Jason spent the whole week thinking about his weekend. Every time, his groin ached for the need that only the succubus could offer.
His nights were plagued with dreams, more like nightmares. She came to him every night in his dreams, beginning that Sunday night after he sent her back to Hell. That first nights dream, he found himself walking into his own room and she was lying on the bed.
She was on her back, raised up on her elbows. No clothing covered her skin, and her body was as perfect as he could possibly imagine. He climbed into the bed at her feet, which in real life was impossible, since the footboard would have blocked him from doing so.
As he moved up her body, kissing along the way, she let out a low moan of desire. He knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
When Jason reached her mouth, her legs wrapped around his waist and the suction of her pussy pulled him into her.
She was bucking wildly underneath him, driving his dick deeper and pushing him to an orgasm. When he was close to release, Jason woke up from his dream.
As the week progressed, the dreams changed pace. The succubus became rougher with him. One night, she scratched his chest, causing it to bleed. He awoke again near orgasm, but with dried blood on his chest.
After each waking moment, Jason would take care of his uncomfortable stiffness. Each time would take longer than the last; and on Thursday, he was unable to cum at all.
Friday, Jason left work early to pick up supplies for that nights summoning. Speaking to the clerk at the store, he learned that an offering should be made to the succubus, so she wouldn’t become angry.
The man sold Jason a rat for the sacrifice and explained to him how to change the summoning process to include the offering.
When Jason returned home, he immediately went to the darkened room and set up for the ritual, this time adding dark satin sheets to the mattress. He then left the room, undressed and returned with a knife to do the necessary deed for the succubus.
He began the ritual as he did before, concentrating on the words and pronunciations, worried about anything that could go wrong if he missed even a single syllable.
A form began to take shape, as it did last time, but Jason closed his eyes to make sure that he didn’t lose his concentration. The air in the room seemed to become charged with static electricity and he could hear the squeaking of the rat near his feet.
Upon finishing the recitation, Jason scooped up the rat with one hand and the knife in the other. He looked at the succubus lying in the circle and waited for the words to come.
“Who calls me here,” the creature asked in a sultry voice.
“I, Jason, have called you to this location and hold you here until I’m ready to release you,” he responded, avoiding eye contact, but noticing the strong, milky legs and thighs that he wished to be entwined in. Even the watching the tail twitching around reminded him of how wonderful it felt last time when it wrapped around his testicles.
“Why do you call for me,” she asked, the seductive tone in her voice enticing him to come to her then and there.
“I desire the need you can give me,” Jason said, not letting his feet move forward this time, like the last. He felt more in charge than he did last time.
“And what do you desire,” she asked.
“For my lust to be fulfilled and you to be on your way back to your realm,” Jason said. His eyes wandered over her body, watching her hands roam around the supple breast and shining skin over her flat belly toward a shaved pussy.
“We need to discuss payment for this event,” she told him. Her eyes roamed over his body, too, but that wasn’t the only thing that moved. Her fiery red hair seemed to move around on the dark sheets.
“Your payment will be this life,” Jason said. He then slit the rat’s throat and let the blood drip onto the floor. When he was done, Jason stated, “You will leave at my command, no sooner and no later.”
Without thinking, his eyes locked with hers.
“You may not want me to leave,” she said, her carnal thoughts invading his mind through their connection.