Thread: Summoning an Incubus. |Lagertha x HoldTheDoor|

The realm that Jordan inhabited was a bleak and dim. True to the imagination of many a human scholar, the realms that were the dominion of Demons housed a pool of lava-like plasma at its core, a fussion reaction style process powering the realm as well as giving it its own field of gravity. As was the way with tribes and species that fought for dominion over a world, the strongest inhabited the most desirable ground, and the weak inhabited the least. True to the way of things it was the same in this realm, the most powerful way demons residing over the centre of the realm, enjoying the warmth and the power that the reaction core gave, as the hierarchy of sub-demons lowered so did their proximity to the core. As an incubus, and a strong and gifted one as that, Jordan had the pleasure of residing close enough to the core that he could feel the warmth on his skin. Yet he was also far enough away that on some nights it was cold enough to keep his mind on staying where he was and not allowing his performance as an incubus to slip and are his standing lessen. As he rested one evening he noticed a slight disturbance in the distance, closing towards him and fast. He rose, his 7'1 frame stretching up as he reached his fully height his muscular body completing the intimidating look. Needless to say the size he possessed made him perfect for the line of work, namely travelling down to the mortal realm when summoned to corrupt fair maidens and destroy more wanton women. The skin in his large thighs stretched taught over his muscles that rippled under his slightly red skin as he tensed waiting for the rustle within the overgrown bushes to make itself known. Lilith has demanded your presence. Now. Spat the imp as it burst from the bushes. Lilith was the higher demon that ruled over this particular set of Incubi, when she demanded you it meant she had a job for you. As the imp shot back off through the harsh fauna Jordan sprang after him, eager to return to the mortal plain and do what he did best. As he approached Liliths encampment he noticed the imp divert away, clearly knowing its job was done, knowing the way to Liliths tent he quickly moved towards it. As he arrived outside the tent he nodded his head towards the two guards at the entrance, he towered over them as he did most people dipping his head to enter the tent as he let the flaps close back around him. He gave his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the lighting in the tent, the dim candlelight flickering against the form of what the Incubi knew as their demon queen. Lilith led provocatively on the chaise lounge that acted as her throne, her outfit everything that you would expect of a being such as her. She wore something akin to a Roman toga yet it was made from a thinner fabric and clung more tightly to her incredible body, slits and cuts in the fabric designed to show off her best assets. It was no mistake that a race of demons that specialised in delivering unimaginable pleasure to mortal women were trained by one like her. He allowed his eyes to take in her form, before coming to a standstill a couple of paces away from where she rested, his hands clasped before him and his eyes now settled on the floor to show his respect. I've got a job for you. Something that called for your unique talents. She purred in what could only be described as the most seductive voice you could possibly hear, her eyes running up and down his impressive height as if to signify what talents were required. I think it is best that you hear what she desires for yourself, after all if she asked for one like you it's only fair you hear her summons. Lilith laughed, waving her hand as an aspiration of the girl appeared in the air repeating the words she had uttered for Jordan to hear for himself. Her body and attire pleased him, she had a lot for him to work with even if her inexperience sexually was clear to see with the way she carried herself. She hasn't read the ritual properly much to her disappointment. Lilith spoke as the aspiration disappeared. She clearly didn't understand the energy required for the reach her realm, the kind of energy that only her climax can provide. Luckily I have enough energy to send you down if only in a spectral form, you need to somehow entice her to consummate the ritual before the night is through, or else the energy that sustains you in that realm will run out and you will be returned here as a failure in my eyes. She spoke with authority as she gave him his instructions. Do you understand what is required of you? She questioned. Yes. I'll do what is required, and most importantly I'll do you proud. He spoke with equal intensity, a resoluteness in his voice that only spelt out the experience that was about to be sent to corrupt this girl. Then let us waste no more time here, go with haste and make your prescene felt on the mortal plain. Lilith spoke, waving her hand as she opened a portal before him. The blazing light cascading over her body, making it look even more splendid than it had before. Jordan wasted no time walking through the blinding light, feeling the searing heat against his skin as the space between realms sought to rip and burn at his skin. The journey was a short one, feeling his skin cool as he was slowly pulled from the portal into a dark room. It had been many years since he lasted visited the mortal realm yet the same feeling always struck him, it was colder than he was use too and darker. Slowly he let his eyes adjust to the room around him, the same room where the girl had uttered her request, requesting that a man of his calibre come and make her feel like a woman rather than a girl. As his eyes adjusted he gazed down at his own form, his skin always lost its red hue in this realm, almost as if adjusting to make it look more like human skin, as if his abnormal height wouldn't give it away that he was otherworldly. The most pressing thing was the translucency his skin now possessed, Lilith hadn't been lying about the spectral form, he was literally a shadow of himself almost like an imprint on the realm. His eyes having finally adjusted scanned the room, taking in the large space that was dominated by the king size bed at the centre, his eyes rising as he took in the prize that led atop the bed. The apparition of her had done her an injustice, her form in real life was far more shapely and appealing to his eyes. He slowly strode over the bed she lay on, his eyes taking in the way the lace clung to her flesh as it rose to the rhythm of her breathing. Her plentiful ass the first thing he saw, her curves perfectly shaped to distribute the power of a mans hand and hips across her flesh, next he took in her slender waist that opened up as it reached her chest. The two large mounds that rose to her breathing would of taken a lesser mans breath away, yet all it did to Jordan was increase his lust for her and increase his desire to make her consummate this ritual. As he came alongside her he let his fingers trail across her skin, the ghostly fingers moving slowly up her legs, tracing down the insides of her thighs before reaching her lace covered mound. They continued on their slow and deliberate journey, tracing over where her slit would of been, past where he was sure her delicate clit was until they began to trail over her flat stomach. As he reached the two peaks that rose and feel on her chest he had to allow himself a moment of weakness, reaching down with both hands as he groped and squeezed at the impressive breasts. His lust for them slightly sated for how, he moved on his fingers trailing across her delicate neck and her soft cheeks before settling on her forehead. Dream wildly little one. He murmured softly as he used one of his most potent powers on her, the ability to enter her dreams and shape them to his desires. As he entered her dream he changed the scene to be exactly how she had set herself in the ritual circle, the only difference was that where she had walked away in frustration in real life, in this dream state she had wet her fingers and allowed them to slip under the lace that covered her most precious area. The dream quickened in pace, her body writhing as she worked her own clit with deadly accuracy and skill, her moans gaining volume until at once she shuddered mightly crush by the power of her own orgasm. Then he revealed his special self to her in her dream place, striding forward from behind a column of bright light, nothing but a loin cloth to cover his modesty. He strode towards her with a wicked smile on his face. Am I everything you wanted and more! He bellow, his hand ripping the loin cloth from his body and discarding it on the floor. His otherworldly cock exposed to her now, needless to say it was erect just from the sight of her writhing body, standing a full 18 long and with a thickness 5 across it was safe to say nothing like it existed in her world. He strode over as his large body and manhood towered over her, his hand reaching down and taking over from her hand rubbing against her clit in a way that she wouldn't be able to cope with. You'll be surprised how much pleasure it can give you as I cram my cock into every spare inch of your womanhood. He growled as he motioned up to the impressive cock with his eyes. He pulled from her mind as he let her dream continue with the corruption he had now placed in it. Enjoying the sight of her body staring to squirm slightly at the onslaught that he was sure was happening within the dream in her head. His fingers exploring the more sensitive spots in her body again as he aimed to frustrate her to the point where she wouldn't be able to resist but give into the need to masturbate. He needed to feel whole again, he needed to complete his mission, but most of all he needed to show this woman what he could do to a virgin woman like her.