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"You ever messed around with demons?

I looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow, did he just say what I think he did?

"What?"

He finished his turn and set down his cards before replying, "Demons. Like, occult books and shit. You ever read any?" As soon as he said that, memories started coming back to me. Ten-year-old me ravenously flipping through rpg rulebooks and fantasy novels, images of large, bulky creatures with horns, hooves, and god knows what else. Then again, Zack didn't know about that, and I sure as hell wasn't going to admit to that.

"Ehhh, no?" I muttered, "Do you mean those real thick ones by, I dunno, Socrates or something?"

If I wasn't taken off guard by the question, I might have noticed him giving me the stink eye for a moment, but he hid it pretty well.

"No. . . Socrates didn't even write. But anyway," Zack began, "I got ahold of a couple. Thought you might wanna take a look together?"

I thought about it for a moment before responding, "Do we have to do it now though? It's still your turn dude."

He glanced down at the cards for a moment before responding, "Come on dude, it'll be fuuun."

"Suppose it can't hurt. . ." I sighed. "Uh, what's it like?"

With a glint in his eye, he reached back for his bag and set it in front of him. Card game immediately forgotten, he began rifling through the contents before pulling out a large, ornately decorated book. When I caught a glimpse of the cover: *Basic Demonology: Categorization and- I groaned loudly, "Ugh. Look man, I know you're interested in this kind of stuff, but I really don't–"

"Aw, just take a look!" he retorted, "I promise, it's really cool!"

Before I could say anything, I heard a rumbling from his pocket. He pulled out his phone, checking it for a only a moment before bolting upward. "Ah shit! I forgot how late it was!" He started collecting up his stuff before rather insistently pushing the book into my hands. "Look, just take a peek, okay? I promise it's not a slog or anything, trust meee."

"Wait, can't you–" I struggled to sputter out a reply, but he was already halfway out the door by the time I had realized what was happening.

"Catch you later bro, good night!" And with his characteristic slam of the front door, he was gone.

"The fuck?" I muttered. Zach has always been a little strange, but with how quickly he pawned this book off on me, he had quickly set a new record. I thought about honoring his request, flipping through the pages a little bit, but I also didn't want to spend the rest of my day navigating a book that *clearly* had more pages than sense. I finally decided to set it on the dining table before heading over to my room; surely I could amuse myself some other way.

But as the hours passed, the book nagged at me. I really didn't want to deal with it, but at the same time, Zach did ask me to take a look before I left. What if he asked and I couldn't tell him anything about it? Knowing him, he'd probably ask something specific so that I couldn't bullshit my way past the question, and then he would be disappointed and–

Fuck it. I checked the clock: 10:17 PM. I supposed there was enough time to read a chapter or two, so I made my way toward the kitchen. Just as I left it, there was the book. I grabbed it, struggling a bit under the weight, and scampered back to my room.

"Alright, let's see here. . ." I opened it up. The pages rustled and crinkled as I stretched my hand over the surface. It sounded like the old parchment paper you see in dusty old libraries, but they looked as if they were just made yesterday. How recent a copy did Zach get?

Looking further, the table of contents stretched for almost 3 pages. Most of the titles were difficult to understand, but a few did jump out at me. Notably, Chapter 9: Demonic Depictions. I'm guessing it's a list of pictures of different ones, so as good a place to start as any. After I finally found the right page, I was greeted by a pair of intricate drawings. The one on the left was of some kind of crocodile-like creature, but the anatomy wasn't quite right; horns in odd places, more developed front legs, blueish scales. It was bizarre, but also interesting. I kept flipping through, passing creatures of all shapes, colors, and sizes; some more humanoid and others more animalistic.

But, as I arrived at a particular page, I felt the urge to stop. I stared, I looked at the label: Stygian Imp. It was a strange creature, something like a person but very slim. It had a pointed tail and small, curled horns on the top of its head. It was muscular, lean muscle, but still toned–and even somewhat intimidating. Out of curiosity, I read further. *Mischevious, but relatively controllable. Summoning simply requires the standard four-point ritual circle, and a class III Christian relic annointed in style B. For most success, choose a reading from the book of Psalms–or for a more adventurous touch–Exodus* I sighed. Apparently I was going to have my work cut out for me.

After about an hour of consulting the book, reading about how the ritual circle works, and finding the materials, I had just about finished what I needed. Admittedly, the standard ritual requires blood, but I'm a bit squeamish with needles, so I used a dab of red paint I had in storage. And, for the record, I am just going to cross my fingers and pray that my old rosary counts as a 'relic'. Slowly, I sat down, opening up my bible as instructed. I had never enjoyed reading it that much, and the words tripped out of my mouth hesitantly. When I had spoken some ten verses, I began to think that nothing would happen. Then again, what did I expect out of a–

BOOM! Fire erupted out of the circle, climbing upward to the ceiling as the circle glowed white. Tendrils of flame licked at my clothes as I stumbled backward, equally transfixed and fucking terrified.

At last, the fire died–somehow not scorching anything–and a single figure remained in the middle of the circle. He looked remarkably like the image from the book: horns, tail, muscles. . . It had undoubtedly worked. Suddenly, its golden eyes flicked toward him, and a mischevious smile crept across its face.

"Well. . . it's been a while since I've been summoned like this," the creature giggled. "And you, you seem a novice!"

I was still somewhat frozen in shock, but I somehow found the energy to mumble out, "Uh. . . are you really. . .?"

A sinister glint flickered in its eyes, and I could feel it sizing me up. "Heh, yes. Specifically, I'm an imp. I don't suppose you knew that before doing this?"

I nodded slowly, but I honestly wasn't sure how to respond. Plus I hadn't yet figured out how to contain it–or, him–if he ever left the circle. As if he noticed my hesitation, he nudged the edge of the circle with foot, smearing the paint with his hoof.

He grinned. "You've never done a containment spell before, have you?" he remarked, before suddenly pouncing on me. He knocked the wind out of my chest and I fell downward. By the time I had noticed what was happening, he had straddled me, sitting upward as he looked down his pointed nose.

"Well, well," he said. "Now that I get a closer look at you, maybe you wanted this for a different reason. . ." He ran his hands down my chest, over my stomach, and began prodding at my crotch. His hands were soft, agile, and I felt myself getting hard as he insistently pressed on. I could have even sworn that I saw his loincloth dampen slightly. . . "Heh, doesn't seem like you mind this at all," he teased. "Not much of a master are you? You seem more like someone eager to serve."

A blush crept over my face, but he caught my surprise again as I felt him unbutton my pants and yank down my boxers. Up sprang my cock, hard and twitching. I saw the imp's golden eyes widen in glee before beginning to play gently with my foreskin. I couldn't help but whine as my cock throbbed in the cool air. "Aw, eager one aren't you? I'm honestly surprised you're so hefty here, you're blessed, ya know that?

I started to say something, but my voice was quickly cut off as I felt him grab ahold of my balls. His fingers stroked along the back of my sack, tugging gently as he coaxed more whines from me.

"Not very careful, though. I've already got you by the balls haven't I?"

I swear, his teasing voice and soft hands were wrecking me. My cock throbbed wildly and a bead of precum shone at the tip.

"Uff, please. . ." I mumbled, not even sure what I was asking.

He chuckled, giving my balls a rough kiss before responding, "I think I'll have some fun with you. And maybe I'll drain these for you, huh, big boy?"

I might have been biased since he had his hands wrapped around my nuts, but I nodded eagerly.

With a snicker, he slowly undid his loincloth, revealing his own cock–hard and dripping precum. I was so transfixed that I hardly noticed he had leaned over, and I finally snapped out of it when he engulfed me–balls deep–into his throat.

I groaned loudly. It was warm, VERY warm, like I had stuck my dick in a sauna. But it wasn't uncomfortable; as his tongue wrapped around my shaft and slid across the surface of my skin, I felt the tingling of his fingers playing with my balls. He laughed, continuing to pleasure me as he teased my lack of stamina: "It hasn't even been 10 minutes and you're already whining for me. . . The other demons would have a field day with you~"

Then, there it was, the telltale feeling of pressure at the base of my cock. I wouldn't last much longer like this, and the little bastard knew it. But just before I could cum, he stopped, dragging his mouth off my cock and watching it throb pitifully in the cold air. I looked down, a stream of precum running down my shaft. The agony of denial coursing through me.

Just as I was about to protest, he climbed up on top of me, pushing me flat against the floor. I felt him lower his ass down, until the tip of my cock was just kissing his entrance. Despite any restraint I might have had, I whined at the contact. The warmth of his hole was tantalizing, and I throbbed painfully as he teased the head of my cock.

"Hey now, keep your eyes up here," he whispered. "I want to see your face when I ride you."

I could hardly believe what was happening. I had always thought of myself as fairly dominant. I was assertive enough to tell people that I was attracted to them, and I was willing to take charge. But I was like putty in the imp's hands, and I had barely been able to say anything without whimpering or moaning like a bitch.

With a smirk, he slid down, wrapping my cock in his warmth. I cried out, unable to hold back as I shot ropes of cum into the imp's rear. My hands tightened, grabbing onto his hand as my toes curled in pleasure. My eyes were shut tight, but i could feel him shudder as I unloaded deep inside him; he sighed hungrily before licking my face with his forked tongue.

"Such a good boy. . ." he said. "But I'll need you to bear with me a little. I still haven't cum after all." I looked in confusion for a moment before he began sliding back up.

"Wh- whoa, st- mmf!"

I couldn't form words properly. His hole hugged my overstimulated shaft, continuing to milk me even though I had unloaded so thoroughly just a moment before. He started riding, slamming down on my cock as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, our hands still clenched together as we revelled in the. . . debauchery of the moment.

Some minutes passed, and he finally started to flag. His cock was dripping wildly and his balls had tensed up, barely holding onto the load he had built up.

"Alright, big boy, I'm about there."

With a final slam downward, his cock throbbed, shooting his seed all across my chest as he cried out. Completely drained of energy, I couldn't hold back a second time as my cock shot a second load into the tight, warm hole that had so graciously robbed me of my first.

We sat there in the afterglow for a couple minutes, completely speechless as we both recovered from that wonderful bit of cardio. Slowly, he leaned forward, kissing me on the neck before whispering in my ear, "That was wonderful, heh. Unfortunately, I'll have to go soon. You fucked up the glyph a little bit and I'll have to be sent back sooner than the spell is made for."

I groaned–out of irritation this time. "I knew there was something wrong with that one, fuuuck."

He smirked, giggling as he teased me one last time: "It'll be alright, I trust you to cobble something together again. Just ask for my name next time you recite the prayer, it's Nymphos."

I gave a lazy glance his way before chuckling, "Hah, a fitting name."

He snickered again–I had grown attached to it–before seeming to. . . turn into a dark smoke. The smoke billowed up to the ceiling for a moment before disappearing, leaving me alone with my thoughts. . . and cum staining my chest and stomach. I sighed, what the fuck was I supposed to say to Zack about this?

Whatever, I'll come up with something.