One final symbol and the circle was complete. You set the chalk down. Your summoning circle was complete. Honestly, you still are a little in awe of what you are doing. And what you're about to do. You pick up the small kitchen knife you had brought into your room. You cut open your hand. You plant you hand against the floor, in the middle of the summoning circle.
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Nothing happened. Fuck.
You sigh and pull your hand back. Your bloody hand print imprinted in the wood of your bedroom floor. That'll be a bitch to get out. Always prepared, you grab the cloth you had brought as well. You hold it against your cut. All this effort for nothing. Drawing a circle, learning Latin, cutting your hand. All to summon a demon you thought would change your life. You want things that feels like you can't obtain by yourself. You've tried! Looks like that wasn't happening. All you've done is waste your time and mutilate yourself. You get up and head for the door. Better clean this up before it bleeds everywhere.
"You aren't leaving, are you?" Said a deep and flirtatious voice from behind you.
You whip around, eyes wide. There was a man in your room. Not quite a man, now that you can
take him in. He was sitting on his knees in the middle of the circle. His skin colour was pale with a noticeable red tint to it. He had long white hair that hung wild and free. With fringe that framed his face. A pretty face at that. Complete with a strong square jaw, pointed nose, and soft looking lips that weren't too big, but not too thin either. The points of his unnaturally pointed ears just poked through his thick hair. He had horns. Two black horns that stuck out of his head on the high points of his forehead parallel to the arch of his eyebrows. His nails were long and pointed, as well with his canine teeth. Dark red eyes with slivered pupils that stared at you. Red markings ran under his eyes and down his cheeks like war painted tear tracks. His clothes were old fashioned. A sage green kosode that was tied lazily. The folds of it tied low on his waist to have it open to show off his chest. Damn he was fit. His hakama the same colour and look loosely fitted. Enough where one pull would have them drop to the ground. His thin black arrow pointed tail swished back and fourth behind him as he awaited your answer.
"Ah... ah er." You are at a loss for words. Only one question seems to come to mind. "Who? Who are you?"
A sultry chuckle emanates from your demonic house guest. He sits back while still on his knees. Showing off his sculpted body and letting you admire it. The left hand fold slid off his shoulder and exposed more of his bare skin. He rolls his head back to expose his neck and throat. He snaps it back forward and looks at you with a bemused smile.
"Call me Jiraiya, baby!" He introduced himself in that same tone of voice that sends shivers down your spine. "I'd ask why you would have summoned me, but it's easy to smell how into me you are."
You stand stiffly. Utterly embarrassed and flushed, you aren't sure what to do. Other than to just stare in awe at the demon you summoned. Jiraiya beckons you towards him, raising his hand to curl and uncurl his finger a slow pattern. Your body moves beyond your control, wanting to get closer to him. You sit on your knees in front of him. Leaning close to his face. Your whole body feels hot and your heart is pounding so hard he can probably hear it. You nervously swallow back some saliva that had gathered in your throat.
His face gets closer to yours. His breath hot on your face. His lips part slowly and are a fraction from kissing yours. His hand touches yours. He pulls it up and inspects. You flinch when he puts pressure on your wound.
"Such a shallow wound! Were you too afraid to really commit?" Jiraiya teases you. He licks the cut quickly before continuing. "No one really wanted to come up for so little of a sacrifice, but I saw how disappointed you were. Such a pretty face shouldn't be so sad!"
"What kind of demon are you? What do you want from me?"
A smirk grows on the demon's face. He finishes sucking some of the blood seeping through your cut. It felt nice. Warm on your skin and very wet. He licks his lips before speaking.
"I believe you humans call my type an 'Incubus'. And I'm here to have some fun."
Oh shit. You are in for some deep shit. Jiraiya leans forward, forcing you back. You lose balance and land on your back. His hands land on either side of your head and keeps you boxed in underneath him. Your legs on either side of his waist to make room for him. You can't close them and you are acutely aware of that fact. His expression staying in that smirk as he looks down at you.
"Don't worry, sweetheart~! I'll treat you good." Jiraiya leans in until his mouth is by your ear.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Your eyes go wide and all you can do is stare into his. He kisses you. His lips are warm and soft. Pressing against yours firmly. The faint taste of blood on his lips. His tongue runs over them before pressing against your teeth. You open your mouth and his tongue darts in. Running over your tongue and teeth. You cautiously play back. Pushing your tongue against his. Jiraiya likes it. Pushing deeper while you struggle. His hands touch you. Playing with your body. Squeezing your breasts, clutching at your hips.
Jiraiya pulls back to break off the kiss. A thin thread of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his. It breaks and it lands on your cheek. He licks his lips again before smiling. You find yourself obeying his will. Arching your back and holding your arms up to let him take your shirt off. Lifting your hips to let him pull your pants off. He smirks as he looks at your soaked panties.
"My my! So aroused! I love women like you!" He practically purrs with satisfaction.
His fingers play you. Touching you through your panties and relishing the noises you make. He pushes the fabric aside and pushes two fingers inside of you. You gasp from the feeling. How they stretch your insides in the best way. You shift your hips and bite your lip. He thrusts his fingers quickly inside of you. It drove you crazy! Moaning and moving your hips. Jiraiya is absolutely giddy with enjoyment. His eyes lit up with joy. His tail swishing back and forth quickly. His thumb plays with your clit. Attacking it in tight circles. It's so much! So much so soon! Your mouth hangs open and body goes tense. Back arching off the floor and staying there. You gasp deeply and hold your breath. That wave of ecstasy rolls over your body as you orgasm. He pulls out once you relax.
You slump against the floor. Panting and sweaty. Your underwear feeling clammy and uncomfortable. You're tired, but desperate for more. The incubus providing you with this pleasure only giggles at your reaction. You look at him curiously. This Jiraiya fellow was quite pleased with himself. A perverted grin on his face as he licks his fingers and looks down at you.
"I love it when my women are easy to make cum~!" Jiraiya continues to speak. He sucks on his finger a little bit more before speaking again. Eyeing you up more like you're a piece of meat to a hungry wolf. "If you keep doing that while I fuck you, I'll be the strongest demon back in hell!"
Jiraiya uses his sharp nail to cut open your bra. Cutting the little spot of fabric holding the cups together between your breasts. He flicks both sides away to expose your boobs. He rakes off your panties. Slicing them away at the hips and pulling them away. Now you are naked in front of an incubus. A demon that gains power through sex. And he's about to fuck you. And it might kill you. He takes his clothes off. Pulling them off of his body in a slow seductive manner. Then sits back between your legs. Erect and ready to go. Damn man... this demon is really gonna stuff you. Yanking you by the back of your calves to pull you closer.
"Beg for it, baby! Say you want my cock." Damn this demon was kinda a pervert, even for an incubus.
You whimper and push your hips out. Refusing to let his eyes go as you make the nose sensual noises. He doesn't give in. He simply tilts his head at your cute noises. He adjusts you. Putting your legs over his shoulders and holding your hips. He sits up on his knees and stays still again. The head of his erection sitting just barely inside of you. Teasing you. You pout and push your hips up and down. Another inch, but nothing more. Cheeky bastard.
"Give it to me, demon! I don't care what happens! Just fuck me." You yell at him.
His smile turn full Cheshire Cat. He even laughs a little as his nails dig into your skin. "Hell yeah! Don't mind if I do!"
It's like an explosion. The feeling almost blinding. Tears blur your vision. Your walls cling onto the incubus' cock. It's so deep inside of you! Stretching you in all the right ways. Filling you up in a way you never knew you needed. You moan and your eyes flutter. A chuckle and looming presence beside your face pulls you back into reality.
"Does that feel good? It must have if you came just from that~!" Jiraiya coos happily.
The life in his eyes vibrant. The slivers that were his pupils wide and caught your slightest movement.
He's nice enough to wait until you're calmer. He holds onto your hips tighter. Anchoring you to the spot. Thrusting into you. Going slow for the first few times before picking up speed quickly. Pounding you in a swift rhythm. The noises that leave you barely sound like you. Loud and unbridled. Not caring if the neighbourhood hears.
Jiraiya is barely any quieter. Panting and moaning as he moves. He cracks open an eye, not realizing he had it closed. Watching you become so wanton and undone. All because of him. He shouldn't be as flattered as he is. But it really is a great feeling. And you're so beautiful. He puts in the extra effort. Flipping you onto your side. Holding one leg by your thigh and the other bent around his knees. He resumes the pace he set, since you love it so much! He loves it too. Your hands dig into the wood desperately. Your head falls like you can't support it anymore.
"I-I can't take it! It's so much!" Your voice is weak.
Jiraiya leans back over, bending your body and slightly changing the angle he's fucking you. His nose and lips drag along your cheek. "You're doing amazing! I've never fucked anyone that's felt this good."
You only make another delicious sound. He fucks you harder. Moaning in your ear about how good you really are. You squeak when he lifts you up. He sits on his knees and forced you to sit on his cock. You know what he wants and move yourself accordingly. Gripping his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. Jiraiya is breathing hard through his nose. Holding your ass and squeezing it. You can hardly breathe as it is. But you want it. You shoot forward and crash your lips against his. Your teeth scraping against his for a moment before meeting his tongue in the middle.
You dig your hands into Jiraiya's hair. Pulling on it as you desperately bounce on his cock. So close to cumming again. You feel a bloom of pain when his nails dig into your flesh. Right into the tender meat of your ass. You moan comes out muffled and strange around his tongue. All of you tenses. He bites your lip. More pain and blood floods your tastebuds. You pull back in surprise.
"I'm sorry." Jiraiya's voice was a little raspy. Your blood stains his lips yet again.
"It's okay." You muster a weak smile. This is phenomenal, but exhausting.
You wrap your arms around Jiraiya's neck and press against him fully. His head is next to yours. His panting loud in your ear. Same with yours in his. Jiraiya takes over. Moving you to his liking. Both you and him are so close anyways.
He pushes you down as hard as possible. You grind your hips into him. You lose it first. Crying his name as you cum. Jiraiya follows a heartbeat after. A thick stream of of his cum filling you. And you just seem acutely aware of it.
You go completely limp. Resting against the toasty warm body of the demon. It's like hugging a space heater. Once the high faded, it was like you were hit by a train. Or drowning underwater. All your strength being snatched from you. It's more than the normal exhaustion that comes after sex. That glaring fact was coming back again. Incubi gain strength through having sex with their victims. You just had sex with one. What kind of life choice was this? Was this the end then? One hell of a way to go. You're even okay with it. Or maybe that was some demon magic or something he cast on you.
"I won't kill you." Jiraiya broke your thoughts like he knew what you were pondering.
He pulls out and carries you. He sets you on your bed and kisses you. You can just barely run your fingers down his cheek. You're so tired, but you want him to stay close. To keep touching him.
"I've taken quite a bit of your strength. But it'll come back." He spoke before giving your neck a few kisses. His hand drags down your stomach. "And I'll come back. So we can do this again."
Your eyes start to close. You fight against it. Watching Jiraiya collect his clothes and stand back in the circle. He winks and blows you a kiss. Fire comes to life at his feet. Thick black smoke consumes his body. Then it fades. You are left alone in your room. Sweaty, exhausted, and fucked damn good. The only evidence that what happened actually happened were the light injuries to your body. As well as lewd feeling of his seed dripping out of you and the smell of smoke.