I climbed under my sheets, utterly disappointed and thoroughly exhausted.
The only thing heavier than my eyelids is the frustration boiling in my stomach. "Four hours...four wasted hours I'll never get back... five wasted 'arcane' candles. I thought summoning a succubus was supposed to be easy," I growled into my pillow.
The sigils on the floor were ruined, the wicks long burned out under pools of useless red wax, and my body simply aches too much from the effort of trying to tether a demonic, sexual being into the world to continue further. Christ, that even sounds cringe in my head! A waste of fucking time...
..or, at least...I thought so...When I closed my eyes and began to drift into slumber...
I didn't know that something DID decide to answer my call. I had no way of knowing I'd done the dumbest of summoning mistakes.
I left the door open to the nether: unlocked.
...
I failed to feel her presence before I saw her, as she materializes from nothingness in the dark. I failed to notice. In fact, I failed at anything other than dreaming.
I'm unaware of the danger; her body is chaos, carnality, lust, adoration and sin. She is a creature of pure ecstasy and beautiful pain.
I could not have resisted her if I had wanted to.
She has me pinned to the bed, straddling my back with her knees. Her touch is featherlight -delicate. Graceful and terrible. I really should feel the weight, or the strange texture of skin as smooth as polished marble and just as cool to touch. I cannot see her yellow eyes above me, her nails as long as claws teasing through my hair. As I dream, she grinds into my lower back, teasing her pussy against the ridges of my spine. She moans low, like an animal, in the pitch black surrounding us.
She whispers in my ear. "You want this don't you?" I groan faintly into my pillow, squirming away from the tickle of her breath. I cannot see her wings, or the sharp teeth until she teases them over my ear.
The demon licks my neck, breath sending chills down my spine. "So much hard work...all to make a flawed summoning circle...jusssst for me to slither through and take you, human...as many ways and as often as I please?"
I groan again, starting to come back from my half formed dream. Part of me IS aware of her, but my mind refuses to acknowledge it.
I can feel her heat, smell her sweet musk, taste her essence upon the air in my mouth.
"Wake up human. It's time for your reward." My eyes snap open as a slithering, presence sneaks between my legs and wraps firmly -lovingly- around my shaft and squeezes. "Whether you want it or not."
When I gasp and the dream shatters, her laughter suddenly rings in the darkness and she forces me onto my back -I see sex in her eyes as they hover above me. She is hungry. I watch her tongue dart out and lick her lips. Her wings spread wide, and she presses her hips into mine. Her breasts are full, firm, and jiggle beautifully as she moves. Red. Crimson red. Perfect and perfectly created to draw out the lusts in men and women trapped beneath her.
The demoness leans in close, her lips brushing mine as she whispers breathily, "Do you want to know what happens next?"
The summoning circle used to bind and control her, the protections and wards, the spells -wasted. I am to her as a zebra is to a lion: prey. I won't make it through the rest of the night.
"Don't be scared," she whispers, breathing hot air into my chest, "I am about to fuck you in ways you never understood were possible, human...and I've never gotten a complaint when my lovers go limp in the end." She takes my hands in her claws and places them on her breasts, rubbing roughly, pinching her nipples.
