Daniel walked home from the library, his backpack hung over his shoulder. He walked slowly and without purpose, it wasn't as if he had to be anywhere anytime soon. He had graduated high school several months before, had no job and no chance at getting into college and still living with his mother and father, so his days were mostly spent reading books and playing on the Internet.
He walked through the park on the way back to his house, passing groups of friends, all laughing and joking around, some throwing footballs and others trying to impress girls. He didn't have any friends in the city, only on the Internet. He found he didn't have a lot in common with most of the guys his own age, and the girls rarely wanted to talk to him. It wasn't that he was repulsive; it was just that when he got around a pretty girl, he got so nervous that he would end up making a complete ass out of himself and scaring the girl off. It was a lonely life, but he got by. He was naturally a loner and enjoyed his solitude.
The library was only a few blocks from where he lived, so it didn't take him long to get home. He stepped through the front door and saw his mother vacuuming the floor of the living room. She was wearing a loose top and tight fitting pants, moving back and forth around the furniture, not hearing him enter over the sound of the vacuum cleaner. At 38, she still had an incredible body, long brunette hair that went down her back, and although he couldn't see it due to the shirt she was wearing, she had a nice set of breasts, he assumed that they were at least high C's or at least low D's. She had a thin figure with a tight tummy, which was impressive as it was after having 2 children.
Aside from the large breasts and the firm tummy, her most amazing feature was definitely her ass. She had a large ass, but not large enough to be grotesque in some way, he did not like women whose asses were enormous. The most amazing thing was how firm it was. He had, not intentionally, mind you, brushed against her ass on several occasions when reaching for something in the kitchen or when both of them went through the hallway. He blamed his mother for his own affinity to women with nice behinds. He had once overheard them talking on his father's birthday, being drunk from the festivities, trying to talk her into anal sex. She had immediately and without discussion turned him down. He felt sorry for his father. It must be torture to be married to a woman with an ass as nice as hers and not be able to take full advantage of it, it was such a waste.
He walked passed her to the stairs, giving her a slight wave as he went and continued upstairs toward his room. He had more than once fantasized about his mother, it had started one day when he was younger and she was walking around in her bra and panties trying to find the right blouse for an interview for a job she didn't get anyway. It was the closest he had ever seen to a naked woman and that thought filled his mind whenever he masturbated for weeks. Later on, his fantasies of her stopped as he obtained access to the internet at a later age, having much younger women to be able to fantasize about. As the years went on, he still fantasized about her every now and then. His fantasies almost always involved him completely dominating her, and always involved that amazing ass.
He got to his room and sat down on his computer, the first thing he did every day, nearly all day and got lost for several hours in articles, discussion and several games, only taking a break to go downstairs and get some food. His parents were asleep by this time, and he walked back through the dark house to his room. He went to sit back down at his desk before he noticed the backpack by his bed. He had completely forgotten about the books he had picked up at the library. He rustled through his backpack before finally coming upon the one book he had felt truly interested in. It looked to be an extremely old book, with lettering that he was completely unfamiliar with. From the pictures inside it appeared to be some sort of occult book, and while he never would believe in any of the things that was in these books, it was fun to amuse him with worlds where sometimes the demons did exist.
He had found the book far in the back of the city library, and it had no stickers or tags that made it plain that it was property of the library, so rather than attempt to check it out, he simply placed it in his backpack before going to check out the other books he wanted. He was not a thief, but the fact that the book had no labels on it meant that it was not in the libraries inventory, and wouldn't be missed. On top of that, the opportunity to put the book in his personal library at home was too much to pass up.
None of the printed text was in English, but below most of the pages someone had written English translations for the pages in pen. He read through page after page, reading the descriptions on the pages that were translated and reading the descriptions. There were all kinds of things, not the normal type spells and such that you would find in your normal everyday book store occult fiction. Things like ways to make your familiar devote itself to you, make people forget things, and other strange pages. He came across a picture of a nearly naked demon, it looked mostly human, and had the translated title of succubus and a translation. The words were not in English, but the letters were and he decided to have fun and sound them out.
"Ishk Leiuh Nevra tklin hkruam"
He looked up and around his room, then laughed as he realized he had actually expected something to happen. He laughed and threw the book down on the bed, getting up and walking to his computer, as suddenly from nowhere a bright red flash appeared in the middle of the room and dissipated, leaving behind someone, or something in its place. The demon looked very close to the picture from the book. She had dark bat-like wings protruding from her back, as well as a prehensile tail coming from just above the crack of her amazing ass. She had long dark hair, very large and what appeared to be very firm breasts, as well as the body of a gymnast. Her eyes weren't quite right, they seems almost feline in a way, and her fingers ended in what looked more like a claw than a finger with the shape of her long nails. Nearly her entire body was exposed; wearing only what appeared to be some type of leather thong and a large leather strap (he couldn't really call it a bra) that covered part of her breasts.
He stood in the middle of the room, halfway between his bed and his computer chair, staring at the demon. Confused, elated, terrified and completely turned on. He looked her up and down, taking in every single detail of her absolutely incredible body.
She looked around the strange room, then directly at him, asking an obvious question, "By whom was I summoned, and for what purpose!?"
Daniel looked somewhat worried at her hostile tone, not knowing much about demons in any way, he assumed that she was extremely dangerous, "Erm... I did..."
The demon looked him up and down, taking a good measure of him, before replying, "And why was I summoned???"
She appeared to becoming more hostile with every word she spoke, he tried to speak as diplomatically as possible to save himself. "It was... it was kind of an accident..." he said, in what he would later pretend was a calm and cool voice.
