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Jon Lynn was the kind of person who saw himself as more than just a nerdy anthropology grad student. In his own mind Jon was a true seeker of knowledge. He read as much outside his field of study as within if not more. He attended lectures on topics that sounded interesting, and he collected rare books and antiques for personal study and enrichment. Science, literature, art, they all interested and excited him.

The people who knew Jon well, however, would describe him best as smart enough to get himself in trouble. With even just the smallest bit of knowledge in hand he would rush off to utilize it. He had a habit of attempting experiments with only the most basic of knowledge, and it had led to him getting in trouble more than once in his young life. Like that time when Jon filled the kitchen with toxic gas, or that other time during his early teens when he had to regrow his eyebrows after the flash.

As Jon went down a more academic route in his life, the property destruction decreased greatly. This was much to his mother’s relief. Jon took his schooling seriously,and not just because he was enrolled at a good prep school. He took every AP credit he could before stating at his university and attended summer classes and to get through his undergrad program as quickly as possible so he could get to the ‘good stuff,’ as he called it. This kind of academic rigor ran in his family, as Jon came from a long line of academics graced with a substantial trust fund to allow them to pursue their quests for knowledge.

Jon was aware that his generational wealth allowed him many opportunities, but he wasn’t one to flaunt it. He had a modest condo close to his university, a decent car for when he left the city, and covered his tuition and books without a second thought, but that was about it. However, Jon did spend a fair amount of his monthly stipend on building his personal library. He loved to shop in the few remaining bookshops in the city. In fact, he had just recently learned about Faulkner's Rare Books the other day and hurried on down as soon as he could find the time.

Faulkner's was the kind of old niche shop that had just always been there in the community. Other stores opened and closed, buildings were knocked down and new ones built taller and grander. But the old book store remained. It was anyone’s guess how they stayed open given the few customers the store had on any given day and the constant gentrification of the city. The sign was hand painted, and in good repair and the windows were full of bookshelves. Jon smiled like he had discovered a lost temple as he took in the cramped storefront before entering the building.

Jon nodded to the old man at the counter as he walked by. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he knew he would find something in a place like this. Jon made his way towards the back of the shop. The most interesting things were always there in places like this. The air had the heavy smell of old books, as one would expect from such an establishment. He rummaged around the stacks of books, looking for something that would catch his eye when his hand ran along the spine of a large book. Jon felt a tingle in his fingertips that ran right up his arm and then up and down his spine. He let out an audible gasp as he snatched his hand back in tight against his body.

Maybe it was just his imagination, maybe it wasn’t, but either way, the book now had Jon’s attention. He paused and stared at the book that had zapped him. Looking at the spine of the book there was no title, only the intricate embossing of the black leather. Taking great care, he reached out to pull the book off of the shelf to better inspect it. There were no tingles this time, but he could feel the weight of importance the book had as he held it in his hand. The cover still made no indication of the title. Instead there was just more of the beautiful embossing. He wasn’t sure but thought there may be symbols incorporated into the artwork, but he couldn’t say for sure.

He was feeling excited as he carefully opened the book. As old as the pages must have been there was a crispness to the pages that surprised Jon. As he flipped through the pages his eyes grew wider.

_This book is definitely about the occult. Just look at these charts and symbols. This is just what I need for my home library! _

Jon suddenly felt a strange sensation and a shiver ran down his back. He looked around, but he was still alone in the store, but it felt for a moment like there were eyes on him. He eventually suppressed the strange feeling and closed the book. Jon clutched the book close against his chest and made his way towards the front of the shop. The counter was as much of an antique as any book in the store was, and sitting behind the old wooden counter was yet another antique. An old man dressed in a shirt, bowtie, and vest was sitting on a stool. He was reading a book while enjoying a cup of black coffee. The old man looked up as he heard Jon’s footsteps creaking on the floor.

He adjusted the pair of round glasses on his nose as he looked at the book Jon was carrying. His expression was hard to read, but he didn’t look upset.

“Did you find what you were looking for, son?” His voice was soft, but clear.

“I think so, yes.” Jon gently placed the book on the counter.

The old man glanced down at the book, but did not move to touch it in any way. “Interesting selection. Honestly that book has lingered here longer than I thought it would. Are you sure you are prepared to give it a new home?”

“If it’s about the price, I’m sure I can cover it.”

The old man smiled like he heard a joke. “If you are sure you can pay the price, then I won’t stop you from walking out of here with it.”

Jon almost felt like he was coming in late on a joke the way the old man was speaking. However, he wasn’t about to leave without his new treasure.

“And how much will it be?” Jon asked as he pulled out his wallet.

The old man shifted slightly on his stool and turned to the register. It was by far the newest object in the store, but even then it was still a digital relic. When Jon saw the total on the screen he raised an eyebrow. The way the shopkeeper had been talking he was expecting to pay twice the amount, maybe even more.

“We only accept cash.” The shopkeeper said as he tapped a sign by the register.

“I know, it’s not my first rodeo.” Jon said as he started to count out hundred dollar bills. “I came prepared.”

The old man chuckled as he accepted the money and deftly made change. He then wrapped the book up in brown paper and string, all the while never actually touching the book directly. He lifted up the package and handed it to Jon.

“She’s all yours now, no returns.”

“I see the sign.” Jon said as he accepted the book.

“Thank you, and good luck.” He smiled before lifting his mug back up to his lips.

“Uh, thanks.” Jon was a little confused, but just brushed it off.

With the book tucked under his arm he left Faulkner's Rare Books. He had planned originally to stop and get a late lunch while he was out shopping, but now Jon just wanted to get back to his place and start reading his newest acquisition. He walked quickly getting out of the tangle of backstreets in the old city and into a more main road before he ordered a ride. The entire trip home he ran his hands over the brown paper protecting the book. It took a lot of willpower to not tear it open and start to read during the quarter hour or so it took to reach his condo building.

Jon hurried through the lobby and opted for the stairs rather than wait on the elevator. Once he reached his condo, Jon headed straight to what he called his study. It was meant to be the primary bedroom, but the larger size made it ideal for his personal library and reliquary. And having an en suite attached to the room he spent the most time in just made sense.

Shelves lined every wall of the room. Most held books, but others had antiques inside glass cases. The lighting was diffuse, giving the room a warm comforting feeling. He placed the book on an antique writing desk and clicked on a restored reading lamp salvaged from the city library. Quickly, but carefully, Jon cut the string and unwrapped the book.

He pulled out a small notebook and pencil from the desk and sat down. Smiling widely, Jon opened the book and started to read. Other than pausing to jot down a few notes, his eyes stayed glued to the pages. It was almost like everything outside the warm glow of his lamp didn’t exist. Jon lost complete track of time as he absorbed the occult writings. What ended up breaking his trance was a spam call ringing his phone. As he ignored the call, he noticed the sun had set and it was quickly growing dark outside.

Wow, how long have I been reading this book? I thought it had only been maybe fifteen minutes. No wonder I’m feeling hungry, I never did get lunch and it’s getting past dinner time. I should eat something or I’ll end up regretting it later.

Jon pushed back from the desk and stretched his arms over his head before getting up. He decided on just a small break and hurried to the kitchen to make something quick. He quickly put together a sandwich from lunch meat and leftovers and paired it with a cold bottle of beer. He had no intention of bringing food or drink anywhere near his collection, so he ate at his counter. He ate quickly, but it was less from hunger and more out of a desire to return to the book. The meal was a thing of necessity, not enjoyment. He’d never felt such a pull to a book before. That fact alone was just as exciting as the book itself.

After washing and drying his hands he returned to his study and turned to the next page of the book. The longer his eyes ran over the text the easier it was for him to understand it. That led to Jon falling into a complete trance as he read over the arcane text. The minutes ticked by but Jon didn’t feel their passing as he turned the pages one by one. He wasn’t even taking notes anymore, he was too focused on reading. It was well into the evening when he came to the section talking about summoning rituals. A shiver ran down his back, but he continued to read. It spoke of protective circles and summoning different types of demons for different uses. His eyes stopped on one word, succubus.

Jon wasn’t quite a virgin, a spring break trip during his undergrad years had taken care of that. But as a nerdy, want-to-be anthropologist, the ladies weren’t exactly lining up at his door. Choosing to pursue his hobbies more than relationships with women also wasn’t doing him any favors in the companionship department. But Jon was still a man, and still desired intimacy. He swallowed hard and read on.

The entire ritual was completely laid out. How to draw the circle and how it needed to be aligned, names to be called upon, and items needed for the ritual. Jon read the list several times over. There was no need for buckets of blood or a goat to sacrifice, no rare incense or expensive gems required. Just simple mundane things like salt, candles, and a small mirror. All things he had inside his home. Jon leaned back in his chair and thought about what he had just read.

This is crazy, it’s all just nonsense, right? There’s cultural meaning to rituals, but not a physical one. I can’t just make a circle of salt on the ground and summon up a hot demon babe for a date. Right?

As he looked back to the book he noticed something odd. The pool of light from the lamp seemed to wobble at the edges, like the shadows from the room were bumping against it, like water against the hull of a ship. Looking up around the study, it felt darker somehow. Sure he had neglected to turn on the main lights, but he was used to the normal shadows of his condo, and this felt wrong. His eyes went back to the book.

Maybe this is more than just creative writing. Maybe there is something to this. It wouldn’t hurt to try the ritual, would it? What would it cost me anyway? Just a container of salt, compared to what I paid for the book that’s nothing.

Jon got to his feet and made his way to the living room. Since he didn’t spend as much time here as his study, the furnishings were quite basic. A simple couch, coffee table, and a pair of end tables with lamps were the only things on the smooth tile floor. He pushed the furniture to the edges of the room, clearing a huge space in the middle. With that done he gathered the items he needed. A container of salt from the kitchen, a box of candles from the hall closet, a small antique hand mirror from his own collection, and of course the book itself so he could follow the instructions and recite the incantations.

He poured the salt out carefully onto the bare floor, starting with a simple circle. Happy with how it came out, he began to add in the other glyphs and lines to the summoning circle, while being careful not to disturb any of his previous work. When the circle was fully drawn, Jon placed the candles in the indicated positions and propped up the mirror in the proper place. Jon checked over his handiwork one more time before picking up the book and tuning to the incantation. He read over the incantation several times before clearing his throat.

Ultra velum clamo!

Audite me, spiritus perversi.

In hunc circulum prode.

Creatura carnis et voluptatis.

Ex umbra surgere.

Et libidini meae indulgeo.

Veni ad me!

Once he started to speak it was as if the words were ripped out of his mouth, he couldn’t stop. He repeated the words as some kind of unholy chant. With each recitation, the ambient light on the room grew dimmer, like the darkness was pressing against the small pool of light the candles cast. Then something started to happen in the center of the summoning circle. It started to shimmer like an iridescent pool. Then something started to emerge from the shimmering center.

It was a hand reaching up into the air. The nails were long, pointed, and pitch black. It was soon joined by another hand reaching up into Jon’s living room. It was hard to tell the exact color of the skin by the candle light, but it was something rich and warm. As the arms stretched up into the air the demon’s head broke through. A large pair of twisted red horns extended from either side of her head. Her long wavy jet-black hair framed her wickedly grinning face. Her violet eyes glowed as they made contact with Jon. They remained locked as she rose up.

As her torso broke through into the material world he couldn’t help but notice her perfectly round, perky, and over all large breasts, but his eyes snapped away when he flared her dark red bat-like wings out behind her. Jon was feeling almost overwhelmed with both fear and excitement. The demon looked every part the ideal succubus. The tips of her toes, or rather hooves exited from the portal and it closed. She settled onto the floor with a soft click of hooves on tile.

Jon stared slack jawed, he hadn’t expected it to really work, but here she was standing in his living room smirking at him, completely and utterly naked to boot.

“I uh…” Jon stumbled over his words. “Name! I mean, what is your name?”

She tilted her head to the side, but her long horns exaggerated the movement.

“You may address me as Zyphyra.”

Zyphyra’s voice was hard to describe. There was a multilayered harmonic quality to it. It didn't sound evil exactly, but certainly otherworldly. She didn’t speak loudly, but it seemed to reverberate in Jon’s head. It certainly held his attention.

“Zyphyra, I summoned you here to-”

He was interrupted by the demon’s laughter. “Mortals attempt to summon one of my ilk for just one purpose.”

Jon’s cheeks flushed, “Um, well, yes, but.”

“Things have changed since the last time I was up here.” She turned and looked out the patio windows. “Ah, we’re in a tower I see.”

Jon shook his head before trying to get things back on track. “Excuse me, could we focus on why I called you here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she turned to face him slowly, her violet eyes glowing brighter, “do you think you are in charge here?” She casually stepped out of the circle.

Jon’s eyes went wide as her hooves crossed the salt lines that were supposed to protect him. “What? No! No!”

“First time drawing a circle, huh? You did a pretty terrible job of it. This wouldn’t even hold a hellhound.”

Jon whimpered as he backed away, flipping through the book. Zyphyra snatched the book out of his hand and tossed it over her shoulder.

“I’m afraid you’ll be doing my bidding tonight.” She smiled wide.

Zyphyra’s sharp teeth glistened in the candlelight as she wrapped her arms around him. Jon was both terrified and undoubtedly aroused as she pulled him in tightly against her light red body. She tilted up his head and leaned in close. She opened her mouth and her long tentacle-like tongue slipped past her full lips. She teased Jon’s lips before forcing her tongue into his mouth. He gasped and froze in her grip before melting into the kiss.

Her claws made quick work of Jon’s clothes, leaving nothing but a pile of shredded clothing at his feet. Jon was getting into it, making up for his lack of experience with enthusiasm. This amused Zyphyra greatly. She was well aware that Jon was no virgin, but he obviously was still quite the novice. That suited her fine, the less experienced the mortal, the more fun it was unleashing on them, and she had plans to go all out with him.

Jon’s eyes were closed as he tried his best to return the kiss. He then felt a strange sensation against his chest. The texture of the demon’s skin did more than just change, he could feel it shifting against his own skin. He heard a strange wet sound and then, before he knew it, what felt like dozens of wet, drooling mouths were kissing and licking his chest. He let out a yelp and pushed away. His eyes went wide with shock at what he saw.

The front of Zyphyra had split down the front of her chest, her rib cage swinging open like a pair of shutters. Where once there had been flawless light red skin and a pair of amazing breasts, there was now an undulating mass of mouths. They were all moving, making kissing motions, extending tongues, smiling, laughing. There was no blood, no organs, the inside of her body was seemingly a portal to another dimension of undulating flesh.

“Aww, is the young inexperienced summoner unprepared for the Realm of Flesh?” She ran her fingers down over the mouths, teasing them with her fingertips. “If you had properly summoned me, the evening's entertainment would be up to you, but since I’m in charge, I see no reason to hold back on what I want or how I want to do it.”

She reached out with her hand palm out towards his face. A small portal opened and a smiling mouth appeared in her hand. Jon recoiled , but she simply lunged forward and pressed the lips up against his own. Her fingers firmly gripped his face as the hand mouth forced kissed him deeply.

“That’s right,” she leaned in close and whispered, “just kiss back like you would any other sweet pair of lips.” Zyphyra looked down at Jon’s very erect cock. “Mmm, I’m going to eat well tonight.”

She pressed back in against Jon, and he immediately felt the multitude of mouths starting to kiss, nip, and lick at his body. Jon had his fantasies and some were pretty wild, but they were never anything like this. However he couldn’t ignore just how good this was feeling.

Jon soon found himself down on the floor with Zyphyra on top of him, she slowly slid down his body and he felt every mouth tease his cock as she slid down in between his legs. He gasped and moaned, his entire body practically twitching with excitement. She gripped his shaft lightly in her hand before opening her mouth wide, wider than she should have been able to. Inside her mouth three smaller mouths appeared. By this point Jon realized he should stop being surprised but he couldn’t help letting out a whimper as she lowered her head to his shaft. One mouth swallowed him whole while the other two kissed and licked the sides as she bobbed her head up and down.

It didn’t take long before his toes were curling and Jon was arching his back up off the floor. Zyphyra wasn’t disappointed. Honestly, she was surprised the mortal had lasted as long as he had. She consumed his male essence eagerly, it had been a long time since her last meal. Jon’s head flopped back onto the floor as he panted.

“That was a good first course,” Zyphyra was back to just a single mouth that she gently whipped with the back of her hand, “but after all those centuries I’m still starving for more.”

Jon’s eyes snapped open and he saw Zyphyra straddling his body. Her long tongue circled her lips as she looked down at the mortal.

“I…I need a break.” Jon managed to squeak out.

Zyphyra ‘s lips curled into a wicked smile. “No, you just want one. But it’s not about what you want, is it?”

Zyphyra’s body seemed to split up the middle from her neck down to her legs. Her body opened up and there were more than just mouths this time. Hands reached out from the flesh portal to grab Jon’s body. He managed to squirm slightly but it was pointless. The succubus’s body enveloped his own. Wrapped in warm slightly moist flesh, the body was caressed in every way, possible or impossible. Her head nuzzled against the side of his head.

“I bet no mortal girl ever felt this good, did she?” Zyphyra whispered hotly into his ear.

“N-no…” The words slipped past his lips with a moan.

Zyphyra laughed before teasing his ear with her tongue. Before long Jon was more than just recovered, he was raring to go. He squirmed and thrust into the mass of flesh surrounding most of his body.

“That’s the spirit.” Zyphyra giggled as she slowly released his body.

She moved to straddle his legs. Her body sealed back up as if nothing had happened. He looked up at her with pleading eyes and a raging hard on. Zyphyra smiled wickedly at the mortal as she lifted herself up onto her knees. She ran a finger slowly along her slit. Her body opened up almost like a zipper. Mouths, tongues and multiple pussies presented themselves. At this point Jon was no longer surprised he reached up and placed his hands on Zyphyra’s hips, pulling her closer to his pulsing cock.

Zyphyra placed one hand on his chest and the other on his shaft to guide it in. She made a cooing sound as it slid across several pussies and brushed against kissing lips. Things got wet and sloppy quickly between everything rubbing, brushing and licking against the shaft before she finally let it slip in properly. As she took Jon to the hilt he could feel a pair of lips kissing and teasing his balls.

Jon arched his back up off the floor and cried out loudly. Zyphyra pressed him back down onto the cold floor as she rode him. He would slip out of one pussy to be pushed back into another or an open mouth. The difference became academic to Jon as he was pushed farther than should be possible before he came even harder than the first time. He nearly passed out this time, but could feel Zyphyra’s body opening to swallow him again. He was wrapped up in the fleshy embrace as his body was kissed, licked, and rubbed. Jon shivered as he knew the succubus wasn’t done with him.

***

Jon blinked his eyes several times as he struggled to wake up. Zyphyra had feasted on his male essence, and that had eventually left him sprawled out on the couch with a blanket draped loosely over his body. He didn’t remember getting on the couch, but he doubted that the demon would have had any trouble moving him there. He slowly pushed up his head and shoulders. He wasn’t sure exactly how many times he had gone with the demon. Jon lost count after the third time, so at least that many. He felt drained in more ways than one after all of it. There was no doubt his body would be sore and stiff in the morning, but that was future Jon’s problem.

Jon had no idea of the exact time, but it was still dark outside his condo. Looking around he saw that Zyphyra must have cleaned up the mess, there was no sign of the salt circle, candles, or any remnants from their fucking. In the dim light coming through the patio doors he saw Zyphyra standing looking out at the city. She must have sensed his eyes watching her because she turned to face him, her violet eyes glowing softly in the shadows.

“I didn’t think you would wake up before morning after all of that. Not bad for a mortal, but we will still have to work on your stamina.”

Her voice didn’t sound patronizing, but Jon wasn’t about to trust the word of a demon.

“Ehh…” He lowered his head back down onto a couch pillow, “If you say so. Uh, thanks for cleaning up.”

“It was nothing, really.” She made a dismissive gesture. “Especially given the fact that thanks to you I have free reign on Earth.”

“Oh, yeah, that. Am I going to get in trouble for that?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Not from my kind, I don’t know for sure about the mortal realm.” She reached for the patio door and opened it wide.

“Where are you going?”

“I have much to do, and more essence to feed on. The city is just full of lustful desperate men, as you well know.”

Jon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know.”

“Don’t worry though, I’ll be back later for some breakfast.” She smiled wickedly before stepping out onto the patio.

Jon watched as she spread her wings and leapt from the patio before she darted away into the night. He let out a long sigh as he settled back into the couch and closed his eyes.

Well, I’ve had worst first dates. Jon thought as he relaxed. I hope she lets me eat my breakfast first before helping herself to more of me.

With that last thought Jon slipped off into sleep.

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