Demon Summoning

Her heart began to hammer in her throat as she looked up at what seemed to be a huge man, standing above her; everyone else in her party was fast asleep. She glanced around, but couldn’t see how he’d gotten in. He didn’t seem to have noticed her, and she kept her mouth shut- if he turned away from her, she might be able to grab her phone from her bag without attracting attention, and she’d try to call for help.

Then a pair of headlights passed outside, throwing him into stark detail, and her breath caught in her throat. He had horns that arched back, over his head, and a tail. She stared on in horror. He was completely naked.

How could this be happening? A psychotic, costumed rapist had broken in, and no one but her was awake. If they were killed, no one would find out for weeks, when their trip was over. The man tilted his head back and smelled the air, his eyes half closed.

Then he looked directly at her.

She shut her eyes and tried to control her breathing; she was smart, and she’d seen things like this in the movies. She was not dying, and neither was anyone else.

“Mortal.” His voice ground on her ears and chest, like gravelly bass, but she kept still and silent, sweat now sliding down her back and off the backs of her legs. Someone else needed to wake up. She couldn’t be alone in this.

The man stepped forward, now less than a foot from her.

“Do you think you can hide from me?” he said, crouching down in front of her. He laughed, a low rumble that she could feel in her bones, and then she felt a huge, rough hand take hold of her chin; she couldn’t pretend anymore.

Her eyes snapped open. “If you don’t get up and leave *now*, I’ll scream.” Up close, she could see his face clearly, and he looked like a Greek statue- heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Then she noticed the abnormal length of his teeth, the pitch black eyes, and her breath caught in her throat. The horns looked very real.

His eyes glinted, his smile growing wider; he grabbed her by the face, completely covering her mouth, and pulled her from her blankets as he rose, forcing her to kneel before him. She grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him off, but he didn’t seem to notice. “You will not threaten me, little human. You summoned me here, and now you will pay the price.” He reached out and took hold of her shirt with his free hand, violently ripping it from her.

Hoping to disorient him, she found footing among the pillows and forced herself up, breaking free from his grip to grab his horns. Ignoring his growl of displeasure, she tried to tear them off his head.

That would show the costumed freak.

Instead of coming free like prosthetics, however, the ridges of the horns dug into her hands, slicing them open, and before she had a chance to let go, she was being launched across the room. She barely noticed the pain in her palms before she landed on the edge of the coffee table. A cry escaped her mouth and then she was facedown on the carpet.

Everything hurt, but she pushed herself up, sure her friends would be wide-eyed and awake, scrambling to call the police, trying to fight off the intruder. But as she looked over the sofa, she saw everyone was still lying there, prone. The man was leaning against the mantle, a hand on his head, and she almost laughed- was he trying to hold his horns on? And then she remembered the slices on her hands, and saw his tail thrashing.

She shook her head, knowing she was probably still stunned from smashing into the table, but she was growing uneasy. Maybe that was adrenaline.

Then she snapped out of it, her ears now ringing. “Guys!” she screamed, “Help! There’s someone here!”

They didn’t move.

Panic began to set in and she hopped the couch to shake the person closest to her, but she was cold and limp, and now covered in bloody handprints. “What the fuck, Sammy, come on!” She tried the next person, to be met with the same result. Her voice was shaking now. “Ari, c’mon! I- Help, fuck!”

And then her hair felt like it was being ripped out of her scalp; the man had recovered, and she was being dragged across the floor. “Get off of me!” She tried to push herself up again, only to have her feet slip.

“I have never been attacked by my summoners,” he was growling. “You have yet to pay your debt, and now I will have to punish you for touching me without permission.”

Her eyes began to prickle with tears, mainly because of the pain in her scalp, she told herself, and she fruitlessly attempted to break free. “The fuck do you think? What is wrong with you? Did you fucking *kill* them?”

“Do not address me like I am some human. I did not kill them. They killed themselves- you knew what would happen if it was not virgins summoning me.” He gave her a scalding glare, and then threw her into the next room and turned to close the door behind him.

Ignoring all her instincts, which screamed that she shouldn’t make him angry, she continued to yell. “This isn’t *my* fault! Get fucked, you killed them, and you were gonna do it to me, weren’t you, you sick fuck? What, do you get off on killing girls in their sleep? Wearing horns like you’re the devil or some shit?” She backed away, covering her exposed tits with one blood-slicked arm and looking around for anything to defend herself with; her friend’s family didn’t have landlines anymore, and her hope to call for help ended there. The man had turned back to her, clearly pissed off. “I don’t know what you think you are, but I’ll let you in on a secret- you’re human, and you’re fu-”

The man had had enough, and he closed the distance between them in one stride, wrapping a hand around her throat. “I told you not to address me like a mortal. I am now your master. You should show some gratitude.” He lifted her off the ground, and her already strained breathing almost cut off altogether. She grabbed his wrist, trying to plead with him. “I will not blame you for the idiocy of your fellow summoners. Instead, you must now do the job of seven.”

She managed to rasp out, “Hell you talking ‘bout?” before she ran out of air and started to see spots.

He threw her onto the guest bed; she rolled over and coughed violently. “Did you not summon me? Were those not tools of the occult on the floor in the other room?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Even if you truly did not know what you were doing, it was foolish of you to believe there would not be consequences.”

“We were just fucking around- this wasn’t supposed to be real,” she gasped, attempting to crawl across the bed, toward the window at the other side of the room.

The man dragged her back. “You are not making this easy.” He leaned over her and ran jagged teeth along her jaw. “I like it.”

Oxygen and adrenaline had finally returned in force and she began to struggle in earnest, but his size afforded him an unfair advantage. It was impossible for someone to be that big, wasn’t it? But, if he was actually who he said he was…

She was in danger.

Then he stepped back, shadow obscuring his face, and seemed to grow larger still; when he saw the fear in her face, he laughed, and it sounded like a thunderclap. She was going to die- he now towered above her, his head brushing the vaulted ceiling. His cock had grown, too, and continued to get bigger even after the rest of his body stopped; he began to stroke it, watching her as she scrambled back across the bed and toward the window.

She didn’t even touch the floor, and then she was grabbed around the waist by a giant hand and brought around to face him. He leered down at her; tears began to leak from her eyes and she screamed incoherently, but he ignored her struggling altogether and ceased touching his cock- which had to be the size of her leg by now- to tear her underwear from her as well.

He brought her up to his face, disregarding her attempts to kick him, and put his mouth over her pussy, tasting her, then tongue-fucking her. Immediately, she jerked and tried to push him off, but he tightened his grip on her and all she could do was struggle to breathe and try to ignore his huge tongue filling her up, almost painfully so.

Then she began to feel a twisting in her gut, and she started to writhe as an orgasm rolled over her; she struggled to suck in air, her legs shaking, and when the man- monster- laughed into her, she was hit with another.

The monster withdrew from her, licking his lips. “Virgins,” he rumbled; she was limp in his hand, cum streaming down her legs. He wasn’t done, however, and positioned her entrance at the head of his throbbing cock. This woke her up a little, and she began to fight weakly, wrapping both hands around it, trying to keep it from getting closer. The monster laughed again, then adjusted his grip on her to pin her arms to her sides.

“Please,” she whimpered, but she was compelled to look on as he began to force the head into her, tearing her open. She screamed, sobbing now, her legs kicking out fruitlessly; pain wracked her entire lower body and, as he continued to slowly push into her, she watched her belly swell.

He stopped at about halfway, where she was impaled to the point that she could almost taste him, and then he began to withdraw, leaving her agonizingly empty. She choked back another scream and shook again, as another wave of pleasure was dragged from her body. The monster leaned in, only his head still in her body, and said, “This is not for your gratification,” and then he drove his cock into her, to the hilt.

She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out, and then she was being rammed, over and over again. Her body felt like it was going to break, but with every thrust, the monster hit her most sensitive spots, and before she knew it, she contracted painfully and rode another orgasm.

The monster seemed to take her open mouth as an invitation and hunched over to shove his tongue down her throat, until she deep-throating it, her eyes wide and watering.

When he finally grew bored, he withdrew from her entirely, eliciting a little cry; he rolled her over, and began fucking her from the back. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, and if she’d had any energy left, she would have been embarrassed- she looked like a glorified cocksleeve. Then she looked up at the monster, who was grunting as he pushed himself into her, and as she came again, squeezing around him, he began to fuck her harder.

“Hah, I can’t- mmph!” The monster dropped her face-down onto the bed, just as she made another unsuccessful attempt to protest; he drilled her into the mattress, strangling her cries for mercy and burying his face in her neck.

She wasn’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen or immense pain that was making her numb, but she closed her eyes as the loss of feeling enveloped her. Maybe she was going into shock.

Maybe she was dying.

It felt like an eternity had passed when the man dragged her from the blankets and back to consciousness. Holding her flush to his torso, he groaned into her ear, “Mortal, where is your *fight*?” He dug his talons into her chest until she was crying out, tears streaming down her face, her toes curled. But she didn’t resist.

If that was what he got off on, she wasn’t going to give it to him- it would be better to hurt than to entertain this gross fuck.

“So be it, harlot.” The monster dragged its claws to her throat, then reached around with its other hand and began to apply pressure to her clit; she continued to stare at the ceiling, the shadows blurring as she clenched and unclenched her fists. “You still owe me your due, several times over,” he continued. “So long as you refuse me pleasure, you are mine.” His fingers continued to work, and now she was beginning to feel an all too familiar sensation twisting inside her. The monster shifted inside her, setting her legs trembling again.

“No,” she rasped, reaching up for his face.

The monster growled, a low rumble she felt deep inside; he began to circle her clit furiously, drawing a whimper from her. “What did you say?”

“Not again, you sick fuck,” she hissed. Then she wrapped her blood-slicked hands around his horns for a second time and wrenched them forward.

Immediately, the monster let out an unearthly howl, his body twisting in an attempt to free himself; his tail thrashed, leaving lacerations along her thighs. He dug his claws into her hips and, as she let go to drag herself away, he rammed into her a last time, filling her with his seed.

A choked cry escaped her mouth; she was impossibly full, her body stretching further than before, and then she was lying face-down again, the monster’s cum leaking from between her legs.

He was laughing again, a low chuckle that resonated around the room, and she blearily looked back at him to see him, smaller and slightly more human, bearing down on her. “I have not had a fuck nearly that… satisfying in at least a hundred years.” He wrapped a hand around her ankle and unceremoniously dragged her off the bed, simultaneously drawing a fiery doorway in midair.

As her eyes began to roll back into her head, the last thing she heard from him was, “To pay your debt, you will settle a bet for me, small whore.”

Then everything was black.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fn0e41/demon_summoning