Octavia Tullius Nobilior

In some respects, she had not expected the demon, Mattax, to be as polite as he was. Large, brutish and more cunning than he initially appeared to be, but she had thought that even with the prospect of mystical tutoring that he would have been a more trying guest due to his nature as a dark spirit of some foreign underworld, operating by thoughts and customs quite alien to her own. And in truth, there were several odd quirks about him that she paid attention to, in case they would lead to issues that needed to be dealt with.

But perhaps one of the more, interesting things about him was that he apperantly had some degree of authority over darker nature spirits. But, and this was important as several slaves belonging to friends and acquaintances gasped, the ravages of disease banished from their bodies, he was more than willing to leverage his powers. It was her 'dear' friend Serena that spoke, eyes narrowed. "An interesting little demonstration. Though I do wonder, does his power extend to actual people, or merely the repair of property?"

A handful of the ladies titter at that, and why would they not? Her husband, as minor as he was, remained a minor senator with sons commanding respect in their army posts. Still, that was an important question, was it not? "One major advantage of using slaves for demonstrations over free men or women?" As she spoke, a hand directing their attention to a woman with visible warts and rashes around her sex and ass, and the demon presenting a tablet as he spoke in a low rumbling tone, in a language that spoke of primordial ages long past, even as the symptoms vanished, melting away as the slave prostitute cried out. "They are expendable and many fewer questions are asked to their usage."

Each of the other women's eyes narrowed in contemplation, even as she could all but see them doing the mental sums. "Even aside from the business we all have in common," because it was a rare patrician woman who did not have at least some investments in brothels if not outright owning one or two at a remove, "one has to think of the security to ones family. How many are lost to disease?" Those narrowed and contemplative eyes seemed to have a touch of regret and sorrow to them now. "And yet, I now have a guest who is rather more free with his power than the temples."

Eyes snapped to her as she revealed he was a guest. Not the slave they presumed him to be. So she giggled rather girlishly as she shook her head. "Oh, he used to be a god. A minor one of some small tribe, but still a god. And then his tribe was conquered, his altars and idols destroyed and worshippers enslaved or killed and so he was forced into the underworld of his people." She smiled, as she took a sip of the wine. "This happened before Troy fell. He was rather eager to be back in the living world once more."

There are specaltive gleams in their eyes, as his her smile behind the goblet. "As it is?" She gestured and one of the attending girls brought forward a scroll case, containing the relevant legal documents for viewing. "He has consented, while he remains my guest, for me to make business arrangements related to his abilities." She paused a moment, before delivering a wonderful blow. "He did ask to be paid in the manner of the physicians of Babylon in his tone. To be paid regular sum while health lasts,and not to be paid at all while you are laden with disease."

On the one hand, with how common disease could be, the payment periods could get mildly erratic. On the other hand, she had invoked an air of ancient legacy, of history and legitimacy even as she demonstrated his ability to banish disease. But with the promise to come as needed when sickness came? She would not even need to charge very much for the personal health plans. And now of course, to introduce the others to some of the other benefits, as she beckoned him towards her.

One of the reasons why he may have been seen as a god would as like it not be the size of his manhood. Clearly inhuman not merely in shape but in sheer size, it was as much a weapon as any spear as her friends surrounded him, hands over the cock as long and thick as their arms, twitching as they paid it attention. Lust and fear gripped them as they touched and caressed it, the entire thing only increasing in length with his arousal and not girth. Small mercies one could say.

It was Sophia that spoke. "You were a fertility god." It was something said in a breathy, needy whisper, her hands wrapped around it breath on the tip. "How else..."

He laughed, deep and rumbling as he 'spoke' to them, the words echoing in their minds. "Among other things. I was the hunter and the farmer. Animals and plants were in my domain, as well as health and strength." He sighed, as he reached out, caressing the side of her face, 'accidentally' pushing her head forward so her lips brushed the lips of his shaft. "And male sexuality. But alas, time has made me lose so much and I am but a shadow of what I used to be."

A shadow that was still powerful, that exuded sexual appeal as he reached out, large and powerful hands, nails forming the suggestion of claws even as several of his teeth bore the idea of a predators fangs. He was dangerous, deadly and willing to be led around by his cock. Something that made them all damp. Or it could be the whispers, the faint mental murmurings that were for each of them alone that spoke of pleasures and decadence. Which of course is when he picked up Portia.

The other woman laughed and squeaked out as the brute lifted her, mighty hands positioning her out of the way of the others examining and weighing his animalistic member. Lips pushed her tunic aside, nibbling, caressing and lapping at her sex as she began to moan. It was something that sent a ripple of eagerness through them, hands gripping horns as legs were placed on broad shoulders. Because without a word, spoken or unspoken, be had signaled that he could be engaged to act as only some prostitutes did, but as Portia started to shriek in release?

Eyes turned to Octavia as she grinned, watching as Sophia started to kiss and subtle at the tip, as Hesvia and Aurora kissed and licked the sides, her little meeting turning wonderfully playful and erotic.

Mattax

Now, I was making sure, even as my fingers worked into her back, that I was keeping up with my occult education. Mostly because, even with my share of the funds for removing disease, the materials for new rituals were expensive and I did not yet have several important mobility options yet and so my ability to travel was limited.

I had a backlog of rituals and incantations that I needed to try and perform, gleaned from summoned daemons, fiendish elementals and other fiends. Rituals that I put to parchment for Octavia to look at herself due to the nature of our pact. Minor things for the most part, because I was not powerful enough to summon anything of great power along with a handful of gems sprinkled throughout. Little things that would help bolster our power... more than the fact that her close friends were already visiting more frequently.

In many ways, it was the start of a cult. One with Octavia as the high priestess who commanded the others and controlled them partially by access to what scraps of ritual knowledge I could procure. One in which I was the object of worship, but held less actual power and influence than the aristocrat who hosted me among the celebrants. But then that was the thing wasn't it?

Yes I was the big bad demon... but more importantly I was a status symbol. Something that spoke of her terrible arcane power and command. She had me massage her and her inner circle in the estates private baths and she had me slay lions and bulls with my hands alone. I accompanied her in public and was nearly always in her presence, attending to her, studying the scrolls with her in my lap.

She even had taken to riding on my shoulders in public, using me as some kind of steed, demonstrating, to those with no skill in the mystic arts or understanding, her mastery over me. And by extension, as I summoned lesser fiends and silently commanded them, her mastery over spirits and demons. All in all, I rather think she was enjoying building a reputation.

And yet, as the year passed, I pondered my options for growth, and what form exactly that would take.