"Hey Ti" came the seductive voice of his secretary, "I've got another summons for you. Heading to the States today for a Mrs.Stoneward."
Vohrtiran had been mid drink as he was wolfing down his lunch when the call came through. "Lot of summons these days," he mumbled lightly, taking the last bite of his bloody steak. "Between Central America and Asia, people really love their demonic porn.
Standing up from his desk, he stood at roughly 6'5", his body toned in ways that mortals often have a hard time contemplating was real, and horns moving from his forehead to curl over his black hair. His skin was a dark red, black tribal tattoos lining up his arms and large bat like wings sprouting from his back.
Walking through the doors, he checked his watch and waited for the summoning to begin. As the flames danced along his feet, they began to spiral around his body, engulfing him completely. He'd grown bored of this over his three hundred years and simply waited, taking more interest in his own body.
Looking down at his arms, he felt his body begin to molt, his horns melding into his forehead and his skin changing in color. By the time the molting finished and the flames died down, he had no idea of what he looked like or sounded like, but he knew what his job was.
Sitting on the floor in front of him was a naked, dark skinned woman. Her hair was freely released and covered the majority of her face in its large black S-curl pattern. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall, but her body seemed to be leagues better than most of those who summoned him.
"I-I can't believe it w-worked," she said to herself, more of shock and relief, and yet terror still seeming to play in her eyes. "Y-you're really-"
"An Incubus, yes." Came the dark, almost melodious sound of his new voice. Low, yet smooth, he continued on, "You summoned me for a reason. I take it you thought it some type of joke, so you weren't hoping it to actually work."
He was used to this reaction by now, always the begging and pleading for mercy of women who knew nothing of the magic they were tapping into. "No." She says simply, standing up and showing him her body completely, "I knew it would work. I just didn't expect you to take this...form."
He watched her eyes scan his entire body, from the top of his faded hair, down to his newly grown, yet immaculately trimmed beard. His biceps, though smaller than his true form, still bulged in the jacket of his suit, and he knew his abs were probably doing the same.
But her eyes grew wider as she looked down to where his cock lay hidden. His gerth, length and shape was easily identified as it rested against his pants leg. The way she bit her lower lip and kept her attention there spoke volumes of what she had planned. Her large breasts, nipples hard and erect, stared him down, hoping to be fondled and played with. Her thighs tightening lightly as she was visibly horny.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he breathed deep and inhaled her scent.
●Being Choked
●Being Spanked
