Thread: A Rather Kinky Demon (Lan & Moon) warning, watersports!

the massive stone Pentacle shimmered and smoked, the acrid stench of brimstone and sulfur filled the small room that the wizard inhabited. a normal person would have choked, and gagged at the smoke that spilled out of the pentagram circle, but he was protected by the summoning magic, the smoke spilling around him as if he was in a bubble of air. she growled darkly as she stooped so that her head would not strike the low ceiling, spreading her massive red wings out until the struck the edges of the circle, his power kept her completely contained, and her wings met the invisible blocks that prevented her from escaping. she growled, the sound deep, throaty and almost seductive as she shifted, dark chains rattling in the smokey gloom, though no shackles or chains where visible, they bound her to the stone floor, preventing her from trying to break his wall of power. she growled again, her long red tail swiping through the smoke, as if trying to cut it as she shifted again, snarling in annoyance, both at her bonds, and the cramped space in which she was held captive. she was naked, completely so, her red flesh heaving as she caught the scent of him, Man, she smelled a man, a man old, but full of magic, and full of seed. as a succubus she desired nothing more than his seed and his magic. she wanted him, wanted to devour him whole and feel him squirming all the way into her stomach where he would die slowly for daring to summon her. she hissed, the sound high, painful on a human's ears but again he was protected by the summoning magic, the sound no more harmful to him than it was to the stone that bound her in place. she shuddered violently at the sound of her True Name, jerking at the bonds, trying to get back, away from him as she hissed again, spits of flame falling from her lips now, unhappy about hearing her True Name, which forced her to obey his whims and his will. she stopped straining as he promised her something in return, her large yellow eyes narrowed as they focused on him. i need... i desire. she whispered, the sound like silk soaked in poison against his ears. sweet and soft, but deadly. it was clear that she would betray him at the first chance she got, of course, what else was to be expected from working with a emon? i Desire your seed, wizard, and your magic. she hissed. i desire the flesh of wizards, their magic will fuel me. she hissed eagerly, her breasts heaving happily now. i desire your body writhing as i use you for my own sexual release. she hissed softly as she slowly straightened out, her body passing through the circle now as she studied her 'Master.' i am to be called... here she paused, giving it some honest thought as her massive hand ran along his cock, feeling his firm body. she was twice his size, three times his weight, yet her touch was as gentle as a butterflies, almost teasing his length no matter that her fingers where almost the same size as it. such a puny man. she growled. one such as you could never hope to please me. she grumbled. you may call me Astoria. she growled, gripping him around the waist, lifting him without so much as an effort, bringing him to eye level with her. i will do as you command, but i will use your body, however i see fit. she growled, snaking her long tongue out, the organ thick and slippery, but as thin as a lizards as it flicked at his dick, tasting his flesh. you are small, but you will please me. she decided. your flesh is sweet, an tastes of deep magic. she growled, sitting him back down. but you are old, no good for good sex. she growled, considering as she studied him before she lay back and spread her legs, spreading her sopping cunt with two fingers she stared at him. come, pleasure me. she demanded. if you do a good job, i will give you back your youth. she promised, staring at him. if you do not, i will return to the plains from whence i came, with your soul in my claws for a meal. she growled, staring at him, as if daring him to deny her.