Adam was horny and home alone. He was a scrawny thing with thick brown curls and mismatched eyes- one blue, one brown. What better thing to do than summon a creature from the Underworld?
He sat criss-cross with a large tome on his lap. Within the pages of the book was the sketch of a bald, naked man with unusually big eyes, a beak and long appendages.
Found you.
Not wanting to take blood from a visible place, he settled for slicing one of his light brown shoulders. This spell was only available for warlocks, and he had chosen to become one permanently on his eighteenth birthday. It was a life that came with a variety of hardships- his Aura would attract monsters and spirits for the rest of his life. It was only fair that he did something selfish with his magic once in a while... right?
Once the circle was finished, he patched his arm and began the ritual. His eyes glowed as he chanted Latin phrases, hoping he was pronouncing them right. His heart beat excitedly- he wanted this so bad.
For a handful of moments, nothing happened. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle ticking of the clock. Then, all of a sudden, the circle lit up in the same blue as Adam's Aura, and the ground vibrated. A door manifested itself above the circle and swung open to reveal the Daemon.
"Who dares disturb my hundred year slumber?"
boomed a voice, overlapping the sound of a long shriek. The beak didn't look like it was pronouncing syllables, so Adam figured it was using some kind of Mind Magic.
"Adam Woden? Ah... I was wondering if you could do me a favor."
"Because you summoned me, I am obliged to serve you."
Its words were still accompanied by that horrid screech; he hoped the neighbors couldn't hear.
"Tell me what it is you seek."
"I want you to fuck me," he blurted out. "Until I'm begging you to stop, and then a little more after that."
A pause. Then:
"If I had the capacity for laughter, I would."
Adam's cheeks burned. "Just do it already!" he snapped.
The creature growled.
"Enter the circle,"