A request. Succubus appearance is based off of the warlock summon in WoW and her personality off of a horny Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie. Any errors, lemme know, and enjoy.
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Aedin Calder paced back and forth, his heavy boots thumping against the wooden boards that made up the floor of his cabin in the woods. Sequestered deep within the ancient forests of Elwynn, his mind raced as if through a maze, alone and far, far from the prying eyes of civilization. There would be no nosey neighbors, no dissuasive colleagues... no guards to save him should something go terribly awry. He had summoned imps and creatures of the void before, but a succubus? No, they were trickier. It was not at all unusual for less experienced warlocks to be seduced, deceived, and even killed by the wickedly feminine creatures they summoned.
He would be different. He was prepared. He had done everything right.
He stopped, silencing his woolgathering and flicking his gaze to the summoning circle chalked onto the floorboards. Twelve times already he had looked it over, double checking it for any imperfection or flaw in design. It was impeccable, of course, but each inspection assuaged his mind until he was finally ready to proceed with the summoning. Taking a swig from his wineskin, Calder licked his lips and began the ritual.
Standing a few cubits from the magic circle, he drew his hands up before him, slowly, as if lifting a great weight. They glowed a deep violet and a swirl of dark energy gradually took flight around him, darkening his candle-lit room with a menacing purple. The curtains over the windows fluttered as if in a gentle breeze, and outside, beneath the watchful moons of Azeroth, the creaking and swaying of trees could be heard, their branches scratching at the small home's walls and windows like skeletal fingers. Calder was imperturbable, however, and his channeling continued. The energy swimming around the room seemed playful at first, focusing on him before targeting his candles, corrupting their orange flame into a deep purple. Eventually, the energy became more frantic as it was dragged towards the summoning circle, gathering within and coalescing into a queer mass of what looked like molten magma, rippling and climbing over itself. It struck out against the bonds he had set, but a shouted incantation mollified it.
"
Ered'nash ila mornu nakuun. Ered'nash ban Sayaad!
"
He repeated this again, a sweat forming on his brow. Slowly, the bundle of flowing energy moved to accommodate his desire, forming shapes and patterns until it was vaguely humanoid, and then, all at once, it hissed and flashed like lightning, leaving behind in an instant the tall form of a demon.
Sucking down a gulp of air as if he had been holding his breath the entire time, Aedin smiled. "It worked!" Lowering his hands back down to his sides, he eyed his newly bound demon.
She was beautiful but without a doubt demonic: long reddish-purple horns jutted out from above her forehead and then curved upwards like two great spires. Fibrous wings that were too wide for the summoning circle enshrouded her body, wrapping around her like a cloak. On the bottom of each of these wings were small, knife-like growths made of the same stuff as her horns. Menacing, but impractical. Her skin was a light pink, though odd patterns that were dark pink in color ran up her legs and thighs like natural tattoos shaped to look like stockings. They connected to a pair of hooved feet, black and red in color.
Further up the succubus' body, her arms were slender but strong looking, and in general her body was fit and luscious. She wore only a corset made of what looked like plate and a similar looking thong. Her stomach was flat and well toned, and her breasts pushed rebelliously out of her chest piece, offering a good look at her well endowed chest. This hellspawn woman was everything he expected and more. Giddy with excitement, he rubbed his hands together, just now noticing how cold the room had become.
Finally, she channeled her gaze upon him, her almost alien-like features a mask of impassivity. With long ears that drooped at the ends and an angular face fitted with a small nose and full lips, she looked elven, and yet not. Both her black eyebrows and her glowing blue eyes were slanted, giving her an exotic appeal that mortal women lacked. Her raven colored hair, parted down the middle of her forehead by her horns and extending over her ears from either side of her head, reached past her shoulders and came to rest within the valley of her ample bosom. Aedin stared at her for a time, his eyes trapped by hers. He shivered.
The demon--the succubus, he reminded himself--blinked as if awakening from some deep hypnosis, her angular eyes registering him for the first time.
"Master?" Her voice, feminine and husky, had an almost pleading quality to it, as if she wanted nothing more than to please him. "Are you cold?" she continued. "Let me warm you up..." She took a single step towards him, still confined within her circle, and raised a hand as if placing it against an invisible pane of glass hovering in the air. The barrier surrounding her briefly glimmered violet and then returned to it's unseeable state. Her wings shifted; a tail that had previously gone unnoticed by the warlock swayed back and forth like that of a scared cat.
Excited, but also more than a little unnerved at the sight of the enticingly humanoid demon, he exuded his will with a barked command: "Silence!"
The she-demon cringed back towards the center of the circle, head lowered slightly. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the floor and him. For a moment he felt a tinge of guilt, as if he had been cruel to a poor servant girl, but then he remembered that she was a demon just like the imps and voidwalkers that he had summoned in the past, only prettier and more cunning. Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, he stepped towards her in a show of confidence. "You are bound to me, demon. You will do as I say."
"This I know," she said, and then paused before adding, "Master." The succubus raised her head, looking at him intently, but not with hostility. Her speech was fluid, song-like even, but strangely pronounced.
"Good, good." Aedin nodded and looked around as if looking for instructions on what next to say. At last the words came to him. "What is her name?"
She cocked her head. " 'Her', Master?"
His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "You! What is your name demon woman?"
Like a frightened doe, her eyes widened to match his. A moment later, they returned to their normal, passive state. "Sayeni Valezhaiya'iaxana-azemmatholotu... but you may simply call me Valezha, or Sayeni, as I know my full name is being a handful for you mortals."
Sayeni. Valezha. He juggled the names in his head as he studied her. She did not appear rebellious or otherwise violent. Still, that could easily be the measured ruse of a very old and evil being. "Tell me Valezha, do you resent me for binding you?"
