It was a dark and storming night, violent roars of thunder echoing across the landscape. Rain fell in sheets against the old building atop the empty countryside. Fairchild Boarding School stood strong against the blasting winds and downpouring weather. It had stood here for ages, housing its students against forces far worse than the roaring storm outside now. Within its halls were housed the future of witchcraft, the students of summoning and potions and inhuman forces. A storm as the one tonight wasn’t enough to keep a soul awake compared to what they had seen.
That is, except for one.
Within a single dormitory a young man of eighteen years stood awake. Surrounding him were candles casting flickering shadows against his thin silhouette. The witch knelt to the floor, spidery hands drawing on the oaken boards with chalk at a methodical pace. His dark green eyes peeked behind wild black locks as he scanned his work, drawing arcane runes and sigils with the white chalk. After several minutes he stood, sighing.
“That much is done,” Jesse said to himself, pocketing the white stick and reaching to the bed. A dark and dusty tome rested there looking dog-eared and ancient. His fingers grazed over the scratched cover hesitantly before grasping it and pulling it to his chest. The witch flipped it open and began scanning the stained pages. Moments of silence passed. The storm outside raged louder, lightning striking bright against the darkness. Candles flickered.
Finally, he stopped. One hand held the book open as he gazed over the circle on the floor. A sigh escaped him as he raised his free hand over the drawing.
“Here goes nothing…”
He began reading from the page. Words incomprehensible began flowing from his throat, choking and ragged sounds filling the air. The air became charged, thick, static and magic filling the room as the smell of ozone flowed in. Beneath Jesse’s feet, the chalk took on an unearthly red glow. Still the witch continued on even as the floor shook and the air whipped around him. He stumbled but kept reading, the unintelligible words spouting faster as the candles flickered and went out one by one. A thick violet smoke began pouring in from the floor into a singular threatening cloud. Red light shone brighter and harsher from the circle every passing second, winds roared around the witch, lightning crashed and then-
Silence.
Everything stopped at once. The winds, the noise, the energy in the room lessened completely. From the center of the circle stood a figure, taller than Jesse, curled rams horns almost scraping the ceiling. His skin was smooth and a deep purple, tattooed with burning red swirls and markings everywhere. His physique was strong, lean but powerful and giving a presence of raw power. A singular pointed tail curled and swept around his bare legs, drawing attention to the rest of his bared lower body. The demon looked down at his summoner with a face more beautiful than an angels and a gaze filled with a sultry hunger.
Jesse blinked, stumbling backwards and landing on his backside. “It… no. No this isn’t right!” he called out, scrambling back to the wall.
The demon chuckled, taking a knee to be almost eye-level. “And what of it, mortal? You read the script. You knew the ceremony.”
Jesse pulled out the book, flipping through the pages. “I-it was supposed to summon a fey, some minor entity, not… not you!”
The young witch stood up and continued flipping through the book, eyeing the circle at the Demon’s feet. Though it had a large radius it was slid, keeping the entity contained for the time being. “I’m banishing you. Never return.”
The demon humed, putting a finger to his lips. “Well, you could. But that doesn’t help you does it?” The witch paused, though he didn’t look up from his book. His companion smiled.
“I can sense it on you. A hundred spirits, the smell of death itself on your skin. Ghosts flock to you boy and yet…” He trailed off, looking expectantly.
Jesse hesitated, closing the tome slowly. “My family runs a graveyard. It’s what drew me to witchcraft, the spirits and departed trying to atone. But I’m not a Hedge witch. I can’t…”
The demon held up a hand, smile growing wider. He stood to his full height, looking down at his summoner. “I can help. I can give you power, a gift. Spirits will flock to you, souls will be under your command. I can make you a Ceremonial witch with the power of the reaper on your side. All you have to do is…”
With this the violet skinned demon looked down at himself. Jesse followed his gaze, stopping short at his waist and freezing. The monster’s groin was exposed and hairless, sporting a massive flaccid organ between his muscular thighs. The witch looked away with a burning face, clutching the book between his hands. Moments passed. Eyes flicked between the empty space of the wall and the Incubi standing there. The young man’s mind turned and ran a thousand miles an hour as he processed the words. Power, spirits, a gift he’d wanted for ages. And with ghosts he’d never need to call upon a demon again. Was it worth it? A lifetime of power for…
Jesse shook his head and dropped the book in his hands. He stepped over to the demon, gazing into its eyes with a stone cold look in his eye. The incubi smiled.
“There’s a good toy,” he hummed, reaching a hand out and caressing the young man’s hair. “Now kneel down and hold up your end.”
The witch gave a disapproving look to the Incubi and turned back to the matter in front of him. The organ was flaccid but still almost six inches, thick and soft with a dark flared head. Two golf ball sized testicles hung beneath the shaft, heavy and full to the touch. Jesse heitantly reached out to the shaft, running his fingers along the length gently. He swallowed, becoming bolder. His hand wrapped around the shaft and began massaging it up and down, the other reaching under to the balls and feeling their weight. A surprised gasp came from his throat as the member began growing hard in his hand. The demon hummed at his touch as he became more erect, growing longer and thicker until it stood at almost twelve inches long and frighteningly thick. A chuckle came from the incubi.
“Impressed?” he asked in a condescending tone. Jesse glared and continued running his hand along the length, struggling to wrap his hand around the shaft. He moved his second hand to join his first, double handing it as he rubbed the smooth, hard flesh. The Incubus put a hand on his head, pushing him closer.
“Why not put that pretty mouth to good use, pet?”
The witch glared as his face was pushed against the musky cock, letting out a grunt as the smell hit his nostrils. He shuddered. The hellish magic and musk clouded his mind as he tentatively pursed his lips. Jesse kissed the underside of the purple member, softly first, then again with more force. He licked his lips, moving back in for an open mouthed sloppy kiss against the demon dick as his hands continued working the shaft. Tongue and lips slowly slid up and down, moving from the base upwards until he hit the tip. The witch’s lips pursed against the slick head of the demon’s cock as his mind became less and less focused. All he could think of was the taste, the smell, the feel of this demon’s…
A hand grabbed him by the back of the head without warning, pushing him down. The thick flared head pushed past his lips and filled his mouth. A hard groan vibrated in Jesse’s throat as the demon pushed his length deeper. The taste coated his tongue and slid smoothly, making him shudder. Green eyes flicked up to the demon holding him and conveyed mixed feelings of annoyance and lust. A laugh was his response.
The demon began moving Jesse’s head back and forth, pushing against the back of his throat as the young man worked the rest of the shaft with his hands. The spit covered dick slowly pushed deeper into his throat as his hands moved down to the testicles, feeling the heavy weight and warmth in his hands. Slowly, inch by inch, he let the length push down into his esophagus. The demon’s hand pushed him on further and deeper as inch by inch he sunk down. Jesse choked and gagged against the massive member, feeling his mind grow foggy and dark as he struggled to breathe.
In a single smooth motion the demon pulled himself from the witch’s throat. Jesse coughed and sputtered, letting go of the balls and covering his mouth as spit and precum leaked from his lips. The demon chuckled and raised up a hand.
“You’re adorable little pet. But let’s get on to the good stuff.”
He snapped his fingers. A violet fire burned over the young man’s clothes as they faded to dust, along with his body hair. Black straps poured from the circle beneath him, wrapping around his chest and waist, covering his genitals and nipples in fetishized material while leaving his pale smooth ass exposed. Jesse looked at his body in surprise, feeling his new clothing under his fingers. He seemed perplexed, glancing back at the demon.
“I… I don’t know how to…” he managed to say, looking away with a blush. The demon grinned and pushed against his chest, knocking him to his back. A grunt escaped him at the sudden movement, neck craning up to look at the demonic face now on one knee in front of the witch. The demon ran a clawed hand over the rubber-wrapped bulge between Jesse’s legs and sent a shiver up the young man’s body, smiling at the easy reaction. His hand went to the small of his summoner’s back and lifted his lower body into the air.
Jesse shivered at the air around his ass, feeling something wet and warm rub against one of his asscheeks. The demon’s tongue toyed around between the two mounds of flesh at the sensitive skin, rubbing against the twitching hole in the middle and moistening it. The tip of his tongue pushed against the tight opening and slowly slid in. A sharp gasp came from the witch’s mouth as he felt the intruding appendage fill him. It turned and twisted inside, hitting all the right spots and bringing out a moan from his lips. The Incubi smiled and pulled out, looking down into the young man’s eyes.
“On all fours.” It wasn’t a request, and Jesse knew it. He turned himself over and rested on his elbows, arching his back to push his ass upwards. The demon grinned, running a hand over the smooth white globes. His sharp claws scratched lightly over the unblemished flesh, causing his summoner to shudder harshly. A chuckle came from his lips as he pulled the cheeks apart, exposing the moist hole to the air. The witch could feel the hard length of the demon’s cock pushing against his hole. The underside ran against his opening teasingly, spreading the lubrication more. As the demon pushed the tip against the hole the witch closed his eyes and focused on the sensations in his body. The feel of his nipples against the rubbery binding, sensitive and hard. His erection straining against the pouch-like wrapping and twitching in anticipation. The feeling of-
In a single thrust the demon’s cock pushed past the tight ring, causing Jesse to scream in pain and shock. Six inches poured into his ass, stopping short as the young man struggled to stay upright on his elbows. He gasped and shivered as his body adjusted to the length. The demon leaned down and placed a hand around Jesse’s throat gently, making him let out a gasp in surprise. The dick pulled out slowly, inch by inch, until the head was all that remained. The witch held his breath. In a single stroke the demon filled his entire length into Jesse’s ass.
The witch shouted in a moaning scream, the feeling of fullness and pressure wracking through his body. The demon began pulling out and thrusting in slowly, allowing his bottom to get used to the feeling in his insides. Slowly the initial pain and pressure faded as the wet member sawed in and out of his ass. His mind began clouding further with the musk and magic emitted by the incubi. Every nerve inside his body was being pressed with every thrust, every sensation sending shockwaves to his mind and his dick. Jesse let himself give in to the feelings as the demon dick thrust harder.
The Incubus grabbed Jesse by his elbows, pulling the witch up from the floor and thrusting deeper into him. A gasp escaped the man’s lips as he felt the length prod against his prostate. The demon began speeding his thrusts up, his balls slapping against Jesse’s thighs while wet sounds filled the room. The young man’s face became twisted in a look of pure lust as pleasure and passion overloaded his mind. He began pushing back into the demon’s thrust, tongue out as his eyes went cross. His mind grew blank, only focusing on the feeling of his ass being filled and the pushing against his prostate. The pleasure began mounting, driving him further and further to the edge until…
“Cum for me toy,” The demon whispered in his ear. With a scream Jesse felt himself cum, his ass clenching around the dick inside him and cum filling the rubber binding around his dick. The demon leaned down and bit into the witch’s shoulder as he came hard inside him. The massive foot long dick pulsated and grew larger, pouring rope after rope of cum inside the witch until his stomach began expanding. Jesse almost passed out as another orgasm wracked his body from the sensation. He fell forward off the demon’s member and onto his side, looking up at the incubi. Another few ropes of thick white cum shot from the monster’s dick onto his face and chest. Jesse shuddered, not having the strength to stand or move.
The demon looked down at Jesse and smiled darkly. His hand waved over the witch’s prone form and a dark violet glow overcame his body. “I’ve kept my end. Call me again if you need something else. My price will be the same.”
In a cloud of smoke and light the Incubi vanished back into the summoning circle. Jesse was left alone, wearing the rubber bindings, covered in a thick white paste of semen. He looked around wearily as his mind began to clear. After a moment he stood up shakily, walking to the door. He needed a shower and a drink.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9xgwdd/summoning_an_incubus_xpost_from_reroticliterature