Summoning Revenge

[FoxWriter]

It was a storm filled evening, thunder crashed violently against the windows of a large over the top three story house, rain pounded against the roof and lightning brightened the dark interior time and time again, the only light the house had to offer was in a room atop the third floor in a bedroom belonging to a young woman who lived there. more often than not she was the only one there. Her room was filled with candle's, hundreds of candles lined up into a specific pattern on the floor, a chalk pattern wound through the candles like a massive sun there was a large circle in the middle, that would trap the creature she wished to summon until she had finished bargaining with it. She could only hope that this would work.

Her name was Sylvia, and she was literally the richest woman in town aside from her parents, she was also one of the most beautiful. She had long flowing soft silver colored hair that she refused to dye a different color or cut any shorter than her shapely hips. Her eyes where a beautiful chocolate brown and her skin was soft and creamy, clearly a 'purebred' of the human species and she was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a shirt that clung to her large breasts and perfect ass. It was hard to imagine that someone like her, rich, privlaged, perfectly smart and capable, would be trying to summon a demon using Dark Arts. Normally, she wouldn't have even considered it, but she was desperate.

Despite being beautiful and rich she was the victim of being bullied. Girls like her should have been on the popular list, but for some reason she wasn't, and her classmates, collage classmates supposed to be above such things, where making her life miserable. Now even some of her teachers where joining in, and she was getting desperate, she would either have to teach them all a lesson, or switch schools and try to explain to her completely uncaring parents why she was doing so, if they even noticed, they where never home anyway. Normal people would have simply switched schools, but she wanted her revenge and she wanted her parents to pay as well, so that was when she had found the book of the occult.

She stood up and dusted her hands free of chalk and looked around to make sure her design was perfect before she poured salt into the middle of the circle and around it just inside the chalk circle as added protection. The Salt was to help summon the demon, and then to keep it trapped. She stuck a candle into the little salt pile and stepped back, book in one hand and a silver dagger in the other, crying out the words in the language she didn't understand, summoning the creature that could help her get her revenge before slicing the palm of her hand, letting herself bleed until she had a good handful of blood, tossing it across the middle of the circle as thunder cracked hard, making the walls shudder as she called out the final words, and waited...

 

[Erotica Maxima]

The world was a paper thin wall away from the stuff of Mortals' nightmares. The horror stories they told their children at night, of boogey-men, and ghost, goblins and ghouls, was not pretend... just... separated. A thin veil kept the beasts and creatures and monsters from interacting with Humans, except on specific occasions; Halloween night, Solstices, or the occasional mass tragedy. One of the other exceptions, was on nights much like tonight, when Mortals were foolish enough to go looking for trouble. One such mortal was hidden away in their room, drawing circles and lighting candles, hoping for an answer to their prayers. Would she like what it was that she was calling?

The one that heard the call was not far. She was a predator, hunting her prey, though the pickings were slim. At least, she thought so. Demons were not known for the aesthetic pleasure of their figures, for which she prized quite highly. Often they were grotesque and disenchanting, bar a specific few, and of those that were not ugly, they were normally lacking the necessary equipment to entertain her to the fullest extent. In ages past, she would revel in the pleasures of the flesh, when she was called to the Mortal Realm, and often, as so many superstitious fools would turn to their kind. These days, as superstitions were regarded as fairy tales, to be forgotten, her Mortal prey were drying up.

This night though, she felt the call. Her ears perked and her body, always hungering for release, tensed up. She had been on edge all night long, and it was as if her nerves knew what was going to happen. She turned and saw the mystic vortex, as the veil between worlds was being breached. Wasting no time, she pulled herself from the demon she had been toying with, with a wet sucking noise, and spread her wings, with one great flap, flying toward the portal with all haste.

When she arrived, there were no others to contend with, a sign that she was meant to cross over. She smiled to herself, looking down at her naked body, at the long, throbbing shaft that stood, always erect, between her legs, coated with the juices of the demon that she had caught not long ago. She smiled, and wondered what Human it was that was calling her. She hoped that they were a woman, that she could work with... the men that called her never really appreciated her 'talents' as much as women did.

When she entered the centre of the vortex, she took a breath, and recited the other half of the ritual in her native tongue. She closed her eyes, and felt herself sinking down into the pathway, crossing between worlds, till everything went completely black.

On the other side, in the Mortal woman's room, a great shattering noise, like a thousand breaking mirrors, filled the room. Light flooded back, and all the candles lit higher and higher, and in the very centre of the circle, stood Lilith, in all her glory.

"You have called, and I have answered." She said, her voice melodious, like a whispered song, "Pray tell, what is it that you desire, Mortal?" She asked, her glowing, golden eyes, focused on the girl.

 

[FoxWriter]

Sylvia screamed as all the glass in her room broke, the mirrors shattering, sending glass everywhere, she was shocked to find that none of it had struck her or cut her and realized that there where two bubbles of protection, one around her, and one around the Demon, protecting the world from the strange surge of demonic energy. She staggered and fell hen the candles seamed to explode with light, half blinding her as she raised an arm to cover her face, her heart pounding wildly until she heard the voice, it was silky and smooth and she instantly wanted to hear it again, the way a child wants to hear his favorite lullaby at bedtime.

She opened her chocolate eyes and stared at the demon before her, too shocked to say anything the minute she took in those large, voluptuous breasts and that thick, pounding, meaty member covered in slick wetness that could have been her own pre cum, but Sylvia had her doubts as she stared at the demon, getting to her feet, unable to look away from that massive dick. Wondering how It would feel, buried in all three of her holes, wondering how it would feel to have it take her virginities, wondering if it even liked human pussy. In an instant all of her plans shifted to the left a little as she opened her mouth to speak.

“i desire revenge great one!” she declared, using the wording the way the book had suggested. “i desire to punish those who have done me wrong, and give myself a better life! One that has happiness in it.” she explained, holding out her hands, beseeching the demon to do as she pleaded, the left palm still slick and shining with blood that still flowed like a gently trickling creek. “i ask for your help in getting what I deserve, and punishing those who have kept it from me in such a cruel manner!” she pleaded. “and I will give you something in return.” she admitted, suddenly stepping back and hesitating. “i will give you my body, for as long as you stay in this world and I am alive, you may use my body as you will it.”

as if to prove this point, she began to undress, knowing the shields would not fall until the Demon had agreed to the deal, so she pulled her shirt over her head, and unbuckled her bra, leaving her large, hardening nipples hanging free for the demon's pleasure as she undid her pants and pushed them, and the red thong down, kicking the clothes to the side she stood there, naked as the day she was born and staring up at the demon with wide, frightened, but aroused eyes. “you will eve be the first to touch my body, a virgin I am, willing to let you have everything my body offers you.” a virgin was rare in the human world these days, and one so old and beautiful rarer still, could the demon refuse such a thing? Sylvia had her doubts, and even if the Futa could deny the beautiful sexy virgin, Sylvia could always offer her first born child like she had originally been planning to do.