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It always happened when a full moon was coming up. Not on the night of the full moon specifically but more in the week leading up to it. Maybe it's because Melissa had conditioned her body to it, a sort of Pavlovian response; knowing that that time of the month was approaching made her heart race a little more. Made her feel a little warmer inside. Made her body perk up slightly. Made her mind wander more in day dreams, thinking about her planned night in, about 3 days before full moon.

Anyone who's experienced with the act of demon summoning will tell you that the full moon isn't the best time to attempt to contact the underworld. In theory, of course, it should be, as it's when the spirit world and our world are most closely linked. But in practice, the full moon's when most of the amateurs come out to play, the bored horny teenagers or the god botherers. It effectively clogs the lines, means no one can get through. In fact, lately most demons don't even answer any calls to be summoned on full moons. Particularly the more popular ones like Belial, Baphomet, and basically every succubus around. Three guesses why.

These successive no-shows allows the myth that demons don't exist to persist. And while it's a tiny bit more time consuming to connect to that other plane when the moon is still waxing or waning, you're far more likely to get a hold of whoever you're looking for.

Melissa had been doing this since she was 18, almost every month. It started with a young scholarly incubus named… oh, she couldn't even remember any more. She'd been looking for some kind of help to figure out her next step in life, and rather than go to a guidance counselor, she did what any young woman who was just at the tail end of her goth phase did. She got some salt, found as weathered old book, and tried to hold a seance in the attic of her parent's house. And as she chanted from the safety of her own protective circle, she was more than pleasantly surprised to find a crimson-skinned, four-eyed being slip out of the sigil as effortlessly as one might emerge from a pool of water.

She'd felt her loins burn with lust at the time, but tried to steel herself. She felt so completely out of her depth all of a sudden, and had to avert her eyes, both out of respect and out of protection for herself. “Well well well… hello there!" his layered, lilting voice made the brown haired girl shiver with anticipation, and she covered her face with her long brown locks. The incubus was amused by her appearance too, dressed in frumpy flannel Pjs that hid her figure. “Nice outfit."

The incubus, while incredibly, knee-bucklingly handsome and flirtatious, was also pleasant and friendly, having centuries of study under his belt. And she'd not skimped on her own protections; she was encircled with a ring of salt that kept him from getting too close. He had plenty of room to roam in the large sigil she'd made for him. He smelled of cinnamon and spice, and she felt a voice whisper in her head that she should slip closer, have a taste, what could be the harm?

But she resisted it. He seemed disappointed slightly by her fastidious avoidance, but he was nonetheless pleasant. While the advice boiled down to 'you're young, you'll be fine', it was nice hearing it from a being far older and more powerful than her. And Melissa made sure not to look him in his upper eyes, as the book she'd read from had warned her. Time passed rather easily in his company, in fact, until Melissa finally decided time was up.

“I'm going to have to send you back now, b-but thank you so much for the advice!"

“Maybe next time I can get to know you more properly," he said as he left dipping his claws into the sigil and slipping right back in, his blonde puff of hair disappearing last, the wooden floorboards rippling like a disturbed pool of water for just a moment before returning to their hard consistency.

And then she breathed for what felt like the first time in half an hour. She fell onto her back and laughed loudly, unable to believe she'd actually pulled that one off! It was lucky her family wasn't home to hear her, too. The last thing she wanted was them finding out about her new hobby.

When she moved out for college, she made sure to get a space that was nice and private. No shared dorms for her, she was going to have her own apartment. To “study". That's how she sold it to her parents, who were far too rich and careless to inquire further.

She ostensibly was an English major when she started college, but summoning and talking to creatures from the other side became Melissa's true passion. She'd scour every second hand and antique shop for old tomes and newer guides on the denizens of the other world, and go home to test them out. She'd soundproofed her apartment enough so that no nosy neighbors would listen in. Week by week, she'd exhaust each book of its summoning 'recipes' before moving on to the next one. She was careful, of course. She didn't go through each summoning tome cover to cover, steering clear of any demons whose instructions carried warnings with them. She didn't want to take her chances there. Maybe someday whens he was more capable, she'd revisit them. But for now, she was content to just summon smaller demons, feel that rush in the atmosphere as the very fabric of reality tore itself open for just a moment. She met and conversed with demons large and small, still getting an intense rush as she gazed at their otherworldly forms. She simply talked to them, asked them questions about themselves. It was refreshing for a lot of them, who were far too used to being summoned in order to be bargained with or have demands made of them. It was a nice change of pace. Sometimes Melissa wondered if they talked about her down below, if any of them were waiting their turn.

By now, she'd matured into a young woman of 21. She'd lost the shrinking violet look, her hair had been cut a good deal shorter into a pixie cut, and she dressed herself much better, though she did still dress for comfort. Nice sweatpants, a designer turtleneck… she had a sort of librarian look about her now, which somewhat suited her hobby. She had just gotten in for the night, a new, just bought book in her bag. Her phone was switched off, the curtains were drawn, and the lights of her apartment were turned as low as they could go. She licked her lips and took the tome out of her bag, setting aside the big bag of thick crystals of salt she used for the summoning circle, and opened it up carefully, gingerly. The smell of old glue and paper wafted through the room like a sort of incense, and as she gently turned the first page, a sheet from further in the book fell free, fluttering to the floor with a gentle rustle.

“Ah crap," she muttered, stooping down and setting the tome aside to get a closer look at that sheet. The paper felt particularly brittle, and it looked as though it had been torn free rather than having come free naturally from the book. She very carefully lifted the sheet from the floor to peer at it. It was written in old English, looked to be from the 1800s at a glance. Its instructions were bare, sparse text, no illustration at all. It was odd, compared to some of the more ornate illustrations she'd seen. It simply showed the symbol, stated the name of the demon, and the incantation to summon them. There wasn't even an inkling of what this demon – Cairn – looked like. There was, however, one slight flourish of color. Aside from the black ink, there was a warning written in what was likely once crimson, but was now faded to a dark brown.

This, the warning wrote, is a powerful demigod. He will seek to strike a bargain with you. Indecisiveness will be punished. If thy will is in any way weak, do not attempt to bring him forth. Always use commanding language. Never apologize. Do not leave the circle. Do not look him in the eye. Your immortal soul will be at stake.

The sheet's warning was a good enough reason to just put it away and leave it at that. But there was something about the spiraling symbol on the sheet that called to her, whispered to her. She was surely good enough to handle something more challenging, right? She'd summoned hundreds of demons without any issue over the past 3 years. Not even a near miss. The faded red text begged her to give it a try, to prove it wrong. After all, it was likely written by a prudish Victorian scholar anyway. Generally, warnings from this era tended to say that this particular creature was gorgeous and alluring. And Melissa would admit there were a few times where she ogled a captive demon, allowing herself to rub at her body, for their amusement and her own. They were far more attractive than any fuckboys she'd met in the real world anyway.

Still, as she gazed at the leaf of paper, something nagged at the back of her mind. A warning was a warning after all. The idea of her immortal soul being at stake wasn't a pleasant one. Especially considering she knew she had one. No better way to give up atheism than by coming face to face with powerful spirits… and she only had one of them. She didn't want to think of what her afterlife might be like if her soul was lost to some evil creature…

But the sigil. Like spiraling ribbons curling in towards a deep, dark slit. Like an eye, or a coiled up rope. Far more ornate than most other sigils she'd worked with. A nice little challenge, a thought experiment maybe. She could summon him then immediately dismiss him again. That might be the easiest thing to do, she figured. Just get one quick look at him, then send him away.

She put down the paper and mulled it over as she paced her living room. Her bargain would be to just let him go once she's satisfied with her abilities, and she would be satisfied right away, wouldn't she? She had absolutely nothing to fear. She was capable, and willful. No demon had dared to test her so far, why would they start now? All she needed to do was make up the …

She was standing in the middle of the room, sprinkling the last bit of salt to complete the sigil she'd set up. Her circle of candles was in place too, orange and yellow wax pillars all ready to be lit.

“When did I…?" she murmured, before shaking it off. She was good at multitasking after all. All the more reason to give it a shot.

She stepped out of the circle, gazing at her handiwork and checking the paper to make sure she'd done things correctly. Once she was satisfied, she set up her own circle, taking her time to make sure it was completely even and unbroken. She'd never had a near miss yet, with the circle being broken, and she didn't plan on taking a chance now. If the circle was disturbed or broken, the hold would break and Cairn would get loose. Something told her that would be a bad idea.

She held the leaf of paper in front of her, reading the incantation as she knelt in the middle of the circle. Looking at the unlit candles that surrounded both her circle and the sigil, she closed her eyes, exhaling deeply, and began to chant.

“Cairn u'chud salim ki'laiyah." she began, her voice low. “Cairn u'chud salim ki'laiyah… Cairn u'chud salim ki'laiyah…."

Each time she said it, keeping her tone even, she felt another pulse in the room. The temperature rising, the air getting thicker, those forbidden words slowly gathering energy and pace in her apartment. The air swirling. The wicks of the candles began to glow, and with each repetition of the phrase, one by one, they began to light. The linoleum floor of the apartment lost a little bit of its solidity, starting to ripple underneath, the ripples moving inwards, focusing on the sigil. The salt began to hiss and glow, the crackling scent of cooking flesh reaching her nostrils. It was working.

“Cairn u'chud salim ki'laiyah!" she spoke more loudly and clearly, a rumbling sound building further and further, the candles wax softening and melting as the orange and red flames grew brighter, brighter. And still she chanted, keeping her voice as clear as possible, keeping her heart from racing too much, seeing the sigil fill with a thick, impossibly dark smoke, a vertical column rising from the smoking salt, expanding with a loud growl, or shout, or – she couldn't tell.

She shouted out one last repetition of the summoning phrase, and there was a loud crack, a percussive blast that nearly knocked Melissa backwards.. The explosion of smoke was totally contained inside the sigil, making a completely opaque, smooth column from the floor to the ceiling of her apartment. And it was at the top of that column that the face appeared. Dark, freckled skin, deep golden eyes, fin like ears. His hair in long, dark ebony dreadlocks with little sparkling flecks of gold in them, like miniature stars. His face was covered in golden piercings, in his ears, in his lip… Full, beautiful lips and perfect, razor sharp white teeth, bared a seductive snarl.

As the smoke coalesced and vanished, Melissa followed it down. The dark, muscular, toned torso of the demigod glistened, as though he'd just finished a workout. So too, did the small golden piercings that decorated each nipple, and his navel. His mocha colored stomach rose and fell with his breathing, little puffs of white smoke curling out of his serpentine mouth. So far, quite humanoid. But at the point where his pelvis and legs began though, Melissa's eyes were greeted with long, flowing coils, of that same ebony color and sheen as Cairn's hair, similarly speckled with golden stars.

It was then that Melissa wondered if the sigil she'd drawn was a bit too small. Cairn's serpentine lengths were fairly crammed in to the bottom of the summoning circle, which was now glowing with a faint orange light. It was as though she'd crammed him into a very tight box, his coils rather uncomfortably curled up underneath him. That wasn't a seductive snarl, it was a pained, uncomfortable look.

“What is this hovel?" Cairn asked, his voice deep, but also somewhat petulant. “This does not befit me in the slightest. What amateur-" his golden eyes met Melissa's, and her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into those golden suns.

“Ah." Cairn sighed, his features softening slightly. “Apologies. This sort of thing happens more often than you think. I dislike being summoned as it is, but this..."

Melissa had to stop herself from apologizing, knowing that she had to be as commanding as possible. “My name is Melissa, and I am a summoner. You will be dismissed in a moment," she said. “I have summoned you just to test my own abilities."

“Hmh." Cairn 's eyes narrowed as he peered down at her. “That's certainly new."

His voice had a subtle sibilant tone, like white noise, a little massage somewhere in the center of Melissa's mind. It was rather pleasant. He was very easy on the eyes as well. One of her hands slid down towards the waistband of her sweatpants, not going too far as she looked up at him. Watching him grunt and exert himself to re-adjust his coils.

“So, I'm just going to amuse you then, am I?" Cairn asked. “Or are you just going to dismiss me?"

“You will wait until I dismiss you," she said. “If it's too much, though..."

Fuck, don't give him anything back. She felt her heart skip a beat. Cairn's eyes gazed into hers as he finally turned his attentions properly towards her. She felt a little rush. Did she just screw up?

His lips parted, and for a moment, Melissa wondered what they might taste like, how they might feel against hers... she'd yet to ever touch a demon, to feel them against her... but it wasn't worth the risk. Especially not here.

Though she had leaned forward a little, her hands almost resting on the edge of the salted circle.

“No," Cairn said, his tone shifting slightly. His coils finally managed to find proper purchase, curling and coiling downwards like a large dollop of soft-serve ice cream, and he was no longer stuck against the ceiling. Still rather close to it, but now able to move. He crossed his arms over his chest, puffing them out slightly, a haughty look on his face. “I am perfectly fine now. And after all, girl, while I'm here I'm sure there is something I could do for you."

His tongue flicked out and he sniffed, chuckling to himself. “It's all right to be aroused by me, by the way, mortal girl.. No shame in it."

“M-my name is Melissa. And you will not flirt with me." Melissa said. “Besides, I've teased demons far stronger than you."

Cairn let out a short, barking laugh. “That's what I like to hear. Most mortals are so boring. They just cower and stammer and piss themselves. And especially after all the effort to summon me, you'd think they'd try to hold themselves together. You, though... you've been around the block many a time, I can tell."

“You will cease talking," Melissa said. Those cadences of his voice made her shiver slightly. It was as though his very words were being whispered into her ear, echoing through her mind as though her skull were a cathedral. It was... nngh. She avoided touching herself, just for the time being.

“Mh." Cairn chuckled, leaning in closer, as far as the barrier would let him. “You're in the mood for something from me, aren't you. Melissa, was it, girl?"

“Yes. You will obey me," Melissa said. “I want something from you."

“Ah, yes, now you've figured out what you really want." he reclined back again, one hand sliding along his muscular chest and abs. Drawing her gaze to his body that glistened as though it were coated in oil. “Good, let's hear it then."

“You will... talk dirty to me while I masturbate." she hadn't done this in a while. Fuck it, why not? He was by far the most stunning creature she'd ever laid eyes on, might as well enjoy him while he was here.

“Hm." Cairn nodded, his lips pursed. “A very enjoyable request. And what will I get in return?"

Her hand was already down her pants, she could feel this warmth, this itch that desperately needed to be settled. She looked up at him, into his eyes. Searching them for an answer, searching through the oranges and yellows of his sun-like orbs. What would he enjoy? The words spilled out of her mouth.

“Your freedom from this circle."

“Oh, really?" Cairn seemed surprised, but she couldn't be too sure if he was feigning it or not. “That would be quite a kindness, mortal. Not to mention a risssk."

Melissa gasped a little, that sibilance making her back arch as she sat back. Careful to let her feet rest inside the line. If she broke the circle, she would free him. And she couldn't do that too soon. She needed to get her end of the bargain fulfilled first. She needed to get off.

“So..." she said. “If you were free of that prison, what would you do with me?"

Cairn licked his lips, his tongue tracing a slow circle all the way around. They glistened. Melissa shivered.

“I don't think I need to say it," he said. His yellow eyes peering into hers. Those slitted pupils subtly shifting as his gaze moved from her right eye, to her left, back again. His eyes glistened and throbbed in the dim light, their orange - yellow? Orange pulse making her lean in to get a closer look.

“You will say what is on your mind," Melissa commanded. Trying to keep focused on him. She wanted to look at his body, watching how it slowly, subtly undulated, but she felt it rude not to look him in the eyes. Yellow Orange Yellow Orange. So she kept looking.

“Why this farce?" Cairn asked. “I think-"

“You WILL obey me," Melissa ordered, more than a hint of frustration in her voice now. “Tell me about your coils, tell me about your lips. I can't feel them on my body, so this is the next best thing. Now d-do as I say... please."

Cairn grinned widely. His orange eyes flashing back to yellow. To orange. Then they remained that color as he spoke.

“But, come now. You're a talented young summoner. You can surely handle me in the flesh. All you need to do is break that circle."

He motioned down, and Melissa looked to see her right foot precariously close to the circle of salt. It was so close. All she had to do was push her foot forward and break it, and then...

“And then you can taste me," Cairn said. “You're not like most mortals. You're different. More intelligent. Far more clever. Far more discerning. You can handle me..."

“I can handle you," Melissa repeated, her speech slurred subtly. Her toes moved towards the edge of the circle, feeling the warmth given off by the glowing crystals... she rubbed at her slit, letting a finger slip in, and sighed, shaking her head.

“Good work trying to manipulate me," she said. “You're good. You almost had me, but you can't take my will while I'm protected like this."

“Can't I? You've come this close already just from my words. Who's to say I can't make you go a bit further?"

Melissa looked up to Cairn again, to silence him. But her words were silenced in her throat as she stared up. The two black pupils dilated into perfect circles, deep black opals... then shrank into thin lines. His yellow - orange - yellow - orange - no, both... pretty eyes... stared into hers. Now she could see what was going on with them. Ripples, thick fat rings of color. The two colors rippling and alternating, sending a pleasant, tingling warmth through her body. Like one of those optical illusions she sometimes stared at when she was a bored teenager looking for an easy high. But this... was giving her an incredible sensation. this felt real, this felt powerful, and she couldn't look away. Her jaw hung open as she forgot what she was about to say, and she found her mind switching off, her body going slack...

“Well, it seems that works." Cairn crooned, swaying gently from side to side. “Good. I suppose you must have wanted something like this sssubconsciously. Ssssomewhere deep in that mind of yours, little girl, you wanted me to take your mind and body."

He pressed his hands to the ceiling, using them to brace himself as he undulated, curled his body around and around in a serpentine dance. “You wanted me to give you pleasure. And pleasure I will give you."

“Pleasure...?" Melissa moaned. She was too far gone already. She hadn't noticed all the ground work and foundations that Cairn had laid in her mind. Those subtle flashes, those subtle words, all served to weaken her and warm her up for this hypnotic onslaught. It pierced right through all her defenses, made her so deliciously, deliriously weak.

“Yes. Pleasure." Cairn nodded slowly, tilting his head back and licking his lips again. “And all you need to do to get that pleasure is one little thing."

“One... thing..." she repeated.

“Just move your foot forward for me, if you would."

“Yes..."

She moved her foot forward, felt something grainy against them. There was a fizzle, a crack. All the lights in the room were extinguished in an instant. It would have been pitch darkness if not for the ethereal golden glow coming off the naga's body as all at once, he spilled free from his invisible prison, his thick coils filling the room. The muscular, glistening coils sought out as much space as they could, very quickly creating a new circle around the prone, mesmerized girl. She lost sight of his eyes, and simply stared into space woozily, the fog of the trance still persisting.

“That's more like it!" Cairn stretched and groaned with delight tilting his head to the side to loosen up his aching neck. To his delight, the hypnotized woman tilted her head just the same. “Oh, adorable."

“Mmmuh?" Melissa moaned softly, confused and befuddled by the pretty sight. As Cairn glided close to her, she felt the warmth of those eyes bathe her face, sending tingles through her mind and body. The scent of his body reached her nostrils and she felt her insides turn to jelly, her whole body quivering with lust that she couldn't even imagine hiding any more.

And those eyes drew her deeper, ever deeper. He reached a hand out to caress her face, his long nails dimpling her soft, freckled flesh. She was magnetized to that touch, pressing her face into that large hand and nuzzling it. Feeling the nails slide along her throat, stroking it gently.

“Poor, poor little girl."

“Muh-Melissa..."

“Yes, yes, I know. You couldn't have known. You thought you'd summoned a demon, didn't you? It's a common mistake. The sigil would only be a giveaway to someone with decades of practice. Demigods are a whole different story, my dear."

His fingers slid along her lips and she mewled softly. His free hand hooked into her turtleneck and, with razor sharp precision, made a long cut all the way down the middle. So all she had to do was shrug and the garment fell away. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her skin was freckled and soft. As she was still slightly hunched on the floor, her legs outstretched, her stomach was sticking out just a little. For a brief moment, a part of her mind whimpered with embarrassment and self consciousness.

“Gorgeous," Cairn purred, and the thought was gone, melted away with the rest of her worries. Sinking deep into those eyes. She felt that hand cup her jaw, rub her cheeks, pulling her gently up. Something smooth draped over her outstretched legs, then coiled up her now bare torso. Slow, strangely gentle, kneading into every inch of her as it wound its way up her body. Binding her arms to her sides, not that she was using them anyway. Curling gently between the cleft of her breasts, the tip of his tail tickling her nipples as it went. She gasped softly at that, but otherwise didn't make a sound. Simply following the very subtle swaying and rotation of Cairn's head as his eyes pulsed and ebbed.

“You feel this power?" Cairn's voice was so soft as to be a whisper, every little consonant like a crisp little crackle of flame, every vowel deep and sonorous and delicious. “This bliss? This is what true worship feels like. You've never known what it's like to worship a deity. I mean, really worship. Abstract ideas, abstract beings, they're so hard to devote yourself to, aren't they, girl?"

Melissa nodded, because He nodded. She felt His tail curl very gently around her throat.

“But now... you have a face to put to your devotion. You have Me. You have my eyes, and my body, and my voice, and my coilsss." The eyes seemed to grow larger the longer she stared. The rest of the room, the rest of the building, the rest of her world all evaporated into black smoke. She couldn't even feel the floor under her, the coils had lifted her up into a warm, constantly moving bed. Closer to those eyes. Closer to Him.

“You..." Melissa moaned, some part of her vaguely recalling something. A tone of voice she was meant to use. Something she should not do. Something on a sheet of paper. Something she was supposed to say to Him. But the oranges and yellows made it so hard to focus, made everything blurry, warm, like treacle. She kept trying to form the words, but only kept croaking incoherent words.

“Hush, Girl." Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

Girl felt the tail squeeze a little tighter, and she gulped. Everything went yellow orange yellow orange yellow orange yellow orange...

Girl felt sleepy.

Girl felt warm.

Girl felt vague....

“Don't look away," He said. Girl stared deeper into His eyes. His pupils grew larger once again. Girl had lost sight of them in the ripples of His eyes. She hadn't felt grounded, as though His coils were the only thing keeping her from floating away into nothingness. Only He surrounded her. protected her. Kept her anchored with His eyes. “Stay with Me. You are safe with Me, Girl."

“Yes..." Girl murmured.

“Whatever happens..." His voice seemed to grow louder. “Do not look away unless I tell you. Don't be afraid, Girl."

His presence seemed to expand. In fact, he was. Those impossibly long coils grew longer and thicker around her, unwrapping from her helpless soft body, cushioning Girl as she reclined back. Girl stared into His eyes, her gaze lazily sliding from one, to the other. Watching His gorgeous features grow larger and larger, until the glow from His eyes was bathing her whole body in its warmth. His warmth.

The warmth of those eyes passed through her with each ripple. The orange rings made her warm, so deliciously warm. Her thighs burned, her sweatpants clinging to her body. Girl had been sweating, full of exertion, full of lust, for some time. And the orange brought it out.

The yellow, meanwhile, tickled her eyes, her mind, her spine, little starbursts tingling down to her fingers, her toes, her nipples. They made her smile. They kept her smiling, gently, even as her body felt so heavy, splayed in His coils. One long claw, now massive, slid along her body, leaving a long incision down her pants. Removing them easily. As she squirmed, she felt His other hand's palm slide underneath her. Too relaxed to even lift her head, Girl simply laid in the palm of His hand like a ragdoll, hair splayed out, legs dangling off the sides of His palm.

The index finger of His other hand moved to her lips, very gently slipping inside. A gift that girl gladly accepted, suckling, turning her head to get more of His flavor. He tasted of every delicious thing she'd ever wanted and denied herself. She moaned with gratitude. As it slipped out of her mouth, it made a brief stop, pressing down on her throat. Pressing her into his palm. Very briefly stifling the flow of oxygen, so only a soft, strained gasp came out.

“Does that terrify you, Girl?" He asked. “Or does it excite you?"

She couldn't respond, those eyes, that finger keeping her from responding. But she didn't thrash or resist. That told Him everything He needed to know. And He smiled with delight, gratitude.

“Good, girl." His voice boomed through her mind, making her whole body tighten with intense desire. Her toes curled, her fingers grasped at his impossibly soft palm.. His face moved closer to her, His head bigger than Girl's whole body. His big pink maw opened wide. Girl could feel the warmth emanate off it, gazing into the glistening maw. Marveling at how soft, how warm, how strangely safe it looked. Noticing the bright gold beads pierced into both forks of his tongue. She didn't feel anything but longing.

She was not afraid. Why would she be? The orange and yellow still floated through her mind, keeping her warm, and aroused, and relaxed.

He brought His hand closer to his open mouth, and exhaled. His steamy hot breath caressed her, as though a dozen lovers were kissing her at once. Everywhere. On her chest, on her neck, on her breasts, on the soles of her feet. Then she felt his tongue. Long, thick, wet, delectable. Licking her body clean of the tang of her sweat, her fear, and her arousal. As that tongue curled around her thigh, slid up her back, pressed at the cleft of her rump, she heard Him moan with delight too, more of that hot breath anointing her. The wet warmth curled around her neck, And one tip of His serpentine tongue slipped into her mouth, the piercing helping force her mouth open a little wider. The taste of His tongue far surpassed the taste of His finger, and she gasped with ecstasy. Her whole body burned with pleasure and bliss, her legs squeezing against His appendage. The tongue squeezed her neck, and she felt so wonderfully faint. It was so hard to breathe. So hard to think. She clung to His tongue with need, feeling another burst of His breath enfold her. Girl never wanted to let go, she never would let go -

But He did. It slipped free of her lips and slid back away. She would have protested, but Girl found herself staring into one of His massive eyes, and the protest was gone.

His tongue tip made another brief stop between her legs. His free hand's finger lifted her legs up, allowing His tongue access to her slit and her...

Girl mewled with delight, that warm delicious sensation filling her, massaging her, teasing her. Neither tongue tip quite slipped in inside; they swirled and prodded at her slit and her pucker, pressing into them. Just enough to tantalize and tease her. Girl felt herself start to really relax, to welcome it in, she could feel those piercings press to them, her hips rolling… and then, the tongue tips retreated into his mouth. She whimpered with intense need, writhing from the absence of that pleasure she was so close to having...

“That's enough of that," Cairn said. “I can't jussst pleasure you after all, Girl. You could return the favor..."

“Return..." she repeated, not quite comprehending what she was saying. She felt the palm she rested in tilt, felt her body shift and slide down His dark, glistening forearm. She fell to one side without a sound, immediately caught by a length of His massive coils. Her arms and legs dangled off the sides, and she looked upwards into the darkness, still deeply mesmerized, her eyes rippling with the same rings of color He had used to bring her to this wonderful place.

Girl smiled, recalling how wonderful that sensation felt, before a new one assailed her. An olfactory sensation, to be precise. Something heady, pungent, powerful. It smelled like every man she'd ever lusted after or desired. It made the flames of lust inside her burn even brighter. She felt her lips salivate – both pairs of lips, in fact. She writhed, her limp hands moving to her breasts, to her sides, desperately trying to relieve some of this tension. Before she could bring her hands between her legs, she looked up to see His shaft. Engorged, glistening, the tip dribbling a large blob of pre-come as His hand pulled the foreskin back ever so slightly. She stared, open mouthed, gasping with delight as that droplet of pre landed right on her chest. She lathered it in her hands, spread it along her body so she would shine and glisten just like Him.

“That's good, Girl," He cooed. The cock lowered down, draping itself over her. She clung to it without hesitation, grasping it with her arms and legs, licking along the sensitive flesh, and hearing Him hiss with delight. He even sounded a little taken off guard, her tiny tongue causing Him a great deal more pleasure than He expected. Another throb, another gush of pre that landed just behind her head. She gasped louder, needily.

“You'd like this inside you, wouldn't you, Girl?" He said. Slowly grinding that cock against her body, back and forth, smothering her into the soft coil. “You'd love Me inside you."

“Yes..." she gasped, her hips rocking with him, her hands rubbing wherever they could find purchase.

“Yes, what, Girl?"

“Yes, please..." Girl said.

“Yes, please, what, Girl?"

“Yes, please, m-master..."

He pulled His shaft back slowly, dragging it along her body once again as her legs spread wide.

“Lift your legsss..." He said.

“W-will it fit?" Girl asked, nerves springing up inside her mesmerized mind.

“Of courssse it won't." He replied, pressing the tip of his shaft between her legs, and stroking it just a little, until she felt a warm flood of that pre spurt out, inside her… she relaxed, allowing it in, feeling that slick goo trickle into both her sex and her rump. Warm, pleasant, relaxing.

She blinked, feeling a strange rush, and looked up to see Him smiling down at her. All at once, He was back to His normal size, His shaft pressing to her nether lips. He smiled, His eyes swirled, and she smiled with him.

“Now then," He cooed, His hands moving behind her back and lifting her up to kiss her. No more words. She spread her legs wide, and His member slid into her, so easily, so naturally. She broke the kiss and cried out with bliss, her toes curling, her fingers digging into His shoulder blades. His tail snaked up behind her and slipped into her mouth, stifling those moans. His breaths were labored, heady, as He continued to thrust.

“This… is what you wanted," He whispered into her ear as she drooled onto His tail. “This is what We wanted. This b-bliss… I haven't tasted a mortal like you in quite sssome time, fed off their lussst… let them feed off Me. You're not like most mortals, as I told you, Girl. you're far more delectable..."

His tongue slid along her face and He felt her walls tighten around His member, almost sending Him over the edge... With a growl, He could feel His second shaft revealing itself, pressing to her taint. She was still full of His pre, still full of His gift. And she welcomed this second gift into her with ease. Something she never would have thought herself capable of doing if she was in anyone else was attempting it. Then again, she wasn't thinking at all, so that was a moot point.

All that mattered was the pleasure of His second shaft filling her. Her legs were held up by His coils, bringing her feet to each of His shoulders. Girl giggled when she felt His tongue anoint them, slithering along the toes, along the soles, as He drank her up, tasted her with a delighted gasp. Settling into a rhythm, He thrust into her, pulled out, then pushed in once more, her rump rippling with each wet slap, her whole body quivering with ecstasy. The darkness closing in on her further, her mind, her soul floating in an orange and yellow soup. Unable to form words, to do anything but moan and mewl and crave her new god's warmth, His blessing…

“You're close to coming for Me," He gasped, thrusting faster. “You've been close for a while. But you'll wait till after I have finished. You'll wait for Me. It'sss only polite..."

“Yess.." Girl managed to croak, the only word she could possibly form. The only thought on her mind at all. The thought that came into her head when she thought of His voice, His eyes, His body… that one simple word, that expression of joy, of bliss…

His thrusts grew faster. The tremors inside Girl grew more powerful, her whole body melting in the shifting mass of darkness. Curling around her neck, her wrists, her torso, squeezing her so tightly and holding her in place. Ceasing her struggles so He could properly thrust into her, braced in those muscular tendrils, helpless, mindless.

And then she felt the pulse. The twin pulses of His cocks throbbing inside her. The warmth, the gush, the flow of His come filling her to the brim, pushing deeper, pooling inside her. Girl could almost picture it in her otherwise empty mind. His golden essence. Pushing in deeper. Ebbing and absorbing into her. Nourishing her soul with a new, wonderful purpose.

She barely even noticed her own climax, that mind-blowing tingle dwarfed by the euphoria of His gift inside her, His warmth. His love. Her eyes rolled up, her mouth hung open, her body arched and writhed in the coils…

His face came down to meet hers as He loomed over her. His eyes, yellow, deep, no longer hypnotic but still beautiful, gazed gently. He smiled. His lips tasted of honey, the texture of his piercings tickling smoothly against her.

And Melissa awoke once again, a loud gasp tearing itself from her throat, the surroundings of her darkened living room coming back into focus. It was as though she hadn't breathed at all, as though she'd come from an intense, incredible dream.

She knew straight away, of course, that it wasn't a dream. Because Cairn's tongue was still in her mouth. His dicks were still inside her. His coils were still wrapped around her. His hands stroking along her nude body. He pulled his hips back to pull out, and Melissa suddenly felt incredibly, deliriously dizzy. She felt the after effects of her orgasm rather keenly all of a sudden, pushing him back sluggishly – fuck, those little tongue piercings felt good against her tongue but she had to… had t…

“Ah." Cairn pulled free, satisfied, looking her dead in the eye. Melissa averted her gaze rather quickly. “Oh, no no, don't worry, I'm done playing with you," he chided, uncurling from her and slithering back to give her some space. “I hope you had fun, Girl."

Melissa felt a pleasant little tug to that pet name. “I did. You f-fulfilled your end of the bargain. And I fulfilled mine."

“That you did," Cairn chuckled, reclining back and palming his crotch. “As did I. You're a natural worshiper. It's little wonder you get on so well with demons..."

“I have released you from your bonds," Melissa slurred out, still sitting on the floor. Her legs were like jelly, she couldn't even think of standing, fuck, she'd never came anywhere near that hard in her life. Which made what she had to say next so unthinkable. “You are dismissed, Cairn."

Even as his body started to glimmer, the still-intact sigil behind him starting to tug at him, Cairn sighed. “Really? Do you want that, Girl?"

“My name is Melissa-"

“Melissa," Cairn said, at the same time as her. “Yes, I know. You had fun, didn't you? We had fun. Is this what you really desire?"

Melissa bit her lip. She couldn't give in. She couldn't admit how incredible that experience felt. She couldn't admit that she'd probably be chasing that euphoric high for the rest of her life. That she was feeling something intense, something powerful from Cairn. That she… wanted him, that she needed to stay around him. Whether that was due to his glamour or her own free will, she didn't know.

But she couldn't give in.

But was it giving in to admit it? To take the chance to get some real pleasure? Endless pleasure? Endless, never-ending bliss?

Cairn's whole body was beginning to vanish, starting to coalesce into smoke.

“Last chance, Melissa. Though you could summon me again, I suppose. Make sure the sigil's bigger next time-"

“Take me with you." Melissa managed to get to her feet, feeling the warmth of his come drip down her legs as they quivered. She pushed a bang of hair.

“Are you absolutely sure, Melissa?" Cairn asked, leaning in closer, his eyes still glowing as the rest of his body was pure black smoke.

“More than anything else." Melissa said. “Take me with you. ...Please."

She hurried closer, and threw her arms around the mass of smoke. She felt it enfold her, a warm hug that was now quite familiar to her. Enfolded in those coils of pure energy, she felt Cairn's lips at her ear.

“Hold on tight, girl," Cairn hissed, his voice clear amidst the growing roar of the burning sigil. “And close your eyes. It's a bumpy ride… but you'll like where we're going."

Melissa squeezed her eyes shut, and held on tight as the roar, the light, the rush of smoke blotted out everything.

And then… bliss.

The door was smashed open. The deputy and the landlady peered inside, into the darkness.

“Looks pretty deserted to me, Ma'am," the deputy said.

“Melissa?" the landlady barged in. “You get out here right now, you're evicted!"

There was no sound, no sign of her at all. All the fat old woman found was some discarded clothes, some old books, and a strange old mark in the floor. Like that rich bitch had made a fire in the place or something.

“I swear. She's probably moved in with some boyfriend or something. Not my problem." She turned to the deputy, picking up an old, smelly book off the floor.“Help me clear this crap out."

She didn't even take a look at the book, throwing it straight into a black garbage bag. She had other things on her mind, like renting this room out again, getting things back into business. Melissa could be dead for all she cared.