Dear Journal:
It worked! The summoning worked! Now that I have the demon secured in the dybbuk box, I can begin communications with the demon. I do believe I've gotten a succubus, in mythology, the succubus should help me to become a more successful sexual being. I can use her to become more arousing to women. I must first learn her name.
Dear Journal:
Her name is Kallisyia. An ancient succubus- she claims to have seen the dawn of man, seduced beggar to King and all in between. She has agreed to help me, in return I will not only release her, but aid her in possessing the body of a woman.
Dear Journal:
After many sessions, non sexual of course, my penis has grown in length by a measure of 3 inches. My body has become muscular and chiseled, and my voice deeper. I haven't gotten any dates, flirts, yet. But I have noticed girls and gay men obviously looking at me. I have not yet decided if I am going to keep my promise or not.
Dear Journal:
I have decided that releasing the demoness is too risky. Having her released into the world- god forbid possessing a human, would be too dangerous to my community, to everyone, including myself to go through with it. I have closed and sealed the dybbuk box for good. May the evil I have opened up never be opened again.
—-
Henry found the box, the journal he had written in from five years ago. He'd kept the physique he'd earned from his deal, in fact, he kept his penis size as well. Henry instantly remembered his pact.
"Henry gain power, strength from Kallisyia, Henry help Kallisyia take shelter."
That was what Henry promised the demoness, that was what she wanted. That was what he wanted. She had delivered. He had not. When he remembered himself forever sealing the box, he remembered she had made a quick protest before silently allowing Henry to seal herself in the box.
She was patient as he sealed it. It made Henry unnerved. In his years of the occult, Henry knee one singular truth. Demons could be vindictive bastards. If Henry failed to seal the box, or if he reopened it, he shuddered to imagine what his fate might be.
"Henry!" Selene called, "Can you give me a hand with the box? It's got all of my electronics."
Henry pursed his lips.
Selene was moving in, his girlfriend, hopefully his wife would be living under the same roof as the succubus.
She didn't know. He couldn't. He wouldn't allow it. Where would he take it? What would happen to the demoness?
Henry growled before throwing the box back on his bed. He'd figure it out later. First, he needed to help his girlfriend.
—-
Selene was a pretty girl, a charming woman with a cute button nose and deep, big brown eyes. She wasn't thin by any means, her ass was full and plump, her breasts large enough to feed a young man, and she was almost 5' 10". She was incredibly insecure- being a bit thicker than the other girls at school had its toll.
Everyone told her she was beautiful, that she wasn't fat, but she knew she wasn't skinny, and in her own mind, that meant she could only be fat. She played video games to combat the negativity in her own mind, the stories of heroism, the deep themes of modern game making were impressive and engrossed her since she was a child. Whenever she couldn't escape in a new world, she found herself stuck in this old one.
The scars on her thighs reminded her every time she took a shower of the awful things she did to her own body.
So when Henry, a 6' 2" man with chiseled abs and pecs, and that grizzly, sexy voice that makes women wet over, offered Selene a coffee on that fateful day, how could she say 'no'?
She learned to love him for his mind. He was incredibly smart with mythology and folklore. Most of the stuff he talked about she knew and heard of before, one of the many great things about playing fantasy games, but she loved listening to him explain the intricacies of Magic, of monsters and demons, even if they didn't exist.
That being said, she didn't have to learn to love him for his body at all. He could have easily been a male stripper, a gigolo, hell, even a porn star and he would've made beaucoup bucks. Everything he advertised was delivered, as well. The few times she had been given the honor of getting fucked by the man were the best nights of her life. He seemed to know every trick of the book, her every erogenous zone, her every kink and he seemed to make her cum far before he had even gotten close to.
So here she was, in love with the man, lusting over his cock, moving into the house he offered.
She picked the heavy suitcase up by herself, Henry would be moving the electronics by now, and moved them up the stairs into the main bedroom. She'd been in this bedroom before.
The door creaked open and Selene took a quick glance at the room. Clean. She trudged the suitcase into the room and threw it on the bed. She didn't notice the dybbuk box until it jumped off the bed and rolled on the floor.
She gasped.
The box, still closed, was almost neatly placed on the floor.
Curiosity overtook the woman, who left her suitcase on the bed and quickly, but quietly, picked the box up. The box was some kind of hard wood, engraved with master detailing work. She could see what seemed to be Yggdrasil, the Tree of Nordic Mythology, and what seemed to be Hebrew numbers all around it.
Selene would be lying if she said she could translate any of it. But she marveled at the expert craftsmanship. She brought it closer to her face and saw the little lock on one end of the box, and hinges on the other. Curiosity took the woman, and she unlocked the box and slowly opened it.
The box eerily creaked, and Selene let the lid down slowly as the contents of the box were revealed to her.
Nothing. Selene saw nothing in the box.
She sighed, a little disappointedly as she felt the hinges give out from shiver her hand and the lid slipped off the hinges. Though she didn't know much about carpentry, Selene had enough knowledge to understand that that wasn't supposed to happen.
She tried to put them back together.
"Selene? You in my room?" Henry called out.
Selene yelped at the sound of her boyfriend. Her mind focused on the box. It was broken. It looked specially made. Expensive.
Not a very good way of starting her new life here. Footsteps got louder as Henry approached the room.
Selene panicked. She threw the broken box in the suitcase and took out all her clothes onto the bed.
"Yup!" Selene replied.
The door creaked back open and Henry entered the room. He smiled at Selene, and his eyes darted to the bed, to where the box would've been. A glint of fear went over his eyes before his smile returned to Selene.
"Happy?" He asked, his hand going over her waist.
She smiled flirtatiously as his hand found it's way to her ass. She as he guided her head to his and kissed her deeply.
Henry took the suitcase off the bed and led her to the bed. He slapped her ass as she helped and took off her pants. Henry slid off his own and trailed his tongue down her neck and to her chest. They quickly undid her bra and took off her shirt as Henry kissed her aerola, sucking lightly on the nipple before moving his hand to her clit.
Selene moaned as Henry circled her clitoris with her thumb. He took her moans as encouragement and shifted her hand to her inner thigh, rubbing it, massaging it and kissing her neck. Her moans of passion filled the room as her pussy moistened, Henry places his eight inch cock near her entrance, moving her hand back to her clit as he rubbed his erect member against her thigh.
Henry found, after getting Kallisyia's help, that sex was very unlike porn. With his new eight inch cock, going straight into a girl's cunt or ass could and would hurt her. Taking your time is better. Slowly, patiently bending her to you would make her loyal.
Henry kissed her lips and slowly pushed himself into her. She moaned, but Henry only continued his trek into her, slowly going deeper into her. Selene's hands led up Henry's chest, she hugged him closer to herself, curling her legs over him, encouraging for more.
Having gone many rotations in and out of Selene, Henry picked up the pace slightly and began to go deeper into her. It wasn't long before Henry began slapping into her body with force.
He could feel her quiver while he pumped himself in and out of her. She screamed as she orgasmed once more. Henry only smiled and grunted softly as he too, orgasmed.
He came inside Selene, but continued to pump himself in and out of her, making sure that all of her insides were covered by his thick semen.
Henry always did have a cream pie fetish. Always thought a pussy looked better used and abused, just like Selene's did.
The couple cuddled into one another, softly playing with one another into the night.
—-
"Wake up, beautiful."
Selene opened her eyes to a seductive, female voice that called to her. She was curled in Henry's arms, the passionate sex they'd had hours before rushed through her mind.
Selene quickly recognized what felt like... raw power. The same kind of feeling someone felt when someone important entered the room, multiplied by a hundred, lowballing, of course. Selene was instantly intimidated, no, terrified of the presence that seemed to originate from down stairs.
But Selene's curiosity overpowered her fear, and soon she found herself taking the arms of her lover off of her and slowly make her way towards the door. The door creaked open, loudly, ominously, just as it had hours before. Selene noted the time, it was dark, far darker than it was when Henry had fucked her. She instantly likened herself to the many video game characters she had played. The monster-slayers, princes, kings, outlaws and knights who had shown courage instead of fear.
She put on her brave face as she tip toed down the stairs. Once reaching the bottom of the stairs, she reached for the wall and leaned on it. She was still a bit tired.
From the hallway she could see that the living room seemed to be lit with some kind of purple light. She didn't remember Henry having any kind of light like that.
She followed the wall to the living room and stepped into the room. The light shined from the center of the room, a bright, purple orb. Selene touched the orb, lightly dragging her fingers across the surface to feel something liquid-y something, excited. She instantly felt excited, in more ways than one about her discovery as she suddenly lost consciousness.
