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A Summoning Gone Askew [Tyr & Lunar]

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[LunarDysis]

Supernova
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Jan 25, 2009
"Please... please please please!" A young girls voice begged, a soft sigh escaped a mans throat as his hand rose and covered his face. "Fine, only because I love you." He said, giving a light glare before he smirked and pulled the girl close to him, kissing her. "Why do you want to do this anyways?" He asked as his fingers ran over his books in his closet before grasping one that looked as if it hadn't been touched in years. Opening it up, it shown drawings of different demons and different spells that laid unused for years.

The young woman looked up to him and smiled, Aislyn was her name and she had revenge written all over her face. Her hand grasped the book as her fingers pushed and pulled each page to the side. Trying to find the perfect demon for the job, "My mother and I.. A few years back." She said and cleared her throat, "She thought she had found the man of her dreams again. Raped her..tried to get me but the cops came and he bolted." She said and glareed. "I need him dead.. I want him dead for what he did to my mother." She muttered before she stopped and breathed in, her eyes upon the picture of the certain demon who cared for nothing but pain and suffering and she smirked.

Aislyn was a short, fragile girl almost. Just barely leaving her teens at 19, standing at 5'5'', her hair a dark chocolate brown and her eyes a deep blue. Her skin soft, wearing a white tank top with a black skirt and high heels. She was sweet and innocent but she had to seek revenge and she would do anything for it. Even summon a demon, her boyfriend had great experience in summoning demons so she knew she could trust him on this. "This.. this is the one." she said, her finger tapping upon the paper and he sighed softly before he nodded and set the book down, getting the assorted things it would need. About twenty minutes had passed until he was standing up and held the book in front of him and he began to chant.

"Magic forces black and white
Reaching out through space and light
Be he far or be he near
Bring us, the demon here"

He said and closed the book as he looked up slowly... Waiting.
 
Vargoth sat on his throne of black ebony stone, the incessant smell of sulfur permeating the room. Spread throughout the large room were various denizens of underworld, all vying for his favor. At his feet was the body of a bound dead virgin, her sweat blood having already filled him, as another supplicant stepped forward to beg for some minor convenience, when he felt a small tug. The black claws of his hand still moist with the girl’s blood mindlessly rap in rhythm on the armrest of the throne, clearly indicating a need for expediency on the applicant’s request. All of them seemed to feel the need to produce an endless number of titles and honorifics before they were forthcoming with their pathetic requests. Having reached his daily limit of boredom and stupidity, he cuts the monologue short, his clawed hand reaching out and killing the wretched thing, for its mere voice grated on him. As the head rolls it eyes bulging in shock Vargoth stands to his full impressive height of eight feet. It was hard to tell if his dark red scales glinted because of their natural sheen or the blood that still coated them from his recent kill. Both hoofed feet clang against the stone floor as he moves away from the throne, the various creatures fleeing from his reach, a large pool of blood spreading from the beheaded body collapsed on the floor. Again he feels the tug.

For reasons unknown even to him he actually stopped and listened to the request from the mortal world. Such requests were usually shunted off to lesser beings wishing to rise in the hierarchy as they gathered power and favors from mortals, something even he had done long ago. The pull was strong so the person incanting the summons had power, though the request was unnamed, meaning the person felt himself or herself protected from retribution. Vargoth could ignore the request, and let another have it, but it peaked his interest, if nothing else it was a diversion from the mindless boredom he experienced of late.

Each summons had an implied need, much like a fisherman, who applied a specific lure to attract a particular type of fish; this summons wanted an assassin a killer of some type. Though the caster of this spell had no idea what or who would answered his call, Vargoth closes his eyes and lets himself be drawn to the world of mortals.

In a puff of acrid smoke he disappears and reappears in a new local.
 
Aislyn sighed as they waited though soon a cloud of smoke arised and she stepped back slowly, her boyfriend with her and her heart beat began to speed up to see the eight foot demon in front of them. Her eyes wide, having expected a small demon who would be.. stealthy. But she couldn't say that he wasn't stealthy and she swallowed as her boyfriend stepped back grabbing her arm and standing behind her. "W-who are you?" She asked, her heart felt as if it was going to jump out of her chest and she looked him over.

He was huge! Towering over them both, his scales glinting in the bright light of the living room. The sun was slowly setting and it was the perfect time for her revenge. She stepped forward, "I'm... Aislyn. This is my boyfriend, I had him summon you." She nodded, "I need you to do a request for me. His name is.. Johnathon Cowan. I want him dead.. the life sucked from his body." She said through gritted teeth, she was a sweet girl but right now the only thing coming from her was pure hatred.
 
Vargoth’s voice was very deep, almost rumbling as he basically laughs at the inexperienced girl’s question. If she didn’t know who he was, she was already at a disadvantage and in trouble.

I’m the one you summoned?

He responds as he surveys the room, and as he suspected they must have thought they were summoning an assassin demon, and thus didn’t need to know its true name or much else. The naïve young girl bypasses the obvious summoner and begins to give instructions. As if her plans are important, Vargoth bows his head and nods attentively, when in truth he was inspecting the lines of power inscribed in the floor, sufficient to hold, but little else. The boy/man says nothing as she gives her name and that of the target, along with the result she wanted. All of that was of little interest to him, as he watches the young girl’s body and hears venomous hatred pouring from her mouth. The contrast of it surprised and delighted him. It was something far different, that the dregs that crawled in to prostrate themselves at his feet, not that at certain times, he didn’t thoroughly enjoy that.

And what in payment do you offer for this service?
 
She opened her mouth, obviously unaware she had to pay him and her heart pounded a bit. "When.. when the job is done. I'll give you your payment." She nodded and looked back at her boyfriend who nodded his head and gave a worred but yet confused look. She looked up to him and she nodded her head slowly as she gave him the directions of where he lived. "Do it any way you'd like. Rip him apart.. slowly. Make him shit his pants.. I want him dead. In the most horrific way." She snarled and she swallowed as she stepped forward and looked up to him. "I will pay you anything." She nodded.
 
The beast listened as the girl explained payment upon completion, for which Vargoth completely understood, only a fool would do otherwise. Still she did seem to hesitate when he asked the question, which further supported his thought that she was inexperienced in such negotiations. His years of such things he hid his surprise when she put forward that the payment was anything. The need to laugh out loud was almost too much to bear, for such a payment was a colossal stupidity, only those in soul debt already or about to die offered such a payment. Oh he was going to enjoy this so thoroughly.

Done, I accept your terms! Do you wish physical proof?

The two black eyes stare down at the girl, as his tail flickers about waiting for an answer, before he leaves. His forked tongue licking at his fanged teeth, Vargoth wonders if either knows what they have done. He was sure that this trip to the mortal world would be a memorable one.
 
She felt that something bad was going to happen, but when she followed her gut on those. It turned to be just stupid little things, why worry on this. He'd probably just want gold or some odd payment that she'd be able to give him. Though she nodded her head slowly up to him, "Yes" Was all she said before she turned to watch him leave and her boyfriend cocked his brow just as he turned. "Now we wait, shouldn't be too long." She shook her head as she left to the couch and plopped down onto it as they time went on by.
 
Vargoth's skill were far better than those of any ordinary summoned demon, his were those granted by hundreds of years of soul sucking, enslavement and killing. In another puff of smoke he vanishes from the room, and reappears above the structure, paying it no attention he brings forth a small dark ball, which for reasons unknown almost reflects light. The ball expands till it was greater than Vargoth was tall. What at first appear to be nothingness soon coalesces into a moving picture, the subject one Johnathon Cowan. Always the paranoid type Vargoth waits for a moment and incants another spell to confirm this is not some elaborate trap. Such though highly unlikely wasn’t beyond the realm of possible given his status and the sheer number who would wish his downfall.

Satisfied with the results, he steps through the dark portal and into what appears to be Johnathon’s bedroom, were he appeared to be copulating with a young girl. Jonathon was thrusting away into the young thing when Vargoth steps up behind and the girl screams seeing Vargoth in his true form, his horns almost touching the ceiling. One of Vargoth’s large clawed hands reaches out and grabs the man about the neck as he plucks him from the girl. Vargoth laughs for the man’s small instrument is spewing it seed about as he dangles in the air. Only now realizing what trouble he may be in, and that the girl’s scream was for something else far different.
 
Her screams were from horror, piercing loud screams as she scooted back onto the bed as Johnathon was squirming in the demons grasp. "What are you! Let me go!" He pleaded, his voice high in fear as sweat dripped down his face, fear struck his eyes. His hands balled up and trying to pound away at the demons chest. "Get out of here!" He yelled down as the girl pushed herself from the bed and try to run from whatever this thing was. Ten feet tall, it's horns reaching the ceiling. Not caring that she was naked as she had to reach the door.
 
Vargoth sniffed the air, the aroma of fear was obvious, but so was something else. The screams and demands of the man are ignored. The small man was an insignificant distraction flailing about as Vargoth analyzed the scent. Yes, that was it, the girl was in heat, she was ovulating, and she was ripe. Without a seconds thought he reaches out and breaks both of the man’s legs, the cracking and popping of bone loud enough for everyone to hear, the compound facture in one leg spaying the girl and him in blood. Satisfied that Johnathon wasn’t going anywhere Vargoth tosses the man against a wall, where he would retrieve him later. With a thud the man hits the wall and slides to the floor, his mobility very limited, Vargoth turns to the girl.

With a deep resonating voice he speaks to the young woman who was about to attempt an escape.

Don’t go my darling I’m not done with you yet.

The smile if it could be called that reveals a large set of sharp fangs, as his forked tongue licks his black lips. One of his clawed hands reaches out and traces its way across her soft subtle skin of her front, their are sharp enough to draw blood if she struggles. He directs his commanding voice at the young woman.

Does he know you came ready to have child.

Vargoth just assumes she was attempting to entrap the man for some reason, which of course gave him the smallest smidgen of respect for her.
 
She stepped back and cried out at the sound of bone breaking, snapping and the sudden spray of blood across her face and naked body. She trembled as the demons scaly claws reached up and over her body, trying to keep herself still enough so she wouldn't get hurt. Though she looked up sudden at his question and she whimpered just as she shook her head, "N-no. I wanted to tell him after." She said and breathed in, wondering how it knew she wanted to en-trap the man and have a child.

Saying that, she could see the confused but yet disgusted face of the man laying upon the floor in his blood. Glaring at her and she tried to step back from this thing. Gasping at the light slice of his claws against her skin as she backed away from him, grunting. Her back met the cold wall, her fingertips trailing the wooden structure as she tried to slide to the side.
 
There were so many reason Vargoth wanted out of his lower planes palace and the maybe not so sweat thing lying naked on the bed was just one of them. He cast a glance over at the whimpering male crumpled in the corner, and knew he had time for a small delicious diversion from his primary quest. The girl’s obvious and of course pitiful excuses meant nothing to Vargoth, as his tone is full of sarcasm.

Of course you were going to tell him after your body was ripe with child. I can hear now a simple request for a stipend or settlement, in this sensitive matter. You would of course be gracious in accepting his monetary compensation. How very caring of you my darling.

With an over emphasized turn to the whimpering broken man lying in the corner, Vargoth turns back to the girl.

Well then it seems he’s let the deed shall we say go undone, it would of course become my responsibility as the interfering party to finish this.

The smile and look on the creature's face was the personification of evil. The woman had backed as far as she could on the blood splatter bed, her body up against wall and headboard, Vargoth’s hulking form easily in reach of her vulnerable body. A clawed hand reaches out grasping her across the chest, his scaly fingers and palm now capturing her breasts. He leans in and begins to lick the blood from her body, the rough ebony tongue flittering over her pale skin. The taste sending sexual shivers as the creature’s body feels the sexual arousing beginning. The large black veined monster between his legs begins to grow as the aroma of blood and a girl in heat fills his nostrils, and now taste buds.
 
"W-what..?" She gasped and tried to push back more, as far as she could go but alas. She was a far as she could go, she was up against the wall and headboard. "No..I.. I can find someone else to finish the deed." She stammered out just moments before his large scaly hand reached out and she cried out. Feeling it grasp her chest and she squirmed a bit, her hands grasping at his wrist and she cried out in disgust as it's long ebony tongue slid out and up her body. She was still ripe with arousal and the feeling of it didn't help matters. Kicking her legs as her lips were still hot from being worked up earlier.

Though her eyes traveled down and they widened to see the large black veined...thing between his legs growing and she began to panick. "No.. no." She shook her head and tried to do anything she could to get from him as she was now trapped upon the bed in his grasp.
 
Oh come now, you can’t convince me that pitiful and pathetic example of human flesh was what you really wanted?

While the one claw holds her about the chest, the clawed hand continues kneading her breasts, the other claw dips between her legs, and crudely and lasciviously begins to play with her sex. Her wiggling and squirming a minor inconvenience to his far superior strength and bulk. The large forked tongue begins to clean the blood from the one breast not being mauled.

The more she fought and resisted the more it turned him on. Vargoth loved the fight, the resistance, till his victim gave into to carnal lust. There was nothing loving or caring about any woman he took, but at the same time, the more aroused they became the more aroused he became. Even now the barbed tip of his demonic cock was becoming exposed from its sheath and growing to full size. Like a large man’s arm and fist it grew to attention, driven by the smell of blood and arousal.

I’ve bet you wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by a real cock, and not something like that man-child in the corner.
 
She felt tears stream down her face and she shook her head, "No.." She said softly and she looked up to him as the one continues to rub her breast though she cried out in surprise as sh ekicked her legs a bit to feel his other claw pressing just between her legs against her sex. Though if she knew that her fighting and resisting was turning him on, she would have stopped and it might have saved her life. She cried out as her legs continue to kick about though she felt herself growing warmer.

She lost her breath as she saw his shaft growing longer and larger and her heart pounded, "Y-yes.." she nodded her head, the sight of it caused a light tingling sensation through her body but she shook her head back into reality and she swallowed as her juices began to run down her thighs now.
 
The demon smirks as his claw continues to play with her pussy, the aroma of her arousal clearly filling his nostrils. The fear in her was arousing, especially when mixed with the blood and sweat of her body, such a delightful taste he thought. The way he pawed at her body was very rough and sexual, his claw leaving welts and bruises and it continued to play with her tit. The monster sucked in her other tit into its jagged mouth, gnawing at it, causing blood to well up, which he happily fed on.

Good you’ve learned not to lie to me. Now know this, I will give you child, one not of this earth. In exchange for this service, I will reward you in ways beyond your imagining, fail me in this and your death will last an eternity.

Just the thought of what potential such a thing offered got him hard. The tip of his large shaft already was dripping in a black precum. His eyes burned red with the fires of the abyss that only a mortal woman could quench. Vargoth steps over the bed, and puts a hoofed foot to each side, his mammoth shaft now pointing directly at her face. Both hand now holding her about the waist, leaving her hands free, blood still trickling from the wounded breast. . His tail takes up where his claw once was, and lashes her about her sex.

Taste what you are about to receive.
 
The girl breathed in and whimpered as she closed her eyes, trying to turn her head to the side and she cried out as she felt his hands around her waist. Her hands moved and grasped at his wrists and she gasped, his tail violating her sex as it rubbed up and down causing her to squirm. Wanting him to stop but wanting him to continue as her sex grew warm, swallowing. "I..i.." she stammered as she looked up to the demon before her. His engorged member hanging in front of her face and she quivered.

Her hands rising as they took hold of the large base of his shaft. Her eyes closed as her lips opened and she leaned forward as her lips touched his head. Her tongue slowly darting out as it touched his hardened shaft as his black pre-cum dripped into her mouth, swallowing and gagging a bit as large globs of it slid into her mouth more.
 
The drool from its fanged mouth drips down as the woman, touches and finally tastes of his massive length. The only sounds are her whimpers and the wails of man in the corner. Vargoth looks down as the girl feeds for first time at his unholy staff.

There you go, that wasn’t so bad was it?

Such a cliché question, but Vargoth loved the way it sounded. He could see her eye widen as she begins to work his cock. Still holding her, the thumbs on his clawed hands press against her nipples, their sharp edges leaving little trails of blood as they cut into the soft flesh. The tail continues to slap her heat, thrashing it soft petals and small nub with it rough scales.

Take it darling; enjoy what no man will ever be able to give you. You are going to experience something that few mortal women have ever.

The chuckles were pure evil, as he pondered the corruption of her mortal flesh. Best of all would he be able to corrupt her soul. Some came to evil easily, others need to be coerced, and some failed the test and died, that was just how it worked.
 
She cried out with each thrash he gave against her sex and her small nub she panted as her lips took in his seed and the taste of his long black veiny shaft. She moaned and her hands rested on his base before moving up as her tongue trailed along his sensitive skin and she swallowed. She hadn't fully changed but somehow she was slowly changing just with him making her take his cum into her mouth right now she felt different.

A good but bad different. She swallowed and her hands moved up and down as her mouth sucked along the head of his shaft, trying to get what cum she could get into her mouth as her juices seeped out of her and down her thighs and onto the bed beneath her.
 
Vargoth watches as the young human sucks at his mammoth length, deciding that she would make a good supplicant on the mortal plane. If he were to spend anytime here, he’d need to build his base of power, and more that were under his control the better.

Nice job slut! You do your kind justice by your compliance you will be rewarded.

She had already cleaned the precum oozing from his shaft, and now attempting to bring forth the rest by the time honored method of sucking. If she weren’t in heat, he might has raped her in the ass, and gutted her like a fish, but she was and did served his purpose. The smell of blood was now mixed with their mutual arousal and had monster in him going.

You’re wet slut, I can tell you’re almost ready.

He raises his claw, and licks the blood that had been seeping from her breast.

Just think how much you’re going to enjoy having it wedged between your legs. Never again will you look on an ordinary man and fantasize, for you will had far better and far more.
 
She conitnued to lick his head and suck on it as she panted lightly and her eyes closed as she felt herself growing hot between her legs and she moaned out as she looked up to him. "I...I want you in me." She said with a nod and spread her legs for him, now more willing as she had tried to close her legs when his tail was violating her and her back arched as her juices trailed out of her and she swallowed. "Please.." She whimpered and her hands ran up and down his shaft more, faster.
 
The monster tilts its head at her admission of desire, a strand of spittle falling from its jaws, and landing on her, the words pleasing to him. It briefly lets go of his hold, and withdraws it length from her grasp as it speaks in a deep resonating tone.

Then you shall have it.

The clawed hands wrap around her ankles digging in and drawing blood. The creature splays her legs wide so he can see her damp pinkness laid open for him. His massive hulking frame hanging over her, the mammoth weapon between his legs, but inches form her wet pussy. Without regard to her comfort or preparedness, he jambs it in, pushing it all the way to the hilt, the barbed end in it pushing aside any resistance.

You are now my concubine. Your body is mine to do with as I please. You are a servant of the darkness, you are to be the mother of the shadow, and now you will feel what it is to truly submit and accept a new lord.

The demon begins to laugh, as he prepares to fuck her, in ways she probably never imagined.
 
She breathed in as she watched him, feeling his head against her slit though she cried out loudly. Her back arching up as he didn't take his time to get inside of her, he thrust it in and deeply. She whimpered as she felt the barbs pushing in deeply an she panted as her hands grasped the sheet beneath him and she swallowed as she groaned out in slight pain and pleasure. She nodded her head and looked up to him, "I'm your concubine." she nodded her head and her hands grabbed the pillow under her head.

Her walls stretched wide for him and her head tilted back as her breasts were perky in the air. Blood along her body and on her bed, "A-ah...fuck me.. please." She groaned.
 
His demonic length began to fuck the small human woman on the bed. Over and over he plunged his length into her with force. For Vargoth got his pleasure and satisfaction from inflicting pain on others, and this he did with relish. So his hips didn’t so much thrust as pounded into her with brutal force. Quickly he began to jackhammer her tender flesh with his monstrous appendage. Growling at the tightness wrapping around his shaft, Vargoth feels the moisture making its passage easier, if the moisture was from her arousal or blood from his invasion he didn’t care.

Good human slut, you understand.

The splaying of her legs no longer necessary, the claws let go, and reach down to wrap around her tiny waist, their sharp edges digging into the soft flesh. Now with a good claw hold, he continues to drive his massive length into her small hole. The sounds of their bodies smacking together, drown out the whimpering of the crippled man in the corner.
 
"Y-yes.." She stammered but still cried out but in small pain but mostly pleasure as he continued to pound his large shaft into her small hole. The girl gasped out, listening to their bodies smacking together and she could no longer hear the man whimpering and crying in the corner due to his broken legs. "A-ah.. god. Fuck me." She gasped as her hands grasped onto the bedsheets, her legs spread as wide as they could so he could pound easily into her. She had been petrified before but now all she wanted was him deep inside of her and she groaned.

Knowing that the man upon the floor whimpering and cowering was now match to this demons cock and she would want nothing else but his or another demon his size inside of her.
 
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