The Price of Carelessness
An amateur occultist summons a goat demon and immediately regrets it.
>you've checked and double checked the sigils carved in chalk on the floor
>ensured that all windows, mirrors or other reflective objects are covered or removed from the room
>and burned the votive offerings
>all according to the texts of the grimoire
>you'd found the thing in a discounted lot at a local estate auction
>several minor rituals later, your initial skepticism had now vanished
>spirits, demons, ghosts
>they were real
>and the ritual you were currently preparing would let you bind one to your service
>the preparatory rituals had summoned balls of light or whispering clouds of smoke
>you'd successfully managed to keep them contained within the chalk circles
>now you were ready to get what you really wanted
>a demon
>Sethas, the silken shadow
>that was what the grimoire said was the demon's true name
>using that name in the rite would allow you to control it
>you begin the chants
>exulting praise for the abyss and the darkest corners of hell
>pressure begins to build, the air in the room becoming thick and heavy
>you see the watch candles begin to burn like phosphor torches, hours of wax wicking away in seconds
>crucially, each of them was burning at the same rate
>this meant the wards were working, distributing the otherworldly power evenly across the sigils you'd laid
>safety was your primary concern, after all
>these creatures would use any lapse, any chink in your armour to ensnare you
>you had made sure to study all the protective wards and occult mechanisms within the old, leather bound book
>As you continued to chant, you began to call out to your target
>flattery worked well on these capricious creatures
>Oh Sethas, mother of all darkness
>Oh Sethas, who ensorcels the nations
>Oh Sethas, eater of the souls of men
>I call on you
>I supplicate before you
>it was bait, of course
>the compliments and promise of worship would attract the envious eye of the demon, who would come looking for another foolish soul to claim
>only to become snared in the trap you'd laid
>once trapped, you would bargain with it
>extract a price for its freedom
>you could think of several things you'd want
>the location of more tomes of power, for one
>plus, on a more base level, money always helped
>the location and security codes for the local bank's gold safe would do nicely
>Suddenly, you are broken from your dreams of wealth and power by a sudden rise in temperature
>the room feels like the inside of an oven
>gasping, you keep up your chants, now switching to the binding calls
>to bring and hold your soon-to-be servant in the material world
>the chalk sigils and circles begin to glow, almost too bright to look upon
>then she appears
>the innermost circle melts and runs like water as a tall, horned figure pulls itself up from the burning hole
>you cease your chanting as you take in the monstrous creature
>Sethas straightens herself, her thick black fur lit by the glowing chalk and flickering candles
>she is a bipedal she-goat, an ample, feminine body supported on a pair of thick powerful legs, each ending in a cloven hoof that smoked and sizzled the earth it stood on
>her impressive, curling horns are shod in gleaming gold and gold chains dangle from them
>a pair of hefty breasts hang from her torso, while her abdomen is a interlocking mass of rippling muscle
>she gazes upon you with oval, goatish eyes, smouldering with golden light
>"Well... Aren't you brave..."
>Her voice is like molten gold, full of seductive power and venom
>she smiles, her snout splitting open to reveal rows of needle like teeth
>a thick black tongue lolls out, golden piercings studding its length
>"You dare try and trap me? Mortal wretch. I will come over there and-"
>the runes and sigils of the outer wards flash like camera flares as the demon attempts to leave the circle
>the demon is hurled backwards, snarling and cursing in an ancient tongue
>"Do not test me, demon. I have you bound. I will only release you from your bindings once I have extracted my rightful price from you."
>the beast giggles
>"Oh? A rightful price? Very well, what is it you desire? Knowledge? Power? Or something more?"
>with this, the writhing prehensile tongue slithers from her mouth, more and more uncoiling
>it wraps around her breasts, squeezing them, moans escaping the demon's maw as she tweaks a nipple with the forked end of her tongue
>dribbles of black drool patter onto the floor beneath her hooves
>still further the tongue coils, until it presses between her legs
>you force yourself to look away
>this thing would try anything to get you under its spell
>she chuckles as you bring your gaze back to her evil eyes
>"I want the safe codes to the Ernst and Gerber Bank a mile to the south. And I want to know where I can find more grimoires. You will do this or I will hold you here as my prisoner, foul thing."
>Sethas rolls her eyes, amused
>"Gold? Really, anon? Money and dusty old tomes?"
>you flinch
>you hadn't told her your name
>Sethas grins even wider, her face almost splitting to reveal yet more teeth in that maw of hers
>"Surprised? Knowledge is my domain, after all. Your name was trivial to discover," she sighs, "as were the codes to the safes in that bank. So parochial."
>"Good, relay them so I can write them down." You feel relieved. You would get what you needed and release this creature as soon as possible.
>Something didn't feel quite right.
>"Of course. There's just one thing, first."
>you frown
>"What?"
>"That sigil, at the base of your outer hexagram. It's reversed."
>your eyes dart to the runic mark, blood running cold before you meet her gaze with a scowl
>"Don't try and trick me, demon. That ward is functioning. It is exactly as was written in the tome."
>"I know. I wrote it there," she says calmly.
>the oppressive heat in the room begins to increase
>oh no
>"I wrote it there to trick any wretch who tried to summon me for such pointless trinkets as some bars of gold and books written by old perverts."
>you swallow. Sweat runs down your face. The room feels like a sauna
>"I-I release you! Begone, you are banished!"
>Sethas laughs, her head thrown back, her teeth bared
>"You utter fool. You have no power over me. Come. Come into the circle. I am going to devour you."
>to your horror, your body begins to comply with her instructions. It feels like her voice is speaking right inside your head.
>you take a step towards her
>"The only protection you have is this physical barrier. Once those trudging feet of yours break the circle, you will be mine, in body and soul. How does that feel?"
>you struggle against your traitorous body, gasping and hyperventilating
>"oh god, oh god help! Please no!"
>"you forfeited his protection the moment you uttered my name, little man. You are damned."
>"No! NO!"
>involuntarily, your feet breach the circle
>the chalk lines break, and their glow falters, dimming to nothing
>the candles snuff out
>you are in the dark, the only light being the infernal glow of the demon's eyes
>"Kneel."
>the voice is like a hammer blow, driving you to your knees
>"Beg me for your life. It amuses me."
>you stammer, hyperventilating
>"Oh Sethas, Oh great mistress please! I'll do anything!"
>"Anything? Then kiss me."
>her form lit by the baleful glow of her pupils, she leans in, her almost painfully hot breath washing over your face
>desparately, you purse your lips, surrendering yourself to a kiss
>her lips meet yours, the touch electrifying, your body reacting in painful ecstasy
>tears are running down your face
>then her tongue forces its way into your mouth
>wriggling like a serpent, the thick, muscular organ dominates your mouth, before pressing onwards
>your eyes widen as the tongue forces its way into your throat
>you can't breathe
>you try and get away, but the demon pulls you in close with her mighty arms, claws digging in to your shoulders with enough force to draw blood, while her massive breasts press against your torso
>you try and scream
>but you can't
>more and more of her tongue forces its way past your lips and down your throat
>you writhe in agony
>her claws tear your clothes off like paper
>to your shame, you have the hardest erection of your life
>suddenly, the tongue stops
>then, it begins to twist around something
>you realise that you are being violated in more ways than the merely physical
>you feel her tugging on something
>you nearly faint
>then she does it again
>she's got ahold of something very important
>you try and push her off you, bite down on her tongue, anything
>you can't
>then, with one final tug
>something gives
>the tongue begins to retract, pulling it's prize up from deep within you
>you gag as you feel like your whole body is being unmade
>then it's out
>you drop to your knees, vomiting up black slime, then look up
>there's a small, shapeless thing entwined in Sethas' fat tongue
>it glows with a soft light
>just by instinct
>you know
>"It's your soul. Pretty thing, isn't it?"
>you sit in abject horror as she takes it into one hand, letting her tongue return to her maw
>"Watch this."
>She leans in, her lips pursing
>and kisses it
>you collapse onto the floor, screaming, as the most powerful orgasm of your life shoots through your body
>you feel like she's kissing your whole body, your whole being
>your cock tenses painfully, shooting out hot spatters of cum across the floor in throbbing pulses
>you nearly pass out as Sethas giggles at you
>"Mm," she licks her lips. "Tasty. I'm going to eat it, anon."
>"I'm going to eat you whole."
>you whimper out useless pleas as she takes your soul between thumb and forefinger, and raises it above her gaping maw
>then she lets go
>her tongue lashes out like a viper, grabbing your life force and constricting it
>pulling it into her mouth
>her head leaned back, she waits a moment, an eye locked on you in amusement
>then swallows
>another orgasm tears itself out from you, girlish moans escaping your lips as another half dozen ropes of cum shoot across the floor
>you feel like you are being violated and caressed across every inch of you
>you weep in terror and shake
>suddenly though, you are in her arms
>your head pressed between her perfect breasts
>a claw strokes your hair
>"Feel it? You taste delicious, little mortal. You are the best meal I've had in a very long time."
>"A-am I going to die?"
>"You're already dead," she chuckles darkly. "You continue to exist entirely at my whim. You're nothing more than a pet, anon."
>you can feel your soul dimming as more and more licks and prods and bites devour more and more of you from within
>"Don't worry. You are an amusing thing. I'll keep you around a while yet. It's been too long since I had a bed mate. You'll do nicely."
>with that, she clicks her fingers, and a golden chain shoots up from the floor to wrap around your neck.
>"Come then. I grow bored of this mortal plain."
>Sethas, your eternal master, devourer of your soul, grins as she drags you back with her to hell