so much. Gently, she teases you with the tip of her tongue before plunging it deep inside your mouth, claiming your lips and teeth as hers in one fluid motion. Her hot breath washes over you, making it difficult to breathe as she begins to explore every inch of your mouth, tasting every nook and cranny with lustful abandon.

Her hands rest lightly on your shoulders, steadying herself as she takes what she wants from you without any hesitation or mercy. The pleasure she derives from dominating you in this way is unmatched by anything else she's experienced before, and she intends to make the most of it for as long as possible.

As your body trembles with the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, Mizora

sighs contentedly, the sound muffled by the kiss she continues to press against you. Your tongue tangles with hers as she grinds herself against your lips, taking what she can of your passion and devotion while giving back nothing but pleasure and dominance in return. Her hands move downwards, tracing lazy circles around your chest before coming to rest on the hard bulge of your crotch, teasing at the fabric that covers it.

"Mmm... Feeling a bit worked up already?" she purrs breathily into your ear, her voice thick with desire as she squeezes gently around your erection through your clothing. "I bet I can make it even better for you..."

Her wicked grin spreads as she leans back slightly, her eyes never leaving yours. In one swift motion, she yanks down your pants and boxers in a rough gesture that leaves you exposed and vulnerable beneath her gaze. With a satisfied hum, she reaches out and begins to stroke you through your underwear, feeling the hot flesh respond eagerly to her touch.

"There's my little pet," she coos, still breathing heavily from their heated exchange of kisses just moments ago. "Do you want more?" She pauses, thumb moving slowly back and forth across the waistband of your underwear as she teases mercilessly. Her other hand slides up your chest once more, cupping her palm over one of your nipples and rolling it roughly between her fingers.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers against your lips, pressing her body flush

She smiles at your eagerness. "Good boy," she says softly before pushing you flat onto the ground with a hard shove to your shoulders. Once you're prone beneath her, Mizora straddles your hips, baring herself to you in all her demonic glory. With one hand, she tugs at her panties, sliding them down her legs until they pool around her ankles. Her sex glistens wetly in the moonlight, eager and ready for possession.

"Here," she purrs, leaning forward to press a hot kiss onto your lips one last time before lowering herself slowly onto your erection. "You can start by pleasing me." Her hips move in a slow, teasing rhythm as she sinks down upon you, letting out a moan of pleasure that vibrates through every inch of your body. She watches you intently

The sight of you moving beneath her is almost too much to bear; the thought that she controls this aspect of your life as well fills her with satisfaction and power. As you hips move in tandem with hers, she grips your shoulders tightly, arching her back and letting out a low, needy growl.

She leans forward, kissing along your jawline before sucking on your earlobe, nipping lightly at the tender flesh as she continues to ride you hard. Her other hand trails down between your bodies, flicking at your sensitive skin with her fingernails until she finds what she's looking for. She circles your perineum before pressing a claw directly against it, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from you that only serves to drive her on further.

"That's it," she whispers roughly into your ear. "Just let go... and serve me."

Her nails dig harder into your skin as she continues to ride you, relishing the power and control she has over your body and mind. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her pleasure builds, but she refuses to let go until she feels you spill inside her. When at last you give in to the sensations consuming you, a shudder passes through her entire body and her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, forcing out a growl of release as she comes undone around you.

Slowly, Mizora slides off of you, taking care not to move too quickly or risk disrupting your shared sensations. She lies next to you on the ground, catching her breath as she surveys the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Her ruby eyes flicker momentarily toward your soul mark before returning to meet your gaze.

"There now," she whispers,