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TIP 1: Take good care to gather high quality materials for the summoning.
‘You may think candles are candles and salt is salt, but when attempting to summon a being from the Otherworld you will experience a higher rate of success when using premium products. ‘You get what you pay for,’ applies to conjuration as well.’
Shit. Here Sophie was, more than half-naked, already anticipating the arrival of who, or what, she had attempted to invite to her plane of existence to no avail. She shouldn’t have done her shopping at fucking Tesco’s of all places. As a uni-student, her budget wasn’t exactly extensive, not even for Demon-assisted masturbation sessions, but the book was right. You DO get what you pay for.
Sophie stood up and put her robe back on. It wouldn’t be for today, alas. She hadn’t been willing to ask a friend for help on the summoning. They would surely ask what she was hoping to summon the Demon for and she wasn’t willing to share that. Everybody knew that chores around the house and cooking assistance weren’t the real reason why people called upon these beings but nobody talked about it. It was a bit like the internet, in that regard. So, instead of asking someone for help, Sophie had acquired a book at a charity shop.
‘Summoning Demons for Dummies’
Plenty of pages had unidentifiable stains, which led Sophie to believe that the tip in the book would lead her to success.
Sophie took out her phone and looked for shops near her specializing in the occult. She wouldn’t leave anything to chance on her next attempt.
TIP 2: Accommodate the Demon by taking on a form familiar to them.
‘Demons are just as scared of us as we are of them. This unfamiliarity used to be much worse in the years immediately following the First Contact, but it hasn’t quite entirely faded away just yet. To make the Demon you’re summoning feel at ease, it can help to disguise yourself as a creature from the Otherworld. Don’t be mistaken, the Demon will know that this is simply a disguise, but they generally tend to appreciate the effort.’
Sophie was making her way back home from ‘Tasha’s Magical Cauldron’ on Castle Lane where she had spent a small fortune on high quality materials for the summoning. It was embarrassing. The way Tasha had looked at her when she went to pay at the till betrayed she knew exactly what Sophie was planning. She probably wasn’t the first girl to pass through her store for this exact purpose. Sophie would have rather rocked up to a brick-and-mortar sex shop to buy a toy than go through this. She had to admit that it wasn’t all bad, though, as Tasha had swapped out the salt she had selected for a different type at no extra cost. Perhaps Tasha had dabbled herself previously as well.
Sophie’s second stop was the party store. Just like the book suggested, she needed a disguise.
All the information humankind had gathered about the Otherworld had come from the Demon’s descriptions because they themselves were unable to cross over, as were the other Otherworld species. If the Demons were to be believed, there were creatures resembling many fantasy races humans had described since long before the First Contact, such as gryphons, mermaids, Blemmyes, unicorns, dwarves, dragons and elves. This led many experts to believe that the First Contact hadn’t in fact been the first time our reality had crossed over with theirs.
Sophie perused the costumes in the shop. A dwarven outfit was out of the question. She wanted to feel sexy during the encounter and she figured a beard would be a massive obstacle in that regard. Harpies were kind of hot, but perhaps the Demon she’d attempt to summon wouldn’t be too fond of them, for obvious reasons. Sophie settled on what appeared to her as the obvious choice in hindsight: she would dress up as an elf. Aside from being an attractive race, elves were also very easy to dress up as, especially considering Sophie wouldn’t be wearing that many clothes. Just a set of pointy ears and elvish headgear would do the trick. A potential issue was Sophie’s body type. She had always heard elven women be described as slender and tall. Hopefully the Demon wouldn’t mind her short stature and curves. Not like David, who had been a huge asshole about her body.
TIP 3: A Demon appears in the form requested by the summoner.
‘As is true in the Otherworld, Demons do not posses a constant physical body. The mechanics behind this are still being researched, although we do know a few things. First, there are a number of restriction, mainly when it comes to volume and mass. Demons are also unable to change form while in our realm and will thus remain physically unaltered from the moment of their summoning until their banishment. Make sure to accurately describe what form you require.’
Sophie lay on her beanbag again. She was naked, except for an open robe, like last time but now she had the elven disguise on. With ‘Summoning Demons for Dummies’ in hand, she went for the second attempt. The premium candles had been lit and arranged in the correct pattern along with the salt. She was confident nothing could go wrong. Not again.
‘Beings from the Otherworld,’ she began with her legs already spread, following the instructions in her book, ‘I humbly call upon you to fulfil a request. I require a Demon to grace me with their presence and to make me feel good. For this, the form most optimal would be of a phallus, not dissimilar to one that human males wield, but significantly larger and girthier and lengthier than average. Veins must be visible. The phallus must appear as it is in its natural state, uncircumcised. An erection must be maintained for the duration of the visit. There should be no mechanism for the phallus to ejaculate as the goal of the summoning is my pleasure. I thank thee for considering my request.’
It worked. Sort of.
Three seconds after Sophie finished the summoning, the Demon appeared. To the student’s shock, it had decided to spawn partially inside of her. She had been wet in anticipation, but the sudden appearance of the Otherworldly cock inside of her cunt was still uncomfortable.
Sophie’s description had been detailed and been adhered to well. Too well. The penis was there. It was long, girthy, veiny and intact, but nothing more than that. What had appeared inside of her was essentially just a dildo. A fantastic dildo, at that, but Sophie already owned multiple fantastic dildos.
She grabbed the part of the Demon that stuck out of her and slowly moved it back and forth. There was a perk that none of the items in the plastic box under her bed possessed. The Demon was alive. Not only could Sophie feel it throb inside of her, it was warm as well.
She went slowly. The shaft pushed her open. It felt nice.
This wasn’t what she had wanted, though. She had wanted to get fucked. She wanted strong shoulders to hold onto, eyes to look into and breath to feel on her neck. She should have mentioned that, she now realised.
As she played with the Demonic toy, she imagined this. At least she knew she was capable of summoning to begin with. Next time, she would get what she wanted.
The penis pulsed inside of her as she pushed it deeper with one hand. Her other hand moved from her breast downward. It passed over her stomach until her fingers arrived at the top of her slit, with the Demon still sliding in and out following Sophie’s lead.
She involuntarily moved her hips as the sensation grew more intense.
‘Oh, this feels good,’ she cooed.
Poof.
The Demon disappeared.
TIP 4: A summoning can only occur with the consent of the entity that is being summoned.
‘Demons are not tools. They are sentient beings with personalities and desires of their own. Luckily, there is a wide variety of Demons in the Otherworld and most requests made by humans in our plane would be to the liking of at least one of them. As long as your demands are not extremely humiliating or niche, a summoning should be successful. Even in those extreme cases, you might get at least one of them to bite.’
‘Third time’s the charm,’ Sophie muttered to herself as she dropped into the beanbag for the third time in seven days. She had made sure that this time, the ritual would work out as intended. For real, this time. The candles and salt were in place, she had donned the elf-ears and crown and she had written down exactly what she had to mention during the ritual.
She took a deep breath and initiated the invitation. First she described the shape the Demon should take: just a little bit taller than her, muscular yet still lean, bushy hair and light eyes. Next, she reiterated her preferences regarding his cock: thick, long veiny and uncircumcised.
Hearing her list her preferences out loud helped to warm her up.
Next, she gave a clear description of what he should act like. She wanted him to be gentle but not passive. He needed to be clear in what he wanted, but not to force it onto her. As a final step, she also specified the Demon should not spawn inside of her, as it had last time.
Sophie exhaled again.
‘I want to experience the best orgasm of my life. I thank thee for considering my request.’
The candles went dark, covering the entire room in darkness. By the time they spontaneously reignited, he was basking in their light. His green eyes aimed straight at Sophie. Her eyes, in turn, scanned his body from his bushy brown hair, along his chest and forearms down to his crotch. He had one hand on his marvellous dick, gently stroking it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Despite having all the … parts required, no one would ever be fooled into thinking this creature was even remotely human. Just like no Demon would ever see Sophie as an actual elf.
‘Are you comfortable, Sophie?’ the Demon’s voice echoed.
She did not know how to respond. No human man had ever asked her this.
‘Just close your eyes and lean back,’ he continued.
She did as she was told, anticipating his next move. The next sensation she experienced was one of a hand on her left inner thigh. Its temperature was not quite right. Sophie didn’t mind. His second hand soon mirrored the first, allowing him to push her legs apart.
‘Can I?’ the Demon asked.
Sophie let out a weak ‘uhu.’
‘Fantastic.’
His right hand moved closer to her already soaking slit. His thumb very carefully traced her folds. There was no hesitation as he wasted no time using both hands to gently part her lips. The thumb found her clit, and started circling it at a steady pace.
Sophie opened her eyes. The Demon was transfixed on her pussy. Her breasts were heaving due to her heavy breathing.
‘Please,’ she whimpered.
This pushed him to take in her flavour. His tongue had an alien texture, almost ribbed, increasing the intensity of the act for Sophie. She wondered if this was normal for Demons, or something this specific specimen had come up with. Perhaps he had paid other women similar visits before.
As her cunt grew familiar with his tongue, her desire grew as well. The Demon must have sensed it as he pulled back.
‘I’m going to fuck you,’ he announced.
‘Do it,’ she begged in response.
The Demon smiled, crawled on top of her and aligned his shaft with her snatch. He pushed his cockhead against her outsides, gently.
Sophie swung an arm around him, caressing his back. They made eye contact.
‘Rough or gentle?’ he asked.
‘Fuck me hard,’ she moaned without thinking.
The Demon understood the assignment and buried his cock deep inside of her. He pushed her open, but slid in as if their bodies were designed for this. The first pump already crossed boundaries for Sophie. No dick or toy had ever been this deep inside of her, yet it didn’t hurt one bit. The Demon’s cold breath on her neck raised the tiny hairs on her arms. He thrust again. His penis wasn’t like the one she had summoned days earlier. It had a sort of vibration or hum to it, like one of Sophie’s toys, but its origin wasn’t electrical or motorized. It felt like a heartbeat, only impossibly fast.
The Demon had found his rhythm. Sophie joined him by pushing back against him at the same pace. His girth, combined with the vibration and her already heightened arousal brought her to climax quickly. The Demon felt it happen but refused to change his course. Sophie was thankful for this. Her body tensed up for a couple of seconds before relaxing entirely.
TIP 5: Clearly specify the requirements for banishment to the Otherworld beforehand.
‘The number one mistake you don’t want to make is to be vague when formulating the goal your Demon should fulfil. They take their assignments literally and will not be banished until their goal has been reached. They take the caster’s wording literally, so be precise in your desires.’
‘I’m still here,’ the Demon stated the obvious.
Sophie had imagined the Demon to poof away after her climax. An orgasm was what she had requested after all, and he had delivered.
‘You asked for the best orgasm of your life,’ he explained further. ‘Obviously that wasn’t it.’
It had been ecstatic nonetheless. Sophie was still deep in the beanbag, unable to speak.
‘So, what is it we need to trump?’
Sophie had never admitted this, not even to herself, but she knew exactly which orgasm they were in contention with, and it wasn’t even close.
It had happened a little over two years ago, with a guy she dated for a month or so. He had pushed her to try some things she had never tried before, or since. Never had he forced anything onto her. He had simply suggested some things, which had piqued her interest. When he wanted to take things further, they had broken up amicably. Sexually incompatible. It happens. But that one night … That one night had been absolute bliss for Sophie, even though she had been embarrassed by how much she had enjoyed it. Her ex-boyfriend, if he could even be called that, had conjured up some ropes and had tied her up on his bed. It had been clear that he had done this before. Afterwards he had used her. There simply wasn’t a better term for it. She had lain on the bed, unable to move, while he bore down inside of her. He had groped her tits, smacked her in the face and even closed his hand around her throat. She had just … lain there. She didn’t do anything, didn’t say anything. She had been reduced to a toy. To her shame, she had never enjoyed anything more.
The Demon stood in front of her, his perfect dick still unnaturally hard.
‘You don’t need to say a thing,’ he grinned ominously before snapping his fingers.
There weren’t ropes involved, this time. Instead, Sophie’s arms and legs were forced to stretch out, causing her to end up in an X-shape. She tried to bring her limbs back together but was unable to. She was left at the mercy of the Demon.
He now pointed up. Sophie lost contact with the beanbag and saw the ceiling travel closer to her. The Demon joined her in midair. He floated over to her until his rod was lined up again. Sophie was terrified, but that only added to her excitement. She tried to say something, anything, but found that the Demon had taken that option away from her as well.
He pushed inside, again. One of his hands was on her waist, the other was on her throat, controlling her ability to breathe. The forceful thrusts of his girthy cock came in quick succession and sent ripples through her body, causing every part of her that was unrestricted to sway along. She wasn’t anything but a soaking hole to him, she felt. The demonic cock was being jammed inside of her. She was an object. A toy for this Otherworldly being. She tried to move her arms again, but couldn’t. She looked the Demon in the eyes again. He looked hungry. His head disappeared to the side and Sophie could feel his teeth sink into her neck. Sophie moaned loudly. Loud enough for her neighbours on either side to be well aware she was getting close to orgasm. The hand that had been on her neck moved to her left tit, yet breathing didn’t become easier, at all. The Demon buried his nails into her soft flesh. It hurt. Sophie felt the walls of her cunt grip down on the inhuman rod still being smashed into her depths at a merciless pace.
It hit her like a truck.
First, she felt a warmth, a glow, radiate from her loins outwards. Then, almost simultaneously, she felt her head snap back as her eyes closed. The immense pressure in her hole disappeared instantaneously. Sophie dropped back into the beanbag from half a metre in the air, yet control over her body wasn’t exactly restored. Her legs kicked around wildly as her arms were like noodles beside her. She had no choice but to wait for this wave to wash over her. Eventually, it subsided, leaving nothing but a whole body tingle, marks in her left tit and neck as well as a soreness in her pussy as proof of what had taken place here. She opened her eyes and noted she was alone.
After regaining control, it took her at least fifteen more minutes to stand up. The yellow book, thrown on the floor by the beanbag, caught her attention. Best five pounds she had ever spent.
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