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

Artigerrus the Taupe, He generally was white, but liked to keep his options open, listened to his old cohort, Fandibulis the bright. Artie, Im telling you you should not have openly challenged the Deep Grey Coven. Now they want to make a very permanent example of you! You mean, black ball me from the Wizards Guild, Fandy? No Artie, I mean the intend to kill you. There was a long silence. Well, thank you for the warning. I take it that you wont be fighting beside me, then. Sorry Artie. But I dont see any winning this. Well, I suppose Id best make preparations. Getting your will updated to leave it all to me? No, Fandy. To fight. The other wizard left, shaking his head at the uselessness of it all. So many magical items would be destroyed. What a waste. Artie went directly to his study and spoke three harsh words. A stone in the floor yielded up a black grimoire. The book had been his grandfathers Artigerrus of Midnight. Arties father had been a grey wizard. It had been fortunate that his grandfather had not lived to see him join the White Guild. The old tome was protected so only a descendant could use it. It opened easily at Arties touch and evil thoughts flickered across his mind. Quickly, her turned to the section he needed. Summoning. Fortunately, his grandfathers pentacle remained carved into the stone of the floor and the roof in this room. Silver inlay, as well as other less pleasant ingredients made it the safest summoning circle in the continent. The safest had belonged to Temblor the forgetful, who made it perfectly, but forgot to exit the circle before beginning his spell. Stepping to the side, he began to read. But he changed some of the summoning words to not be so dark. Hmmhere was bloodlets make that urine.and soul drinking? How about semen drinking. Yes, that ought to tone down the demon he got. The long incantation began and the smoke arose from the floor. As it cleared, he could see her. Twelve feet of luscious feminine demonic power. A succubus, and bound as he had decided. He magnificent dark breasts were heaving inhmm. Anger perhaps? Maybe something else. While her mouth had corner fangs, the center teeth were even - quite capable of kissing or sucking. Her sex was gaping and dripping. He supposed that was normal in a Succubus. I name Thee, Coitofelacia. Knowing Thy true name, Thou may not harm me through action or inaction. Thou wilt follow my directions, warning me if such direction would harm me. Thou wilt not plot against me, but support me in all ways. In return, I will provide you with what you need and desire. I will never reveal Thy true name to another. If you agree to my terms, you may exit the circle, otherwise, I shall read to you the poetry of cwansus the long-winded, in his ode to flatulence. Nervously, he opened his robe to allow her access, revealing his large endowment. At 55 years, he had less stamina, but he could appease her need. He straightened the shoulders of his near six foot lean muscular frame, his tanned skin taking red tones in the candlelight. As she exited, he commented, You may call me Master Artie, how do you wish to be called? His deep blue eyes cautious, but not mean spirited.