My Demon Girlfriend (Alpha and Sigr)

[AlphaZero]

Well, the morning was defunatly off to a bizzare start.

It wasn't every morning that a summoned demon barged into Mike's first peroid english class and declared herself his girlfriend before climbing onto his desk and jamming her tounge down his throat, but it was honestly hard for him to complain considering the envious looks he was getting from pretty much everyone. And that included the teacher.

How mild mannered Mike, tall and skinny with his mop of dark hair and glasses ended up with an impossibility hot redhead all but ready to jump his bones right there in the middle of the classroom was beyond anyone's comprehension.

Well except for Mike himself who knew EXACTLY how this happened.

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The previous night

Demon summoning was an exact science, more so than most other form of magic, one wrong rune, one crooked line in circle one word misspoken could blow a hole in the fabric of reality that all manner of nastiness could come pouring through, the last record of a summoning going THAT badly has been in Russia in 1911, and it leveled an entire forest for miles and miles.

Mike was very much working to NOT let that happen, one because he would prefer not to die in his first major attempt at high level magic. And secondly because he was in the suburbs and didn't want to nuke the whole neighborhood if he fucked up. He had set himself up in the attic of the old hose, a space that his father had designated as his magic workshop ages ago and where Mike had done most of his learning and practice on the subject. His parents where, of course, not home, having gone off on some misadventure in search of some artifact or another as they where offten known to do leaving their eighteen year old son to fend for himself.

He had gotten used to being on his own, it gave him time to consult the massive ancient books on magic that had been collected over the years and blast his music as loud as he wanted.

He crouched on floor before the summoning circle, reviewing his own notes and the spell book he had been following the guidelines of for tonight's test, pushing to push his glasses back of his nose before leaning back on his hanunches. He dressed plainly, jeans and an AC/DC t-shirt on under a plain blue hoodie, hardly the kind of attire one would expect to see someone attempting to summon a demon wearing.

"Ok." He said outloud to no one in particular, "let's try this out."

He raised his hands, holding them palm up at his sides and began to read from the pages before him, words from an ancient launguge tumbled forth from his mouth, his tounge having trouble wrapping around some of the sounds. The lights became dim and a smell of brimstone began to flood the room and Mike continued to read, the words taking on a certain musical sound as he began to speak faster.

A sound filled the air, like the ripping of fabric and a hot wind blew from the middle of the summoning circle, he tried not to loose focus.

A strange light began to seep from the middle of the circle, a strange green light that was almost sickening to look at. Hot wind howeled scattering pages around and sending his notes flying acorss the room.

That was bad.

Without his notes he had no chocies but to try and complete it by memory. His chanting reached a a feavered pitch, trying his best to yell above the rushing wind and as the last word left his mouth a shock wave erupted from the circle, sending Mike tumbeling backwards and slamming into a bookshelf, cashing several heavy volumes to fall on him and a crystal ball to land on his head leaving him dazed.

 

[Sigr]

Mhra stepped into the classroom with confidence, her connection to the one she was seeking making it easier to find him, even if she had to ask people for directions along the way. Her jeans were about to burst, barely holding her bountiful flesh while black frilly lingerie peeked over the low waistline. Her generous chest softly swung as she climbed over his desk, contained in a white top that showed both her fit midriff due to it's shortness and hinted to a black bra through its material. Mhra's styled fiery red hair shone bright as the hungry emeralds she had for eyes sparkled at the sight of Mike. Grasping him by the collar, she took advantage of his mouth, open in both surprise and disbelief, to jam her tongue in. Forceful and noisy, Mhra's tongue reached where no tongue should, her plush lips cushioning against his, melding both of them in a kiss as short lived as it was intense.

Oh, this was going to be funnier than expected.

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Another boring day in the nether levels of Hell. Sure Mhra had plenty of victims to torture, many souls to play with, but it wasn't the same. Her expertise was the physical world, the realm of those sweet mortals. It had been a while since the last time she visited it, her behavior punished by grounding her in the most dull of tasks, away from the pleasures and excitement of the levels above, not to mention Earth itself. Perhaps if she did as little noise as possible and behaved, the ones in charge would let her go back to the tasks she was made for? If not, she wouldn't hold for much longer and would start to look for an exit herself, even if possessions were a disgusting affair, at least that way she could feel the touch of flesh again.

With a sigh, Mhra felt something different, a tingle, almost like bells rattling in her ears. Getting goosebumps, she finally understood what was going on, but she couldn't quite believe it. A summoning? Who was so knowledgeable and powerful as to reach those depths of Hell? It was something strange only made weirder and weirder by the target of their invocation, a Succubus that shouldn't even be there to begin with. Accepting the odd chance as something way more interesting than to be there for who knew how long, Mhra not only didn't offer any resistance, but tried to help, pushing her power along the conduit, her eyes shining green.

It seemed that the link was going to break, but as suddenly as it started, Mhra instantly knew she wasn't in hell anymore, suddenly pulled from it to land... where? It was some kind of wooden attic, the house of a mortal no doubt, but far from the stony dungeon she expected. Things were thrown around, probably in the chaos of what transpired, as Mhra stood on a somewhat erased summoning circle. A crystal ball rolled to her feet, as she stood curious, picking it in one hand as the other rested on her naked, wide hip. Her sight soon rested on the strangely dressed man on the ground where the crystal ball came from, so Mhra approached him, tail swishing on the air, her little wings flapping excited.

Mhra kind of expected some wizened old mystic whose lewd mind wanted to summon something than his body would nowhere be able to handle, but instead she found a pretty normal and young boy. Looking around, she made sure no one else was there, so he had to be the one that brought her to the Earth. The boy seemed dazed, perhaps exhausted by the experience, so Mhra crouched in front of him, her legs open in an uncouth manner befitting her. Reaching for his face with one hand, she still hold the crystal ball with the other, wanting to take a better peek at him when she noticed he was waking up.

"Aren't you too young to be a Warlock?" she asked, her voice a thread of silk, a wandering finger poking around his face and chest.

 

[AlphaZero]

Apparently, crystal balls where heaver than Mike had thought. A LOT heavier infact. The impact had left him dazed and apparently had ratteled his brain enough to cause halusinations.

Or atleast that's what Mike aussumed what was going on. Otherwise he had no reasonable explination for WHY there was a porn star squating infont of him with her legs spread. Well, he assumed she was a porn star, with a body like THAT he honestly couldn't figure what else she could me. His eyes wondered accross the seemingly endless expases of her exposed flesh. The feeling of her fingers creeping along his chest snapped him out of his stouper, "Warlock? No... I'm not..." He stammered, his eyes drifting between her massive mamories and the thatch of red hair between her legs, "I'm, I'm, who...what? What are you doing?"

 

[Sigr]

"An apprentice then?" Mhra wondered out loud when the young man said he was no warlock. She had met overeager magical students before, the ones that were driven by their hunger for power, for knowledge, but still trapped by their young bodies, victims of their lust and desires. She had tempted and drained a share of those, whose souls were now taking punishment in a circle of hell. This one seemed different, not specially secure about what he had just done, nor planting his hands all over him. It wasn't like he was particularly scared, but seemed mostly confused. Judging by the state of the place and where he had summoned Mhra from, something had to go wrong, very wrong.

"Just checking you and your funny clothes out" she answered, taking her poking finger upwards, resting it under his chin and lifting his face towards hers. "So you like what you see, that much is obvious" Mhra commented, her tiny black wings fluttering above her shoulders. "But you seem to have no answers" she frowned. "Here, hold this thing for me" she said, planting the crystal ball she picked up on one of his hands, using her free ones to hold him by the armpits. "Hup!" she uttered, helping him get up, perhaps too quickly, helping the young man steady on his feet, with her figure awfully close. "Here, let me..." she said, straightening his clothes, swatting the dust out of them, using her arrow tipped tail to move his arms if needed, enveloping them with that deceivingly long appendix.

"Now you look at least presentable" Mhra said, her meaty lips shaped in an appreciative pout. Leaving him be and recover, Mhra turned around to further check the place, walking a few steps and leaning to see what was left of the summoning circle, giving the young man quite the look at her plump ass. "I'm no specialist... but this looks messed. Maybe you fumbled the words?" she hummed, returning to face him. "I shouldn't be here, but that doesn't mean I don't like it" she stretched her arms out, enjoying the feeling of being on Earth, waiting to see if he had anything to say or ask of her.

 

[AlphaZero]

Mike fumbled with the crystal ball as it was dropped into his hands. It was definatly heavier than he had thought it was hollow but based on the weight and how badly it had thumbed him on the head without shattering it was obviously solid. How did one go about crafting an orb from solid crystal?

Or maybe a better question he should be asking himself was why in the name of fuck was he thinking about a stupid ass crystal ball when he had a ....well he was fairly certain now, that there was demon in the attic with him dusting him off from his fall. The wings, the tail, that had to be it, he had succeeded in his summing. But something had gone wrong, he had been attempting to summon an imp, something small and harmless not...

The realization of what he had done hit him like a ton of bricks, or maybe another damned crystal ball to the head. When he had lost his notes he had fumbled a few words and maybe copied a rune or two wrong from the book and ended up with a Succubus here. His hormonal teenage brain went one way and the mage in him went the other, unsure what to really make of the whole situation in a very disagreeable ways.

"I...uh. Lost my notes during the ritual. So I probably said something wrong." He admitted.

 

[Sigr]

"Incorrect? Sure. Accidental? Of course" Mhra whispered, getting closer and closer to the summoner. "But wrong? Oh no, nothing about this feels wrong" her voice was a warm embrace, only made it more present as she was close enough for her breasts to squish against his chest. Face to face, it seemed that she was a bit smaller than him, an odd thing to notice, but it wasn't as she minded it. "Willingly or not, it's been too long since-" her hands wandered to his hair, noticing the confusion on his face. "Wait, you don't want this?" she said, surprised. "It wouldn't be the first time, and in case you want a boy I could do some arrangements when I've more energy, but for the look in your eyes I'd say it wasn't that" she said, frowning.

"Oh, I know what" Mhra clapped her hands together. "How about you and me get out of... whatever this place is" she said, gesturing around her, "and that way you can get some water, perhaps a bite..." she sighed, her breasts moving up and down. "Whatever calms you and makes you be at ease" Mhra suggested. "I could even cover myself if it bothers you so much" Mhra said. An expert on all things seduction, she knew that she wouldn't get anywhere by forcing herself on that young man, that would give her no sustenance, so she knew that her prey needed to be at ease. It was true that sometimes less was more, as he wouldn't be the first one that wanted her to dress with various outfits, each more enticing than the next.

"You can call me... Maria" she said with a naughty giggle. Her true name was a thing of power and would sound awkward on his lips, so it was better to make up a fake one. "You will be able to ask any questions you want and so we'll sort this one out" she said, trying to make him at ease, even if it seemed somewhat impossible while she was naked.

 

[AlphaZero]

Her word wormed their way into his brain, pushing and pulling at his thoughts. Her breasts squished against him and he could feel warmth of her skin through his cloths, almost unnaturally warm, like the fires of hell itself had been warming her, which honestly wasn't that far from the truth. He swallowed hard, muttering something under his breath to himself. He wasn't sure if what she was doing was an intentional or just some natural part of who she was.

"I...you. Thirsty. I could use a glass of water. Kitchen is....downstairs." He took a step back, than another until he was arms length away from her. The hinges creaked as he pulled open the door and jogged down the stairs.

 

[Sigr]

Seeing him ran away at the first opportunity made Mhra smile, but she soon frowned, turning serious. What kind of person had summoned her, even by accident? His mousy attitude was somewhat cute, and the general insecurity and fumbling made clear that the mistake summoning her was an honest one, not an excuse by a perverted warlock. Wait, was he a virgin? The mere idea of a virgin wizard of such raw untapped power made Mhra's mouth water. If she managed to take him willingly she could have access to an unlimited reservoir of power, a proverbial wishing well so to speak.

Without a second to waste, "Maria" walked downstairs, looking around to the strange place she had been summoned in. This was no underground dungeon or tall tower, the walls weren't even heavy slabs of stone, but looked flimsy. More of a glorified and gussied up wooden house than anything else, with adornments all around and things whose purpose was a mystery to her. It seemed to be a house of sorts with several floors, one set of stairs leading into another, the windows revealing a placid place of similar looking houses outside, giving her an idea to the kind of place she was in. What kind of world was she summoned into? How much had the Earth changed since the last time she was in? In the distance outside, a man seemed to be using some kind of tube to shoot water and clean a horseless carriage, but he didn't look as it was doing a miserable task but enjoying it.

Shaking her head, Mhra proceeded downstairs, looking for her summoner and the kitchen he talked about. "Hello? Where have you gone nameless wizard?" she asked around, not knowing where to go. She seemed to have a lot to learn of that world, but if the wizard didn't stop mumbling and calmed down it would be difficult. Perhaps she should cover herself, since if her theory of him being a virgin was true, it was no wonder that her natural charms had even more effect on the poor guy.

 

[AlphaZero]

Down in the kitchen Mike paced nervously trying to put together all of this. He had buggered something up in the ritual, either a wrong word, a wrong symbol, either way he had gone from trying to summon up a harmless little Imp to a full blown succubus who clearly had other things on her mind. Though it was kind of her natrue as he understood it.

Or atleast he hopped that's all it was and she wasn't genuinely trying to cause him some kind of harm out of enjoyment for it. He could hear her moving around and calling for him and something cold and hard gripped him inside. And he sucked in a deep breath. He needed to figure out a way to send her back.

 

[Sigr]

"Hello?" Mhra peeked around, finding only odd rooms whose purpose seemed strange, full of furniture that sometimes was familiar, but other's completely strange. The house seemed to be full of windows all around, so she had to be discreet for the sake of her summoner and her own. One thing was to be a succubus and cause the lust of the mortals, but another one was to be identified as a demon. The world may have changed a lot, but she didn't want to be chased by zealots and so called soldiers of God around. Focusing a bit, she managed to make her wings and tail disappear, the extent of her powers weakened for now, but that should suffice. Now if she managed to find...

"Aha!" in her search for the wizard that summoned her, Mhra found a small room with hangers full of warm clothes of many sorts. Grabbing a black, long coat that seemed that could fit her, she promptly put it on. That way not only anyone that passed outside the house wouldn't see her naked, but also she hoped that the clothes helped to calm the wizard down a bit. The coat suited her in an odd way, a bit tight on her wide hips and her heavy chest, but it should be better than walking naked anyway. At least that way the wizard should be able to look at her at the face, and stop staring at her groin, or so she hoped. But for that she had to be able to find him first, unless he had fled the house, as it didn't seem that big.

"Oh, there you are!" Mhra said, finding the strange looking kitchen and the young man inside it. "Feeling better, did you have your glass of water already?" she asked, genuinely worried about his state.

 

[AlphaZero]

Water.
Right he had used getting a glass of water as an excuse to get away from her and her charms to try and settle his nerves and think. Thiguh that did give him an idea as to how to get his head back on straight.

He grabbed the full water jug from the fridge and seated himself at the table, then promptly dumped the entire jug of cold water into his lap.

Mike let out a yelp as the cold water sloshed over his brothers but it had the desired effect, forcing the blood to re-direcrt back to his brain allowing him some clarity to think.

He sat there for a moment, sucking in several deep breaths and glairing at his uninvited guest, and wishing just glaring angerly was enough to open a portal and send her back home. The problem was that Mike, dispite his lack of experience, was not stupid, and if he planned on sending her back he would need her name. And he very much doubted she was stupid enough to have so willingly give that particular price of information.

"Alright, Maria " he said, biting off individual silabals of her name, "It occurs to me you're probably not going anywhere. Least not willingly. So we need to address some rules."

Even in his more calmed state his eyes wondered over her form concealed under the tight fitting coat, his brain screaming at him to just give in, rip the cost off her and burry his face in her chest.

He wished he hadn't dumped all the water on himself, he really could use a drink at that moment.

 

[Sigr]

Mhra looked curious at how her summoner got up and instead of answering her question about water he kind of showed her. "Oww" she groaned, unable to prevent wincing as he emptied a full jug of what looked like really cold water that he got from a weird looking cupboard right over his groin. "I hope that helped... I also covered myself with this thing..." she said, trying to be of help even if he was mostly hissing, looking as he regretted every last drop of water that he dumped on himself and at the same time glaring at her. Giving him time despite how he acted, Mhra awaited until he finally managed to talk, even if she didn't quite like what he had to say.

"Hey, don't say it like it was my fault" Mhra protested. "You are the one that botched something!" she added, huffing. "But I don't mind it, things were boring down there... so lets say that you are right" she smiled. "Talk to me about those rules of yours, although I've been quite well mannered, even if it's rude for me to say it" she added. Mhra looked for a seat and rested her voluptuous form on it, giving him some space. "How should I call you?" she asked, tempted to offer some examples that went from 'master' to 'darling' but she didn't want to rattle the young man more than he was, interested on knowing what was his name and what rules did he had in mind.

 

[AlphaZero]

Mike clicked his tounge in thought, unsure of exactly how much he should tell her. She was a preditoray speices by nature, for all he knew she had all kinds of sinister schemes running through her head. Giving her his name would give her power over him he couldn't afford to give up.

"You can call me whatever you want. I'll tell you my name IF I decide it's safe. For rules it's simple. Don't leave the house and keep some clothes on at all times."

 

[Sigr]

Mhra tilted her head, awaiting for an answer, and when the young man talked again, his words were laced with a self confidence he didn't quite show until now. He was indeed interesting, and despite having messed the summoning up, smarter than expected. It wasn't like she could do much with his name, as her expertise and source of power didn't lay there, but it was nice seeing that the one that brought her here wasn't some amateur dumb fuck that knew nothing about what he was doing.

"No leaving the house, always wearing clothes, okay..." she paused, thinking about how to call him. "Darling" she decided, not wanting to resist to being playful. If he didn't like the moniker he could always say it after all. "Talking about leaving the house... what kind of place is this?" she said, looking around. "It doesn't look stone made like a nobleman's house, and yet it's too nice to be a peasant hut" she commented. "The windows make it look unsafe, how can someone afford so much glass and not a proper tower or fortress?" she questioned, aware that time had passed since the last time she was on Earth, but not how much or how civilization had changed.