The Summoning

A scorned woman’s ritual goes wrong…or does it? It really depends on what these thirteen demon cocks intend to do.

Lisa set the book down, confirming that she had the lines drawn right on the floor, careful not to break any of them.

Candles, check. Symbols and true name, check. Ritual tools…

She looked over at the comically oversized dildo, the one she should have been using the past six months since she’d realized how starved for affection she was. Which was eighteen months since her husband stopped having sex with her. The phone messages, social media, and location checking she’d done confirmed that the son-of-a-bitch was sleeping with at least a few other women.

That’s not quite fair — bitches were way cooler than his mother.

Anyway, ritual tools in the form of a large dildo, check.

Tribute…well, she’d decided to go with something a little off script.

She’d studied various rituals and spells that she could use to enact her revenge. Some of her friends in the coven recommended giving him permanent erectile dysfunction, but deep down she just wanted him to touch her and only her again. It made her feel pathetic, then pissed that he made her feel that way. Fuck him.

Except someone else was, which is the whole problem in the first place.

No, her sisters didn’t have what she sought, but they had referred her to Old Nell, a woman who lived nearby that made her living telling fortunes and from a good payout from her cheating ex — mostly the latter. They’d gotten along in their brief interactions, her and Nell, but she was still surprised about how their conversation had gone.

“I’ve been expecting you, sister,” she had said, wearing her hood and hair such that her face was all but obscured.

“Ah, well, you are psychic.”

“Or your sisters mentioned some troubles you’ve been having, and I’ve seen your husband about town with other women.”

“God damn it!”

“My dear, worry not. I think I have a solution for you. One that spoke to me in the dark, said that you might need their services.”

She followed the obviously crazy old lady into her place and waited while she went to retrieve something from another room.

When Nell returned, she handed her an ancient-looking tome bound in an odd leather, covered in arcane glyphs and strange runes. As she did, Lisa watched as Nell’s hood fell away from her hair, revealing a surprisingly young face. She was supposed to be in her 70s at least, but she looked barely older than Lisa’s 45. Not that Lisa looked bad for her age but…damn.

“You’re staring.”

“You just look so good, Nell.”

“Moisturizer and a few touch-ups, dear. Are you taking the book or what?”

From there, Lisa had studied and read it extensively for months, helped by the Ph.D. in Western Esotericism that got her a job…working in a bookstore. Sigh.

Still, she felt power emanating from it the moment she touched it, power that had been building since she began her work in earnest.

If that asshole was going to cheat, she’d show him what cheating really was.

She completed the final line within the summoning circle, her only protection against the forces she planned to toy with. The book was laid out before her, the diagrams explicit as to what a woman or man (or various other combinations, together or alone) would need to do to complete the summoning.

And it’s not like she had to worry about her husband coming home early, as she’d confirmed with a location check that he was out fucking his current side piece. Prick.

First things first. She began to warm herself up with her fingers, a relatively easy task as she was tingling with excitement about how she expected tonight to go. After a few minutes, she began to stroke the dildo into herself, impressing herself with how easily it slid into her. She began vigorously plunging it in and out, just as her fucking husband had refused to do for the past two years.

“Spirits of the eternal dark,

I pronounce my intentions to thee.

Come forth and seek me.

I bind thee listen, and obey.”

She started to groan as her pleasure built, then repeated the incantation.

“Spirits of the eternal dark, I pronounce my intentions to thee. Come forth and seek me. I bind thee listen, and obey.” Fuck, she was close, and had to time this right.

She repeated it a third time, then added,

“Thrice now have I called, and answer you muuust!”

At the final words, an orgasm months in the making roared out of her.

Damn, she needed to do that more often.

Moments later, the candles flickered, followed by the power in the house. Then, an unnatural darkness began to spread like spilled ink throughout the room, one deeper than any she’d ever seen. It seemed to reach out to her, tendrils stopped at the edge of her circle, and she could feel an intense heat and searing cold at once.

Finally, a deep, powerful voice broke the silence, ringing throughout the house.

“Your tribute, mortal,” it whispered and yet still thundered to her very bones.

She was stunned that it fucking worked! Although less stunned than she expected, as the book had been seemingly calling to her for months now. Okay Lisa, you got this.

“Tribute…” it said again, a slight impatience in the voice.

This is where she’d gone off script. She didn’t have the tribute these particular beings wanted. Blood sacrifice was usually acceptable, virgin preferred, gender irrelevant. Sex also worked, the more debauched the better, virgins also great…but dildo sex probably wouldn’t do it, no matter how large. Whatever the case, she didn’t have what they wanted.

And there was a specific price that these particular beings would extract for not having it.

“We demand our tribute,” the rumbling voice called out, the air swirling about her as winds burst forth from the darkness around. “Or you will be punished for your insolence!”

“What type of punishment are we talking here?” she said, biting her lip and hoping she’d gotten the names right. Demonic true names had so many symbols and syllables.

“You will suffer our ravishments a thousand times over, your body locked into tormented pleasure until we’ve had our fill, our essence leaking from you like a river for days on end!”

Yep, that’s the one. “Oh fuck yeah, sign me up!”

The voice paused for a moment. “Mortal, did you not hear me?”

“Right, right. Uh, great Az’gaas Thanoxoz, Lord of the 69th Plane of Pleasure, Ruler of Olveth the Lustful Land of the Adulterous, Eternal Maestro of Misery for the Unchaste, I have failed to bring you your rightful tribute.”

“Then you will pay the price, mortal!”

Lisa felt an invisible force lift her from the ground and the circle dispelled around her, the beings no longer bound due to her breaking of the covenant. She yelped in fear, a feeling that rose as several horned, muscular beings with red skin and bat wings stepped through the darkness to surround her, their height towering over her 5'2" frame.

Their forms were nude, though, so she snuck a peek at their flaccid cocks, impressively huge even in their dormant state as they dangled between their legs. The veins were so prominent that they appeared to be ridges in the skin itself.

One more form stepped through the darkness after the perhaps dozen others, this one slightly larger than the rest, in general as well as below the waist. A series of whips and other tools of erotic torture floated around him, held by nothing but perhaps his very will.

As she examined them, she noted that even with the horns and red skin and occasional animal visages, one couldn’t help but notice a chiseled handsomeness in all of them, the raw power emanating from them only adding to the flush in her skin, their yellow eyes piercing the dark as they peered at her.

The large one stepped close and then lashed his tongue towards her. She cried out as it became a prehensile tool, several feet long and snaking towards her still exposed and aroused entrance.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned as the tongue easily penetrated her, his tongue tasting deeper within her than any mortal ever could.

His face froze momentarily, giving a puzzled look as his tongue slid back into his mouth.

“Ah, mortal, your taste tells me so much! I see that you have been in need of my ravishments!” The voice changed to a whisper, one that seemed to be in her head judging from the fact that his lips no longer moved as he stared at her. “Some advice…you used the Book of Retribution…WHERE I DELIVER MY WRATH…but you probably wanted the Book of Lust and Delight.”

“I kinda wanted the punishment stuff — ”

The voice returned to booming throughout the house.

“YOU DARE, MORTAL? NOW YOU WILL SUFFER OUR DEMONIC COCKS!”

She thought she caught a small wink from Az’gaas before his whips expertly sliced her clothing to ribbons, lightly stinging her skin in the process. This was followed by his demon minions pulling the remnants off and forcing her legs apart.

“FIGHT BACK, IT WILL ONLY EXCITE US MORE!”

He was definitely winking this time.

She winked back before struggling against the powerful hands, fulfilling a few fantasies at once. “Oh please no! Spare me, oh fuck that’s big!” The first one approached, his cock now rigid and far larger than the toy she was using earlier. The veins did, in fact, look like ridges now that his member was fully engorged. Ridges that rubbed against her opening as the cock began to split her wide.

The intensity of it set of another intense wave of pleasure resulting in a wet, spraying mess of an orgasm.

“Oh fuck! Fuuuuck!”

The demons around her chuckled, and she noticed he was barely halfway in. He continued to push and she noticed her body distended and warping as he did, concerns about internal damage dancing in her mind.

“YOUR BODY WILL ADJUST UNDER OUR SORCERIES SO AS TO ENHANCE THE PLEASURE.”

And adjust it did, her body not only taking but deriving great pleasure from it as some of her research had described. She felt each ridge stimulate her as he moved in and out of her. He lifted and lowered her with ease, as if using her as a human cock sleeve, the thought of such debasement only adding to her delight.

“Lisa?!”

Her husband David stood in the doorway, mouth agape as he watched the demon stretch his wife’s opening, a deliciously wet crackle of flesh with every movement.

“AH, THE HUSBAND! SEIZE HIM!”

Two of the minions quickly grabbed him, his struggles completely unnoticed against their demonic might.

They brought him before Az’gaas who eyed him before sniffing the air. His eyes darted back and forth from Lisa to Henry before Lisa caught a dawning realization on the demon’s face.

Az’gaas turned to face Henry with a dramatic swoop of his wings.

“I SMELL THE SIN OF YOUR ADULTERY! WE HAVE FORCED OURSELVES UPON YOUR WIFE, PUNISHMENT FOR YOUR SINS.”

She caught a sly smile from the demon’s mouth and began to plead in her most convincing voice, all while struggling feebly against the demon she was impaled upon.

“No, please! Henry! Help!”

The look on his face…Lisa wished she had a camera right now.

“AND YOU WOMAN, FOR YOUR LACK OF TRIBUTE! NOW WE WILL FORCE YOUR HUSBAND TO WATCH YOUR DEFILEMENT AS YOU PLEASURE OUR COCKS THIRTEEN!”

“Oh no! Please no!” she continued to wail, wondering if she was overdoing it. A quick look at Henry’s face told her no, it was working. “Don’t do this to hmmm — ”

Her words were cut off as she was mystically moved into position to allow another demonic cock to enter her mouth. Another entered her from behind, her anal virginity plundered by this third demon. Her body was ensorcelled such that she could easily accommodate them, stretching and distending in a grotesque mockery of flesh for her husband to witness.

She continued to struggle, knowing that the more she fought back, the more excited they became, which only added to her own pleasure in a lustful cycle of escalating delight, all while adding to her cheating husband’s misery.

The demons plundered into her with a practiced rhythm, every thirty strokes or so extracting a toe-curling orgasm from her.

The pace of all three began to change and become more urgent, and Lisa realized what was about to happen. Craved it, in fact.

All three screamed in unison, Lisa’s orgasmic cries joining them as they released within her. She felt their streams of warmth throughout, the taste only adding to her excitement. It began to leak even as they were inside, rivulets of demon cum streaming from her orifices.

And so they continued, forcefully extracting the most intense orgasms of her life from her body, covering and filling her with buckets of demonic spunk, all while her husband was forced to watch his wife become a demonic pleasure toy as she screamed in ecstasy throughout.

After untold hours, Az’gaas approached, his cock longer and wider than any two of the others. He brushed away a few gobs from her face so that she could see him better, her form still floating from the magic that held her.

“I’m surprised you don’t go first as the lord,” she whispered as he steadied himself towards her entrance.

His voice appeared only in her mind once again.

“It’s best if you’re warmed up for me.”

Az’gaas eased her onto himself, her body barely accommodating him. And yet he took his time, slowly easing in and out of her, taking his time to make sure she felt every one of his ridges. It was an agonizing pace, one that drew pleasure from yet another level within her.

He continued to do so and she sensed something different, as if the demon lord deriving his own pleasure from that which she received.

Not that her mind could focus from the rolling orgasm that approached. Rather than a single piercing moment, it was like a tsunami, a cresting wave of pleasure that swept over the landscapes of her mind and body.

“OH GOD!”

The release nearly shattered her mind and somehow kept going, an eternal roiling sexual power that extended unnaturally.

And yet, in the back of her mind, she wanted him to feel it too, as if to thank him for punishing that fucking prick of a husband. She clenched and seized with the whole of her mind and body, tightening in every way she could.

“WAIT….MORTAL….NO MORTAL HAS DONE THIS…SO GOOD….OOOH!”

She crested one last plateau of pleasure as Az’gaas released his seed within her, buckets of his slop greater than that of any three demons before him.

And then, the demons disappeared. She floated to the ground, covered and filled with untold amounts of demonic sperm, her husband continuing to look on in shock.

He ran over to her form, her body now recovered and in normal shape, seemingly undamaged by her hours of demonic cock.

“Lisa…are you okay? Let me call the — ”

She reached out and put a finger on his lips, cum dripping down his face and on his clothes from her arm.

“They said...” she said, still panting from her exertion and hundreds of forced orgasms, “punishment…for your misdeeds. Demons that punished the wives…of the adulterous…”

“I…I’m…”

“You can’t deny it, David.”

He nodded, a mix of sorrow and terror in his face. She had to work to hide her smile.

“I’m so sorry, Lisa. I promise, I promise to be better. Can you ever forgive me?”

She smiled to herself. “We’ll see, David.”

A voice rumbled in the air once again, audible to all. It seemed much calmer, as if it just had really good sex.

“We have his scent now, woman, as well as yours. Our demons will find him, lead him once again from the path of faithfulness, his sin a beacon to our kind,” Az’gaas said through the air. “He will be tempted again, by us or his own wickedness, mortal. When he does stray, we will find you and punish you tenfold. Perhaps our ladies will join us next time!”

And then a whisper in her mind. “Seriously though, call me again. You have my number now.”

Her mind wandered to thoughts of the future in the most relaxing post-coital glow she’d ever experienced, covered in gallons of drying demon cum. Perhaps her husband would become doting and faithful as he was promising right now, even as he washed the loads of demonic spunk from her.

If not, the Lord of the 69th Plane of Pleasure would have to deliver his punishments once again…

She visited Old Nell a week later, ostensibly to return the book. Perhaps to find out just what she knew.

The door opened just as she knocked and Nell thrust another old tome into Lisa’s hands.

“Nell? What the — ”

“Lust and Delight. Easier to get a hold of him that way.”

“Oh! How did you, uh…”

“You’ve got that glow about you, dear. But you can’t summon him tonight.”

“Not that I was going to,” except she totally was, “but why not tonight?”

Nell gave her a sly smile. “Actually dear…care to come over to my place this evening? Have any plans?”

Lisa caught the markings on the ground behind Nell, a series of preparations that she’d become quite familiar with.

She could only smile and wink back at the old witch. “Well, I do now.”

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