"The sex was not my primary concern at the beginning," the man says brightly, the dark russet of his hair flopping unimpressively over his eyes, the same shade of brown-
ish.
"I'm a scholar first and foremost," the man continues to explain, large tan hands already pulling at his belt. Wiry curls of brown hair spring up on his palms.
Across from him stands the imp- he'd been hoping for something taller, more imposing, something more...
succubus-
y. His previous summons had been like that- tall, curvy women, or tall, slender women, or-...
A piece of chalk rolls away from the imp's foot, discarded after the man had finished drawing the summoning circle, which swirls around the imp's feet in careful swirls and darting symbols.
The imp is, at most, five foot even, its skin tone a pale yellow, like the dullest light of a candle. "A scholar," the imp says, lips curling. The voice is feminine- and the body matches, large breasts hanging out bare, purple silk cloth winding around strong, yellow arms, fingernails painted red, thoughtfully. "I'm sure you summoned a sex demon for a very good, scholarly reason, didn't you, Emory?" By the time the imp-woman's finished her sentence, Emory's got his pants halfway down, the tan slacks pulling past his thighs and pooling around his ankles.
"How do you know my name?" Emory looks down at the imp. The pert, pink nipples peer back up at him. Emory imagines the breasts are happy to see him. They look large. Bigger than D cup, definitely. The imp's gaze, meanwhile, roams over Emory's living room, which is where the impromptu summon had occurred- that chalk is going to be hard to get out of the nice red carpet. The eyes are strange, bright red, like embers. Her hair shifts from gold, to orange, to red. Emory waits for a response, but decides to yank his underwear down while he waits. No sense in wasting time. The imp turns, only giving Emory's cock an incidental look before peering up at him, unamused.
"Most of the lower court of succubi have been summoned to this residence before- I suppose you meant 'at the beginning' of your summonings?" The imp's fingernails are long, curved, and Emory takes the opportunity to gawk at her form more obviously. They almost look dull at the tips, forming into little, harmless spheres. The silk wraps around her legs as well, rendering her a stylish mummy, her feet two hoof-like structures, the black of their bone streaming upwards and disappearing under the purple silk.
The imp continues, looking around at the human's residence. "We've all been faced with your indiscretions at one point or another. I think I'm rare in that I've not yet met you and your..." She trails off. The way the imp's mouth curves in disgust would amuse Emory if he weren't focused on her pubic mound. Fire-red locks curl up from what must be a tight, wet-
"Sila was kind enough to tell me about her intimate knowledge of your ass, Terra mentioned your piss fetish, Maize explained to me what you'd meant when you told her you enjoyed meals a little
too
much-" The imp's fingernails flick impatiently as she counts on her fingers her coworkers' words. Emory interrupts before she can continue.
"So you're here to please me?"
One golden-orange-red gradient eyebrow strikes upwards and two red eyes flit to Emory's face. "Every summon is an exchange. What
I
require will be some of your life and precious stones. Diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, etcetera. Silver, gold, platinum is all fine by me as well, though they don't fall strictly within the 'stone' description."
The imp's gaze flits down to the man's bare cock and her scowl deepens.
Emory smiles and lowers one broad hand to palm at cock, squeezing around the shaft slowly. The imp glares at the head of it, as if the sight itself is offensive, before looking back up to Emory. Her hands press against her hips and her breasts bounce slightly, then jiggle with the movement. "I will not watch you pleasure
yourself
for free, either, since I'm fairly sure 'voyeur' is on your list of pleasures."
"I know how this works," Emory says, laughing slightly as he continues to play with himself, other hand slipping down to squeeze at his balls. "It's an exchange. I promise my soul as the bribe. If I don't pay you after you do this for me, you get the whole she-bang. Umm," he says, hands tightening around his cock as he slowly slides them down and up the shaft of it, "the she bang being my soul, that is."
The imp shakes her head. "I charge by the hour. Each hour will be two months of your life. I will also require...twenty carats of gold." The imp's gaze flicks to Emory's left hand's ring finger. "That should cover most of
that
fee. I'll be wanting some sort of gem as well."
"The last one charged a month for a couple of hours," Emory says, hand stroking himself slowly. He nods, still, even while he says this, gaze slowly lowering back to the imp's breasts. They're nice, by his judgement- large, full, bouncy, perky, adjectives that you usually don't get all bundled up nicely in one package. After seeing most of the succubi that Hell's lower court has to offer, though, Emory's begun to realize that their appearances are not restricted by human anatomy's possibilities. And the nipples- hard already, dark pink, the areola around them a slightly lighter shade of the same color. "I agree to your terms, ah...your name?" Color's already begun to rise to his cheeks as he jerks himself off, staring at her breasts.
