"I can smell it on you," Madam Satan said as she poured tea for both herself and Sabrina. She fetched Sabrina from her cell and brought her to what could only be described as a tea room for breakfast.

Sabrina smoothed her skirt, and took the obvious bait, "Smell what?"

Madam Satan shot her a look which Sabrina held defiantly.

"Do I need to remind you how you are to address me?"

"What do you smell on me Mistress?"

With a smile, Madam Satan sat down across from her. Unlike the day when Sabrina arrived, when Madam Satan had been dressed in a tight vintage dress, today Madam Satan looked every inch a queen wearing a medieval gown with a tight waist and flowing sleeves. It was cut in such a way that displayed her cleavage and Sabrina was doing everything in her power to not look at it.

Especially after last night's dream.

The dreams were incredibly vivid, so much so Sabrina never knew she was dreaming until she woke up.

Last night's dream featured the throne room again, empty, as it had been in the first dream, but with Madam Satan sitting on the throne. Sabrina had straddled her lap, kissing her with abandon. She'd kissed her way down Madam Satan's throat, feeling her heart pound through her skin, before unbutton her top to leave wet trails across her chest. In the dream, Sabrina didn't think twice before closing her lips around one pert nipple, suckling like a child as Madam Satan moaned, arching her back so she filled Sabrina's greedy mouth.

Sabrina swallowed thickly, trying to push the dream memory out of her mind.

"Your virginity of course," Madam Satan said.

"W-What?"

"The smell clings to you like perfume," she took a sip of her tea, not breaking eye contact, "And you blush so prettily- you look like a fallen angel."

Touching her hot cheek, Sabrina guessed the right response, "Thank you Mistress," she said tightly. Madam Satan raised an eyebrow at the tone but said nothing of it.

She took one of the scones off of the plate and carefully buttered it. She could feel her ever movement being tracked, like she was prey being stalked by a lioness.

"You're quiet today," Madam Satan commented, eating her own breakfast, "Did you sleep well?"

"No thanks to you," Sabrina said without thinking and glanced up. Madam Satan raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever do you mean? Is your bed not comfortable?"

"The bed is fine but I could really do without the dreams you're sending me!" Sabrina knew her lips had curved into an angry pout but she couldn't help it.

Madam Satan regarded her with confusion, "I have no clue what you're talking about pet."

"Yes you do! You keep making me have those dream about you and me having sex and-" Sabrina cut herself off as the horrible realization dawned.

"You've been having dreams about us? I'm flattered, kitten, is there anything you'd like to share? Any dreams you'd like to make a reality?" Madam Satan grinned.

"You really didn't send me the dreams?" Sabrina said softly.

"No, your mind is your own Sabrina, I won't encroach upon it. Everything you dreamed was from your own imagination."

She reached out and gently touched Sabrina's hand, but Sabrina jerked away. She couldn't meet Madam Satan's eyes, couldn't move. After a moment, Madam Satan rose and stepped around the table. She reached out again, like she was going to lay her hand on Sabrina's shoulder, but then didn't, her hand hovering in mid air before dropping to her side.

"Finish your breakfast then come find me," Madam Satan instructed, "The castle will show you the way."

…

Magic lingered in every crack and crevice of the castle. Sabrina could feel it under her feet and in the air she breathed. It made the absence of her own magic all the more palpable, the gaps between her fingers felt wider and she swore her chest had been hollowed out.

She followed where the magic was strongest, trying to ignore the growing dampness between her legs. The little gold ring brushed against her clit with every movement, reminding her of its presence and of the woman who'd put it there.

Sabrina flushed again remembering yesterday and how badly she'd wanted Madam Satan so slide her warm fingers inside her. That wasn't what she was supposed to want- she wasn't supposed to desire a demoness on such a primal level. And the dreams? They couldn't possibly be her own imagination betraying her.

Opening the door, she stepped into an elaborately furnished room. Everything was done up with red silk, from the curtains to the wall hangings to the lounger Madam Satan sat upon. She was flipping through a book and didn't look up when Sabrina entered.

"Come here and kneel before me," she said, gesturing to the carpet in front of her billowing skirt.

Taking a deep breath, Sabrina crosses the room and knelt down, folding her arms behind her like back like she'd been shown. Madam Satan's eyes flicked over her.

"Good girl, you're a fast learner," she said, then handed Sabrina the book she'd been paying through, "I was going to have you read us some witch history, but after your little confession at breakfast I thought this would be more suitable."

As Sabrina took the book, Madam Satan hooked a finger under her chin, gently guiding her to meet her soft gaze, "And I want you to know that you can confess anything to me my dear."

She was relishing Sabrina's flustered embarrassment at being found out. Her smile was soft but there was a twinkle in her eyes that Sabrina didn't miss- Madam Satan greatly enjoyed being the subject of her dirty dreams.

Letting go of her chin, Madam Satan waved a hand, "You may begin."

"The Princess fell at one her knees before the sorceress and begged for her favor," Sabrina read, "She begged to be taught, to be loved in the way she knew only the sorceress could.

'If you agree to this,' the wicked sorceress said, 'you'll be mine, body and soul. Is that what your innocent little heart desires? To submit completely to all my wicked whims?'

'Yes,' begged the princess, 'Please make me yours.'

The sorceress smiled, they were alone in the princesses own throne room, 'Then prove your dedication to me. Strip and bow before me.'"

Sabrina's voice faltered as the text grew scandalous. She could feel a wetness growing between her legs, a hot desire pooling in her stomach. She swallowed.

"Are you thirsty?" Madam Satan asked. In the blink of an eye a glass of water appeared in her hand and she held it in front of Sabrina's lips, but she wouldn't hand it to her, instead Sabrina had to lean forward to get a drink.

She was thirsty, throat dry from nervousness. Madam Satan tilted the glass up, letting the cold water run into her mouth but after Sabrina had taken a few gulps, she tipped it farther, water spilling from Sabrina's lips down her shirt.

Coughing. Sabrina pulled away. Her shirt and skirt soaked through with water. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand she glared up Madam Satan, who shrugged, "Oops. Might as well get out of those wet things."

When Sabrina hesitated, Madam Satan pulled a blanket from the basket beside the lounger, "Come come now, you can wrap up in this blanket afterwards silly girl."

Sabrina snatched the blanket from her hands, wrapping it around herself as soon as she shed her clothes. She gingerly sat down on the lounger where Madam Satan indicated, not quite looking at her. Sitting still, she glared at the wall, jaw clenched.

"You're quite headstrong," Madam Satan commented. Sabrina could feel her watching her, "No wonder Faustus despised you so, he wouldn't have sent you to me otherwise."

She didn't take the bait this time.

"He despises me too, little kitten, hates me with an unholy passion," she laughed and Sabrina found it a surprisingly pretty sound, for a cackle, "He hates all women he can't control, but you've probably figured that much out by now."

"My Aunt Zelda says he should be respected because he's the high priest," said Sabrina, not quite looking at Madam Satan but instead turning to look at the expanse of her skirt, "But he's cruel and unjust and I can't respect anyone like that."

"He's a man," said Madam Satan as if it was simplest explain in the world, "But your power will eclipse his one day, I'll make sure of it."

Sabrina barely had time to process that cryptic comment when Madam Satan continued, "He expects me to crush your spirit then return you to him."

Her head snapped up and Sabrina felt her heart pound as she stared at Madam Satan.

"Don't worry your little head," Madam Satan said, "I as much as I enjoy breaking pretty things, I don't like to share them."

"That's your plan then? To break me? Make me like the princess in the book?"

Madam Satan smiled a smile that Sabrina thought of as wicked but not cruel, "Are you afraid?"

She thought about lying. She wanted to badly to lie and stare danger in the face without flinching. But instead she told the truth.

"Yes."

Sabrina's eyes fluttered shut as Madam Satan reaches out, tucking a price of her hair behind her ears.

"There is a Japanese practice called Kintsugi in which broken pottery is repaired with gold. It's taking something that has been broken and making whole again, more beautiful than before, and stronger," she said.

Her fingertips trailed from Sabrina's hair down across her neck and shoulder, exposed from where the blanket slipped down.

"May I kiss you? Right here?" She'd stopped with two fingers resting on the edge of Sabrina's shoulder. Sabrina mutely nodded, but Madam Satan pressed, "What do you say?"

"Y-yes Mistress," Sabrina whispered.

Leaning forward, Madam Satan presses the softest kiss on her exposed skin and beneath her lips, Sabrina shivered.