Circle

You bring across a being from another place. You did make the bindings strong enough, didn't you?

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“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The voice coming from the smoke was many things. Shifting, changing in tone, in pitch. It was sensual. Easy to listen to. And most of all, it was powerful. You felt each word ring through you. “A tasty morsel, hmm?”

The smoke was clearing, revealing a face that was nearly human. Too symmetrical. Too beautiful. Too – too much. Those eyes glimmered like opals, reds, greens, and yellows against a background of inky blackness. And the colours were moving. “Oh yes, mortal. You’ll do nicely.”

The smoke continued to clear. Revealing the rest of the head, the shoulders, the torso. The being’s horns seemed to rip the air as turned their head, looking around. Their body was, like the face, perfect. Too perfect. They saw you staring, and laughed.

With a bust of energy, leathery wings unfolded from their back, and with a single beat, the rest of the smoke was gone. Long, toned legs, ending in feet that were unblemished, seeming to repel the dirt on your floor. They took a step forwards, still laughing.

“Why did you summon me, mortal? Were you lonely? Desperate for some company?” You were gazing into their eyes, which were flickering, dancing in a pattern that was so… so easy to look at. “Come on, mortal. Answer me. Entertain me. If you do well, maybe you can live.”

You struggled to get your brain into gear, but eventually found the words. “S- silence, demon. I have summoned you here, bound by my circle, so that you may grant me power.” Even you had to admit that that sounded a bit cliché. But rituals are rituals, you supposed.

The smile which had been playing across their lips vanished, their face looked confused, then scared, then angry. “And what right do you have, vermin, to command me?” Their eyes were locked onto yours, their voice was like a whip, an order to submit. But you tried to push it away.

“I-I-I have bound you, in my circle. If you want to leave, you will obey.” You said, sticking to your guns.

Their smile returned. They took a step forwards. Gently extending a hand. “I’ll obey, you say?” They cocked an eyebrow, eyes still focused on you.

Those colours were moving more now, becoming a vortex that was sucking at your mind. Sucking at your consciousness. “Silly mortal. I’m not made to obey. But you know who is?” Another step forward. The aura of your circle flared as their hand touched it.

You couldn’t speak. Those eyes, that voice. The aura of lust that they were projecting was making it impossible to even think. All you could do is let out a little squeak. “It’s easy, small minded creature. You are made to obey.” And then they took another step.

Your circle was broken like it was wet paper. They laughed again. “Silly, silly mortal. Didn’t think to work up to a big one, did you?” They were so close now. You could feel your mind being pulled down, down into obedience. And then came another sensation.

Their tail, snaking it’s way in between your legs. You let out a little gasp. “Oh, that’s right. I know how to make you feel good. So very good. All you have to do is submit. Let me feast on you. That’s not too much to ask, is it? When this feels so good?”

It was all so much. The pleasure was coming so fast. They laughed again. “I thought not, mortal. Come on, so close already. You were lonely, weren’t you? Well no more. Cum for me.” The orgasm ripped through you like a bullet. And with it, came everything else, pouring into them.