Demon Summoner
Title: Demon Summoner
Rating: NC-17
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Phaedra/Demon
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Disturbing Imagery, Graphic Sex
Summary: Phaedra would take what she needed, consequences be damned.
Phaedra slid the knife with a slow precision, following the pre-marked lines to ensure the spell was properly implemented. As the second arm was finished, meeting the first across her heart, she placed her hands on either side of herself, completing the circle that crossed the floor and most of the wall in front of her. As her blood flowed, the black lines grew and the world around her disappeared, her spirit fleeing her body through the now open doorway.
She was surrounded by white. A room with no walls or ceiling, no entrance or exit, no sun or shadow. It was of her own creation. A safe space where none could enter without her permission.
There was but one other in this space. He was a beastly creature, the erect penises a sure sign of his gender. The creature was a very dark shade of red, nearly black from the way his presence simply sucked the light away. Phaedra was just tall enough to be over his ankle, his furry feet large enough to crush her with just one step. He had thick, cracked skin, spikes along his back and shoulders, two sets of tusks - one curved upwards like an elephant, the other downward like a saber tooth - long hair and red eyes with three pupil’s.
The creature was a demon. Probably upper middle class based on size and coloring. Powerful enough to need a specialized summoning, but not enough to avoid her altogether. All Phaedra need was one thing and he was hers.
“Itheascthe.”
The demon grunted. To know a name was to have power over it. That was the golden rule in most mystical circles, especially demonic ones. You can bind a lower level demon to your side for eternity simply knowing its name. So long as it never became powerful enough to destroy you first.
“Why do you come to me this way. Such a beautifully ugly creature you are. Yet you still show up as such, though you know how much I detest it.” She looked him up and down, “Perhaps because you know how much I detest it.”
Middle class demons took more to control them. Knowing their name was integral to their capture, but to use them without making some sort of deal took more binding magic than the average practitioner would know; Phaedra had a good teacher.
The demon moved less than an inch when the circle closed around him. The dealer’s circle, as it had come to be known, would hold many just long enough to broker a deal, if only to free themselves and eat you if any loopholes allow it. The demon, however, continued to move forward. This circle was easy for him to cross, it was the weakest form binding, but Phaedra had dealt with him enough to know just what was needed.
“Chains of Ullcaedeios, bind him.”
She grinned, watching several thick black chains shoot out of the lines of the circle and wrap around his body until they connected to a thick metal collar at the base of his neck. Phaedra lifted a hand in front of her and then slowly closed it into a fist, one finger at a time. The chains groaned as they tightened, the demon shrinking and shifting until, as her fist fell to her side, he was in human form.
“Much better.”
She crossed the distance, taking in his changes. His skin was dark, the color of Kohl, a drastic difference from her caramel tones. Where her her eyes were hazel-green, his was still the same red, with large black pupils. Phaedra’s dark blond hair was soft and curly where his was coarse, thicker than an animals pelt. The tusks all but disappeared and and the spikes shrank until they were barely noticeable. Besides his coloring, the only difference between him an a human were the two penises, only partially erect - due, most likely, to the pain of the forced change,
Phaedra moved to remedy this, pressing her naked body against his, one hand moving to tilt his head forward, the other caressing the bumps the sized of pearlings, which were once spikes used to keep his mate from fleeing less she rip herself open.
Phaedra kissed him, ignoring the way he pulled away from her. She breathed him in, his scent, his dark power, and her pupil’s dilated. Pressing herself closer, she began to get excited, the feel of skin against skin, of his thickening and pulsing members, her caresses beginning to increase in both power and speed until he could no longer resist her. It was a good thing the basis of his power was lust, she was in no mood to draw this out any longer.
“Kneel.”
Phaedra stepped back, releasing him. She took a step back and the chains fells, leaving only the collar and bright red markings where they once lay. The demon growl at her, and Phaedra tilted her head to the side.
“After all this time, I hadn’t thought you’d still be so uncooperative.”
She walked a circle around him, a hand moving across his arms and back, burning him each time a red line was crossed. The circle closed as she took her last steps before him, and magic that held him grew stronger. A secondary binding circle, made with only the steps of her feet, tightened her hold of him.
“Kneel.”
He dropped, eyes widening as the words in the old tongue slipped from her mouth. There were easier ways to go about this, she just had no time.
“Good boy,” she demeaned him and kissed him once more. This time his mouth fell open and for several moments they devoured each other. Phaedra pulled back slowly, pleased with how he followed her. She lay on her back and spread herself open to him.
“Come.”
He moved over her, biting at her belly and breasts until he reached her mouth and positioned himself at her entrances, freezing when she shook her head.
“Not that way.”
Usually, when she called for him, she would take both in at once. Phaedra had long since lost embarrassment in this act, and lately it seemed to be the only way to truly feel. Tonight, however, there was something different that she needed, so she pulled him close, allowing his lower penis to enter her, while pressing the upper one tight between her pelvis and his belly. It would have been easier, had she settled before him on her hands and knees, but she refused to ever show her back to a demon.
They conjugated for sometime, alternating in speed and pressure until she was covered with his seed inside and out.
“Thank you,” she breathed, placing a kiss on his mouth before she reached a hand onto his collar and unlocked it.
Phaedra blacked out for a moment, when his body returned to its natural state. The demon hadn’t disconnected from her in time, but her magic slowly put her back together, although she would forever be scarred.
Moments later, her eyes fluttered and took in the demon still hovering above her.
“One day,” she whispered, her hand lifting weakly to touch him, “Just one.”
She went under once more, missing the odd look he gave her. Whereas most would have eaten her, now that the magic of the binding was lifted, he could no longer think of it. The world slowly dissolved around them and he touched her freely for the first and last time. One finger, thicker than her arm, brushed her hair away from her face, down and around her breast until it stopped just above her newfound scar. The was a minute pause as the last of the room collapsed and two vanished into dust.
Rating: NC-17
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Phaedra/Demon
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Disturbing Imagery, Graphic Sex
Summary: Phaedra would take what she needed, consequences be damned.
Phaedra slid the knife with a slow precision, following the pre-marked lines to ensure the spell was properly implemented. As the second arm was finished, meeting the first across her heart, she placed her hands on either side of herself, completing the circle that crossed the floor and most of the wall in front of her. As her blood flowed, the black lines grew and the world around her disappeared, her spirit fleeing her body through the now open doorway.
She was surrounded by white. A room with no walls or ceiling, no entrance or exit, no sun or shadow. It was of her own creation. A safe space where none could enter without her permission.
There was but one other in this space. He was a beastly creature, the erect penises a sure sign of his gender. The creature was a very dark shade of red, nearly black from the way his presence simply sucked the light away. Phaedra was just tall enough to be over his ankle, his furry feet large enough to crush her with just one step. He had thick, cracked skin, spikes along his back and shoulders, two sets of tusks - one curved upwards like an elephant, the other downward like a saber tooth - long hair and red eyes with three pupil’s.
The creature was a demon. Probably upper middle class based on size and coloring. Powerful enough to need a specialized summoning, but not enough to avoid her altogether. All Phaedra need was one thing and he was hers.
“Itheascthe.”
The demon grunted. To know a name was to have power over it. That was the golden rule in most mystical circles, especially demonic ones. You can bind a lower level demon to your side for eternity simply knowing its name. So long as it never became powerful enough to destroy you first.
“Why do you come to me this way. Such a beautifully ugly creature you are. Yet you still show up as such, though you know how much I detest it.” She looked him up and down, “Perhaps because you know how much I detest it.”
Middle class demons took more to control them. Knowing their name was integral to their capture, but to use them without making some sort of deal took more binding magic than the average practitioner would know; Phaedra had a good teacher.
The demon moved less than an inch when the circle closed around him. The dealer’s circle, as it had come to be known, would hold many just long enough to broker a deal, if only to free themselves and eat you if any loopholes allow it. The demon, however, continued to move forward. This circle was easy for him to cross, it was the weakest form binding, but Phaedra had dealt with him enough to know just what was needed.
“Chains of Ullcaedeios, bind him.”
She grinned, watching several thick black chains shoot out of the lines of the circle and wrap around his body until they connected to a thick metal collar at the base of his neck. Phaedra lifted a hand in front of her and then slowly closed it into a fist, one finger at a time. The chains groaned as they tightened, the demon shrinking and shifting until, as her fist fell to her side, he was in human form.
“Much better.”
She crossed the distance, taking in his changes. His skin was dark, the color of Kohl, a drastic difference from her caramel tones. Where her her eyes were hazel-green, his was still the same red, with large black pupils. Phaedra’s dark blond hair was soft and curly where his was coarse, thicker than an animals pelt. The tusks all but disappeared and and the spikes shrank until they were barely noticeable. Besides his coloring, the only difference between him an a human were the two penises, only partially erect - due, most likely, to the pain of the forced change,
Phaedra moved to remedy this, pressing her naked body against his, one hand moving to tilt his head forward, the other caressing the bumps the sized of pearlings, which were once spikes used to keep his mate from fleeing less she rip herself open.
Phaedra kissed him, ignoring the way he pulled away from her. She breathed him in, his scent, his dark power, and her pupil’s dilated. Pressing herself closer, she began to get excited, the feel of skin against skin, of his thickening and pulsing members, her caresses beginning to increase in both power and speed until he could no longer resist her. It was a good thing the basis of his power was lust, she was in no mood to draw this out any longer.
“Kneel.”
Phaedra stepped back, releasing him. She took a step back and the chains fells, leaving only the collar and bright red markings where they once lay. The demon growl at her, and Phaedra tilted her head to the side.
“After all this time, I hadn’t thought you’d still be so uncooperative.”
She walked a circle around him, a hand moving across his arms and back, burning him each time a red line was crossed. The circle closed as she took her last steps before him, and magic that held him grew stronger. A secondary binding circle, made with only the steps of her feet, tightened her hold of him.
“Kneel.”
He dropped, eyes widening as the words in the old tongue slipped from her mouth. There were easier ways to go about this, she just had no time.
“Good boy,” she demeaned him and kissed him once more. This time his mouth fell open and for several moments they devoured each other. Phaedra pulled back slowly, pleased with how he followed her. She lay on her back and spread herself open to him.
“Come.”
He moved over her, biting at her belly and breasts until he reached her mouth and positioned himself at her entrances, freezing when she shook her head.
“Not that way.”
Usually, when she called for him, she would take both in at once. Phaedra had long since lost embarrassment in this act, and lately it seemed to be the only way to truly feel. Tonight, however, there was something different that she needed, so she pulled him close, allowing his lower penis to enter her, while pressing the upper one tight between her pelvis and his belly. It would have been easier, had she settled before him on her hands and knees, but she refused to ever show her back to a demon.
They conjugated for sometime, alternating in speed and pressure until she was covered with his seed inside and out.
“Thank you,” she breathed, placing a kiss on his mouth before she reached a hand onto his collar and unlocked it.
Phaedra blacked out for a moment, when his body returned to its natural state. The demon hadn’t disconnected from her in time, but her magic slowly put her back together, although she would forever be scarred.
Moments later, her eyes fluttered and took in the demon still hovering above her.
“One day,” she whispered, her hand lifting weakly to touch him, “Just one.”
She went under once more, missing the odd look he gave her. Whereas most would have eaten her, now that the magic of the binding was lifted, he could no longer think of it. The world slowly dissolved around them and he touched her freely for the first and last time. One finger, thicker than her arm, brushed her hair away from her face, down and around her breast until it stopped just above her newfound scar. The was a minute pause as the last of the room collapsed and two vanished into dust.