Zerafina stared down at the pages of the spell, running her tongue slowly over her lips. She knew the spell would summon the Demon Lord Nyyphas, a demon that her former master, a now deceased warlock thanks to an overly-righteous baron, had frequently bargained with for forbidden knowledge. The problem facing Zerafina, however, was that her master had bartered with the sweet supple flesh of slaves. She did not have nearly the funds required to purchase a slave to sacrifice to the demon's lust, and she didn't want to attract unwanted attention by trying to kidnap someone.
Sighing and rubbing her eyes, she looked around the small room she had rented. Having deciphered the scroll, she had approached the keeper of the Gelded Gryphon, the inn she had stopped at for the night. The barkeep, bald and portly, had probably hoped that she was looking for a job, or was willing to be his bedwarmer in exchange for room and board. Zerafina had parted with one of her few silver coins for the room much to his dismay. Her impish familiar Tidget was already curled up on the bed, but Zerafina still found herself, eyes straining, puzzling out the requirements of the ritual.
The room was warm at least, and the closed door muted the sounds of the common room below. Zerafina had cast a minor spell, reinforcing the door, insuring that no one would be able to intrude and take advantage of her. As she studied the spell, she noticed that the symbols and runes on the page began to waver and swim. A sense of immediacy overtook her, a compulsion to write down the symbols before they became a meaningless blur. Her master had often stressed to her the importance of concentration of making sure that her mind remained in the necessary state to cast spells. Unfortunately for Zerafina, academia hardly acted as an aphrodisiac and it seemed there needed to be a certain state of sexual arousal for her to make sense of the spell.
She had her own book open, the one that her former master had encouraged her to use for her own research, and he had a quill and bottle of ink. Quickly, by the light of the candle, she sketched the symbols into the book. As she moved the quill faster and faster, she felt a tingling that started in her hand, traveled up to her arm, and descended down between her breasts to her pussy in an unmistakable sense of arousal. She felt suddenly dizzy, as if the world was rushing up to meet her, but she was kept from falling out of the chair by a strong hands, Zerafina jerked suddenly, trying to free herself from the unexpected embrace, but the hands held her tight keeping her on the chair. She looked down to see that the appendages emerged straight from the floor, the limbs scaled and ending in six-clawed talons that dug uncomfortably into her soft skin through her thin, low-cut dress. There were four of the limbs, each grabbing a leg or arm.
Zerafina felt a scream catch in her throat when out of the candle-formed shadows of the room a broad-shouldered figure appeared. His smooth, hairless skin was the color of marble, and his erection stood rampant in front of him. His eyes were slit like a cats, reflecting green in the dim light, and a thin, long barbed tail whipped behind him.
"Art thou the one so foolish as to call me?" The demon's voice was like silk on steel and Zerafina could feel her own unnatural lust grow. She nodded, helpless in the grasp of the claws that her.
The demon glanced down at the two tomes on the table between them, then his eyes flicked back to Zerafina, his long tongue lolling from his mouth. "How didst thou come by that book, slut?" the demon queried, his voice unnervingly calm.
"It was my master's," Zerafina gasped as one of the claws slid up her leg, one of the talons pressing gently on her pussy through her robe. Her entire being was on the edge of an orgasm that refused to crest, and she could not tear her eyes away from the demon's cock. "The Baron of Gorendale killed him so I took it and fled."
The demon made a tsking sound. "And didst not thine master caution thee of the consequences if thou didst conjure me without use of the proper sacrifice?" The demon picked up and moved to the side the table that Zerafina had been using. He ran the back of a clawed finger across Zerafina's cheek. She moaned in ecstasy, the touch enflaming her every nerve.
"I... I did not conjure you," she moaned, twisting in the grip of the taloned hands. The claw between her leg rubbed slightly faster against her pussy, and she could feel her pussy dripping.
"Didst thou not?" the demon asked with a laugh. He held up Zerafina's book, flipping to where she had copied the symbols and runes of the ritual. "There is more than one way to call a demon, and my kind hears more than just what you utter aloud." He hooked his talons into the front of her robes and pulled down, his claws parting the fabric and exposing her full breasts and taut stomach. He reached down and cupped her breast, his rough thumb playing over her nipple. "Thine old master served me well, though I wonder why he didst keep thee from me. All is not lost, though. Wouldst thou serve me Zerafina?"
"Yes!" Zerfaina gasped. The demon's touch was like fire, a pleasure so intense as to be torture.
"Serve me and I will give you my dark blessing. Serve me well, and you will ascend in power like no other."
Zerafina twisted against the grip of the taloned hands, desperate to touch herself and find release if the demon wouldn't give it to her. The claw between her legs was now rubbing her bare pussy, a talon sliding slowly back and forth between the lips of her pussy. The other talons still held her tight, and she may as well have tried to escape iron bonds.
The demon's tail lashed out, wrapping around Zerafina's throat. It pulled her head forward and down, the demon's cock brushing against her chin, her lips.
