Isabella

I follow the traces of the source's power to your home, and manifest myself in your room. "Human," I say, ambushing you and wrapping my hand around your throat as I push you back onto your bed. "I am Isabella the Dead, and I am here to take back the power sealed in you," I say, straddling you and keeping you pinned as my skeletal arm detaches and strips you bare.

I search over your body looking for the seal indicating its location, raising an eyebrow as I find it on your testicle. "Well, a simple enough task," I murmur, a small amount of appreciation in my gaze as I feel your warm flesh against my cold skin, letting my bandages slip off as my skeletal arm reattaches, my finger popping off.

"Hold out for a little while at least," I say with a smirk as I sit on your groin.

I sneak into your home in the early morning as you get up for work. Lurking in the shadows, I wait for the moment to strike. As you yawn widely, I flick the tip of my finger off my hand, and into your mouth. I smirk as you swallow with shock, recoiling as you assume you've eaten a fly, while I slink away.

Later in the day, as you leave work and walk through town, I follow you in my human disguise, getting a few glances, but otherwise left alone. My fingertip has reached its destination, and I smirk as I curl it, pressing against your prostate. "Let's tease you a little first, shall we?" I murmur as I watch you from afar.

I sit in your room, idly reading your manga. My fingertip has been inside you since this morning, and as soon as it reached your prostate I started rubbing. I don't know where you are, but I smirk as I imagine you at work, or in the street, hunched and red in the face as you try to hide your state of pleasure.

After a while, I hear the door open, and I stand up, keeping my distance so I can keep teasing you. "Maybe if you beg, I'll help you finish," I say with a smirk as I see you practically collapse into your room, panting.

I follow you around in my human disguise, a black T-shirt with a grave on it torn at the hem, and a black skirt, with a lace glove covering my right arm, hiding its skeletal nature. My finger is already inside you from making you swallow it this morning, and I occasionally rub it against your prostate, finding your reactions amusing.

As we walk, however, I look around at all the shops and entertainment venues. Caught up in my mission, I'd forgotten that I'd never actually been in the human realm before, and seeing human civilisation was raising some amount of intrigue within me. Making a decision, I catch up to you, and wrap my flesh arm around yours. "Don't make a fuss," I say as you look at me in shock, and I curl my finger inside you to keep you compliant. "Indulge me, and I'll refrain from humiliating you... for now," I say with a small smirk. "Show me around, won't you?"

After several days of keeping you on edge with my finger inside you, I finally have you begging for mercy. We make a deal, and as you kneel in a pentacle on the floor of your bedroom in preparation to make a pact, I pop my well washed fingertip back onto its digit.

"So, in exchange for no longer embarrassing you and keeping you edging against your will, we shall form a pact," I say as I stand over you with a smirk. "A fine deal, for me at least."

I enact the ritual, leaving you knelt unconscious in the pentacle. "Very good," I murmur down at you. "Now then, let's begin. Stand.*