Prologue.
If anything can be said about me...its that I am a wimp. So it might surprise
those that knew me exactly what my job occupation eventually became, only a week
and a half when I was forced to spend an evening in a septic tank because Billy
Bretterson had decided he didn"t like how my glasses sat on my face.
So it was that night that I had finally managed to get the damn thing open and
had walked home, my pants sopping with things I didn"t even try to smell. I
walked into my dormitory, my dorm mates probably still partying it up. I hated
those guys too, now that I thought about it.
I took a long and luxurious shower, trying to make myself feel better. It didn"t
work, my anger simply building and building. This was things a high school nerd
was supposed to expect, not a collage student. I had to do something...but I was
the worst fighter I had ever known. Even trying to fight might have been
disastrous.
I walked into my room. I had lived here for two months...and I had only seen my
supposed room mate once, when she and I had shaken hands and told each other our
names, mine Daniel, her"s Elizabeth. Then she had failed to show up for the rest
of those two months. She was still in classes...just never at the dorms. It was
said that she took some of the more...strange classes offered by this collage.
Her text book was on her bed, I noticed as I toweled my hair off.
I walked to the book, curious. I closed it, wondering when she had been here to
forget to bring it with her. The cover said, “Demonology 101”.
“She"s a daemon summoner?” I muttered, picking the book up. Daemons, Devils and
their lesser brethren were a necessity in today"s modern world. Where would we
be without Daemons? But the job itself was a bit of a mystery. I knew they
summoned daemons and magic came out, but other than that...I knew nothing. So I
started to read.
“An warning. This course will teach you to summon the least of the Daemons, the
most lowly of the low. These can be restrained by even an inexperienced
summoner. But if they get loose, you can be killed. Follow every direction TO
THE LETTER or you will not just be an inexperienced summoner, you will be a DEAD
inexperienced summoner”
I cleared off the floor, idea"s of what I could do with Daemons dancing through
my mind. I rooted about in my things till I found some art chalk from my
supplies. I drew the symbol of summoning, six circles that were supposed to
magically "tie" the daemon"s hands, legs, neck and tail (always a dangerous
thing people over looked, the book said. People have been strangled by the tail
of an irate daemon) to the ground, preventing them from moving. Then I drew the
safety circle, a circle of runes that I could barely copy, let alone understand.
I backed that with a second, then a third safety circle. Not exactly necessary,
the book said, but always a good idea. Three"s and multiples of those are a
necessity in demonology.
I started to look through the summonable Daemons. The one listed in this lesson
was “Cthulu” but I didn"t like the sound of him. I flipped forward until I found
the list of other Daemons I could summon. Male Daemons were, as a rule, a bit
more...controllable in a classical sense, or so the book said. A female daemon
was a bit less controllable, but, according to the book, offered far larger
rewards.
There was a warning: “Be sure of your orientation when summoning a daemon. Check
their preferences and be prepared. Take precautions and...have fun”
“What the hell are they talking about?” I muttered. It crossed my mind that I
should check with a teacher. Then I thought of what a daemon, even a lowly one,
could do to Billy.
I looked through the lesser Female Daemons. Xana, Hu"liazna... they were all
rather seductive looking, ancient drawings inscribed into the textbook showing
woman with claws and wings on stone bricks, women with flaming eyes, women with
a large collection of quills that sprouted from her back like some kind of
porcupine.
I stopped my ready at that one, a "deamonnette" called Lyndanne, or Lyn for
short. She was a minor daemon, controlling boils, sores and hangnails. Her image
was her sitting, knees drawn up and arms between them, covering the unclothed
naughty parts. Blue hair streamed down her front, quills spread about her like a
halo.
“Lyndanne xu-octuna-blu glar suspi trea-nana!” I read, feeling a wind pick up,
spreading papers across my room. The wind reached a fevered pitch as I continued
to read, “Lyndanne si-Clu- Aspatu!”
There was a bang and Lyn was in the three circles, her hands and legs spread to
touch each of the white circles, her quills pressed uncomfortably to the side
around her back, some sinking into the floor. Her blue hair mixed with her
quills, some falling in front to cover her perfect breasts. Her pubic hair was a
finely trimmed blue puff and a tail was touched to the sixth little circle. Her
head craned around, straining against the circle that held her there.
“Why have you summoned me?” she asked, her voice...her voice lighting my blood
afire. It was the sexiest voice I had ever heard, a sensuous liquid that flowed
in my ears, into my brain and straight to my cock, which obligingly sprang to
life, hardening in my pants.
“Uh” I stammered.
“Oh dear” Lyn murmured, looking at her hand, “You smudged this symbol”
“Wha-” I started, but then her left hand jerked out of the magical restrains,
something snapping soundlessly, rippling the air around it as it did so. Her
hand smashed into the floor and smudged the symbol on her right arm and then she
was free, jumping out of the circles. She started to pace, kept at bay by the
two remaining "safety" circles. My heart was pounding in my chest and I knew I
had to banish her before she killed me in some kind of grotesque and horrible
way.
I started to flip through the book, trying to find the banishing spell.
“Wait” Lyn"s voice murmured, “You need my help, don"t you?”
“Well...yes” I said.
Lyn was looking at me, her eyes glowing slightly as she did so.
“What do you need?” she asked, “Someone need agony and pain?”
“Yes” I said.
Lyn pressed against the safety circle, her hair parting enough for me to see her
right nipple. Her quills were more relaxed now, laying down her back like a
cloak, “Let...let me out and I can help you far beyond what you think you want”
“Uhhhh” I said, staring at her tits, “Promise you won"t kill me”
“I won"t kill you” she said demurely.
I remembered that if a daemon said "i promise" then it was actually binding.
“Promise!” I said.
“Fine...I promise not to kill you” Lyn said, her hands clawing at the sphere of
air she was unable to pass, “Now let me out of here or banish me! I can"t stand
circles of protection!”
I smudged the lines and she jumped out, going straight for me. Her body bowled
me over, slamming me into the bed and her face was huge in my vision, eyes
burning, teeth flashing.
“You” I gasped as her hands grasped my throat, “promised”
“I did” Lyn purred, “This...won"t hurt. Now open your mouth”
I forced my mouth open, hoping she would get off me. Lyn kissed me, her lips
bringing a fire into my chest, a burning desire to fuck and fuck and fuck until
I died of exhaustion. Then Lyn was gone, a weight suddenly gone from my chest.
“Lyn?” I asked, wondering if I had been dreaming.
“I"m still here, honey” Lyn"s voice purred in my head, “It"s been a long time
sense I"ve been along for the ride like this”
“You...You"re possessing me?” I asked, moving my hands. They moved, so it meant
I had some controll.
“Yes and no” Lyn said, “Turn around”
I turned around and saw my mirror. Next to me was Lyn. She laid her hands on my
shoulders and kissed my ear. I felt both of them, but when I looked to her she
was not there.
“I"m here...but not, at the same time. Most mages have familiar of sorts. But
dragons, nymphs, elves...they don"t know how to have some fun like I do”
The way she said "fun" made my cock leap in my pants.
“Now” Lyn murmured, “Lets pay back Billy”
Billy was walking down the alleyway between his dorm and mine. I was on the
roof, letting Lyn "drive". My body was clambering over the uneven roof in a way
that made my stomach lurch and my mind panic. But my fingernails were getting
longer, more claw like.
“Ignore the tail” Lyn murmured, “It"s only there when I"m in control. You"re
body becomes more Daemonic, and I get to have some fun. Now...can I kill him?”
“No no no no!” I thought as hard as I could
“You don"t need to shout” Lyn muttered. Then my body jumped from the roof and
landed behind Billy. He turned around and I grabbed him around the neck,
slamming him into the wall.
“Daniel!” He gasped.
“Feeling sorry now, Nerdlinger?” Lyn hissed, using my voice in a very
threatening manner. Billy broke into sobs, staring at me as he did so, “Please
don"t kill me!” he sobbed, “Oh please don"t!”
I began to feel sorry for him. He was a coward, I realized. A complete coward.
“Good” Lyn hissed and then my body jumped and landed on the roof.
We arrived back in my dorm room and I was in control again, gasping and panting.
“What a bastard” Lyn muttered, “A bully and he sobs like a girl”
“That was...freaky” I said
“Admit it. You had fun” Lyn purred.
“A...a bit” I said, turning around. Her voice was still playing crazy games with
my body, “Can...never mind”
“You want some...other fun” Lyn murmured. Her hand clutched my cock through my
pants, eerily invisible. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back, her
hips rubbing against my buttocks. A tail slipped over my chest, then undid one
of my buttons and slipped into my shirt.
“Prehensile tails are so use full...are they not?” Lyn murmured.
“I need to see you” I sighed
Suddenly the tail was visible, long and black, with glowing red veins running
down the side. Her hands were still clawed, but they undid the buttons on my
shirt deftly.
“What...what do I need to know?” I asked.
“Just do what your mind tells you too...” Lyn murmured, her hand pumping my
cock. The claws were hard, but did not cut me at all, and her hand was almost
flaming hot. I turned around and she stood behind me, tail slipping around and
quills slowly becoming erect along with her nipples.
“Just...be strong” Lyn murmured, her lips nearly pressing into my ear.
“Strong?” I asked.
“You know” Lyn said, taking my hand and placing it on her tit, “Strong”
“Oh” I said, realizing what she wanted. It was a dark fantasy I had had for
a...a long time. I squeezed, hard. Lyn hissed, her prominent canines flashing in
the light. I kissed her, feeling strong for the first time in my life. Then my
hands found her shoulders and shoved her to her knees.
Lyn"s tail swished through the air, disturbing books and clothes that lay on my
bed, and she undid the zipper on my pants. I groaned as her lips circled my
cock, her teeth running lightly over it. It was rough...but god damn it felt
good. Lyn moved her head back and ran her leathery tongue between my balls. She
ran her tung up to the tip of my cock then took the whole thing down her throat.
She had had millennium of practice at this, being a daemon, and was...
I came, spurting inside of her mouth. She stood, the force of her kiss bowling
me over. I hit the ground and she was kissing me, her hands on both sides of my
face. She was still restrained, surprisingly, her tail lashing my bed and my
clothes rather then me, her claws not scratching me.
Lyn"s quills reached full erection, her nipples rock hard. Her tail undid the
rest of the buttons on my chest and laid it open.
“Such potential” She purred, running her hands over my chest, “Such power
waiting”
“What?” I asked, “I"m a hundred pound weakling”
Lyn crawled forward, her breath hot on my chest, then face.
“I can make you into more then what you are” She hissed, “Just take me”
I moved my hands to her buttocks, avoiding her long quills.
“Don"t love me” Lyn hissed in my ear, “Take me. Force it!”
I gulped, not quite able to gather the strength. Lyn sighed, standing, “I
suppose we need some more training then”
I stood, my ears burning and my cock hard. Lyn turned around, her tail swishing,
“I suppose you might have less pote-”
I was suddenly angry. I strode forward and pulled her back legs away from her,
causing her to fall to her hands and knees, doggy style. Some of her quills
pricked me, but I still rammed into her as hard as I could.
Lyn cried out, her tail lashing me. Blood welled from a long cut down my chest
and I gritted my teeth, pain from the quills and the tail wracking me. But...oh
god, a daemon pussy has to be felt to be believed. It was hot and smooth, but
very tight and almost sentient in its motions, contracting at the right moments.
After a few quick thrusts I was brought to the edge of an orgasm. I thrust one
last time, Lyn"s quills shooting as straight as they could. Then I came, cum
spewing into her. Lyn screamed, her voice cracking as she did so.
I stood.
“Such potential” Lyn was gone, disappearing back into my mind.
The door to my room opened later, as I was pulling my pants on. A strange woman
was walking in, her face drawn with worry. Then I recognized her as my dorm
mate.
“Hello, Lizzy” I said, remembering how she introduced herself.
“Hi” she said, clipped, “didn"t know you were up this late”
“I didn"t know you even came here” I muttered.
“You"re always asleep before I come and never wake until after I leave” Lizzy
muttered, “Now I need to do some studying” She opened her book. Then she noticed
the chalk on the floor.
“Did I forget to clean up?” She muttered, “I thought I cleaned up”
“Oh that” I said, “I was wondering about that. Didn"t know if I should clean
that up or not”
"No, its okay” Lizzy knelt and started to mop up the floor.
She was incredible looking, I realized. Remove the slouching, bring her long
black hair back and she was a beautiful young woman, if moody and pale. Her
tight fitting jeans showed the rounded curve of her ass, and her shirt and
jacket were generous to her breasts and finely tanned stomach.
“Thinking of a new conquest?” Lyn murmured in my mind, “I"ve always liked
women...” she started to laugh.
Lizzy worked late into the night as I slept. The next morning I followed her to
wherever she went after morning. She walked out of campus and through the city,
past street lamps that were heated and powered by imps bound to light duty. I
was dizzy with anticipation, Lyn"s voice urging me on every step of the way. The
wimp in me knew that I"d never be "strong" with Lizzy, like I was with Lyn. But
the daemon in me...wasn"t so sure.
And so I started my carrier as a daemonologist, Lyn stuck in my brain like a
pickax to the head. And things would only get more...interesting through out my
collage year.
But that is a story...for another day.
Authors note: Writing, I have always thought, is a chance to do something you
CAN"T do in a movie. Why write about humans and humans having sex in normal
places? I mean its fine for a bit, but gets old and we can just have movies. I
mean a hard core or soft core porno film does about the same thing as some of
the stories here and there on this website.
But stories and writing in general are for things that are impractical or
impossible...or just to downright crazy to have in a regular film (Anime not
withstanding). So I was disappointed that not more people were having Daemons,
succubi, vampires, aliens, werewolves, ghosts, magic and deep space. Why not
show some IMAGINATION PEOPLE! Sure we are a bunch of filthy people and are going
to hell (I hope. Those Succubi are HOT), but we should at least be an
imaginative bunch of filthy creative people.
And thus I decided...why not I write what I want to read. Basically I do what I
do for my normal stories, but instead of where I normally cut out (sex) I ZOOM
IN (sex) and so on. So its crazy, its zany, and hopefully...semi-erotic. And it
means I don"t need to root through fifty thousand bondimes, tentacle Hentia and
such to find my damn catgirls (i have a thing for cat girls, want to fight about
it?)
And so the author of this story leaves you on that rather pugnacious note...
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