In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have done the summoning ritual in the first place.
After browsing through some antique books at the thrift shop I usually haunt, Books and Baubles, I found instructions on how to summon a demon ironically tucked away inside a Bible.
I decided to do it, just for shits and giggles.
After getting the necessary supplies, I set everything up carefully, taking extra care to draw the curtains of my windows. I like those thick, heavy drapes that cancel out the sun at any time, so I have random lamps scattered strategically around my living room.
However, the ritual called for candles, so candles I'm using. I took the nice smelling vanilla one from my room, and scrounged up another one from the bathroom.
After placing the last item down on my floor, I sit back on my heels, admiring my handiwork. This should be an interesting break from my boring, monotonous life.
This particular ritual seemed like it's to summon a demon associated with the Christian faith. I didn't have a random cross just laying around, nor some holy water, so I'm using a little hand eye totem I bought a while ago.
The totem goes in a little sack made of fine velvet around my neck.
Taking a deep breath, I begin the ritual, glancing over at the paper every so often for reference.
I push all thoughts of failure and fear out of my head, instead opting to concentrate on what I'm doing. If I mess this up, I'm either going to go to bed very disappointed, very sick or very dead.
After minimal stumbling over Latin, and the beginnings of pins and needles in my legs, I've finally completed the ritual.
Breathing out, I hand up and dust my hands off, squinting around the room for any signs of otherworldly activity. There's no huge red skinned people, no flames of brimstone and the screams of the damned. Not even a single whiff a smoke.
Sighing, I bend over to gather my materials, when I feel a hand ghost over my back.
A strangled scream escapes my throat and I straighten up and jump away from whatever touched me, holding out my totem necklace in defense.
Deep, disembodied laughter echos around my room, and I wildly look around, fear churning in my stomach.
"Well, what do we have here?" My eyes are instantly drawn to a red, shimmering spot materialising in the middle of my living room, seemingly the origin of the voice.
A horn pokes through the rift, then a leg, followed by a body, and then someone is standing in my living room, eyes flashing dangerously in the candlelight.
"It worked?" I gape at the creature, momentarily forgetting the peril I'm in. I take a few steps forward, wanting to touch, but then I finally tune into the sound of the alarm bells blaring in my head.
The demon chuckles again as I scramble away from it again. Its tail, almost invisible in the low light, lashes behind its body. A neat, crisp-looking suit adorns its body, a blood-red tie completing the whole businessman look.
"It looks like you didn't summon me on accident, little human," It takes a step closer to me, its beautiful lips curved up into a sly smile. "But if you did do in on purpose, where's my offering?"
My blood freezes in my veins and I reach up to grab the totem again. I can feel my heart thundering in my chest, the fear leadening my footsteps.
"Offering?" I squeak out, dropping my gaze to the floor. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I didn't know I was supposed to have one of those."
The demon hums thoughtfully, and I can sense it getting closer to me. Unfortunately, there is only wall behind me, preventing me from going any further back.
"I suppose I'll just have to take one from you," It says almost gleefully. My gaze snaps up to look at it as my eyes widen in horror.
I didn't know that summoning a demon would have such a price to pay. Sure, I heard in shows and books about demons, but I don't think those would be a reliable source.
"What are you going to take?" I scrape whatever courage is left at the bottom of my barrel, and draw myself up. "My soul? I won't let you, I've asked you for nothing."
It laughs, deep, booming laughter resonating through my living room again. I can feel it in my chest, vibrating my very bones. It makes me feel oddly safe?
Shaking off those thoughts, I refocus back to my predicament at hand.
"Your soul? Darling, don't give yourself too much credit," It moves closer. I can smell the fiery heat on its body, and a cloying, sweet scent and turns the edges of my thoughts fuzzy.
"I'm going to take your body," The demon continues, trailing a slow hand over my arm. "If you have nothing to offer me, then your body will become mine, human."
I slap its hand away and turn my head away, heart pounding. "You're not taking shit from me, I don't owe you anything."
Even though I tried to make my voice sound firm, I couldn't stop a slight tremor creeping in. The absurdity of this situation hits me like a ton of bricks.
Here I am, standing in my living room, a demon in front of me, telling me that it wants my body because I summoned it.
"I'm going to have you," Its voice had dropped to a low whisper, an undercurrent of static making my body feel warm. "You can't stop me, and you don't want me to stop. Just take off your little necklace, and let me in."
Those last words were stronger, forceful, and the warmth in my body spreads more, condensing down into one spot. My dick.
Its words echo in my brain, loudly, a command that needs to be followed. Staring up into its mesmerising eyes, I move a hand to the cloth necklace around my neck.
I can't remember why I even had it on in the first place. If it doesn't want me to have it on, then I won't wear it.
"Good boy," It murmurs, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine as I remove it and toss it aside. "I want you to undress for me. Let me see your body."
The edges of my thoughts grow even fuzzier as I do what it says, exposing my skin to the cold air with a shiver. My dick feels warm, too warm. If I don't get some friction, some release, then I'll...I'll...
