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“I don’t like it,” the taller figure said, crossing their arms and frowning. “It’s been hundreds of years since a circle like this has appeared.”

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The summoning spell felt as though she was being stretched out like taffy, pulled extremely fast through some unseeable nothingness, or if a very large distance was somehow compressed into a tiny space. There was darkness, a sense of rushing, and the uncomfortable impression that her body was being *poured* into a mould as she took physical form.

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“C’mon, I wanna gooo!” The shorter figure whined, bouncing with barely contained excitement. “I’ve never been to the Material Realm before!”

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She opened her eyes for the first time, eyelids fluttering as visual stimuli rushed into her brain. A brightly lit, out of focus blur assaulted her fresh senses, causing her to flinch. Gravity pulled at her flesh, causing her to stagger for a moment as she fought against the unfamiliar force. She blinked rapidly to clear her vision, her physical body quickly managing itself automatically as the vertigo faded.

The first thing that caught her attention was herself – the physical parameters the summoner had instructed her form take. She was shorter than an average adult, with toned limbs and lightly tanned skin. Her breasts were of average size – not to small, not too large – and pert and perky, as was her toned ass. Dark hair cascaded around her horns and down between her shoulderblades. Not all of the features had been specified by the spell, and the rest had taken shape from her own self-image. Overall, she was very pleased with her new body, particularly the sensation of mass, of taking up physical space. Her lungs expanded on instinct, drawing in real air through flared nostrils, and she could *feel* it roar inside, filling her lungs. Her lips parted as she exhaled a ragged breath for the first time, feeling the air pushing past her tongue and teeth. Proprioceptive senses called attention to the muscles flowing under her skin as her fingers twitched and her legs made subtle adjustments to keep her balance. Looking down at her body, it seemed the circle had also specified illusory garments to adorn her skin. The mirage clothing was opaque to the eye and moved with her body, but a close look revealed they shimmered and bled into fog at the edges. She ‘wore’ a white, collared button down shirt and a short tartan skirt. White thigh-high socks stretched up her legs, and her feet were covered in black loafers – though the illusion had problems where they intersected the floor, fuzzing as they tried to form underneath her bare feet but couldn’t. In short, her summoner had ‘dressed’ her in a schoolgirl uniform, the realisation of which brought her back to her purpose here. She smiled slyly, lifting her gaze to the man sitting crosslegged on the floor, hands on his knees as he looked up at her.

He was an adult male in a black shirt and jeans, somewhere between average and skinny create. He wasn’t yet middle aged, probably between thirty and forty, with light skin and dark hair that matched hers on his head and chin. He gazed calmly into her eyes from behind plain, black rimmed glasses for a moment before climbing to his feet, putting him a head taller than her.
Her eyes narrowed for a moment, assessing him. There was something off here; he wasn’t an old or unattractive man. Not that she was complaining about his looks, but there should be no reason he couldn’t discover a human lover. Why had he gone to the trouble of learning a dead, forbidden art to bring forth a supernatural partner?
Her eyes flicked around the room, finally seeing the space clearly. They stood in the middle of an apartment lounge, with large windows taking up most of one wall. The view overlooked city lights glittering under a dark sky. Unassuming charcoal furniture and sparse decorations had been pushed to the sides to make room for the summoning circle, which had been painted on a hide placed over the carpet and weighed down with several large crystals. The circle itself had been burnt out by the summoning and its ashen outline glowed dully in the evening light. It was slowly wisping away into smoke, though it would linger for several hours. The crystals had likewise been drained of power and colour, and would over the next couple of days crumble into salt.
Behind him she could see into an open plan kitchen, and over her shoulder was a plain wall with a single locked door. The wall opposite the window was decorated with posters, with an archway in the middle that lead to three closed doors facing each other. The posters were the most prominent decoration in the space, and depicted fictional figures from movies and games.

Though there was far less travel between the nether and material planes in recent centuries, demons were formed from and shaped by the thoughts and feelings of mortals in the Physical Realm, so she was able to grasp the meaning of the pop culture references. A pleased smile spread over her lips as she put the pieces together. *Aaah, a lonely nerd,* she wondered, looking back at the man. *Not enough self-confidence to meet a real woman, he’s somehow found a summoning spell so he can lose his virginity. I can work with that.*
She could feel a few wisps of lust emanating from him already, his gaze roaming over her body. She sucked in those few tendrils hungrily, noticing that the summoning had stripped her of her Eros reserves. There would be plenty of opportunity to feed that hunger soon, it seemed…
She slowly closed the short distance between them. Her eyes met his with a playful smile, carefully placing her feet to accentuate the sway of her hips.
*He’s summoned a lust demon, so he expects sexy, seductive. The summon’s made me shorter than him, so he either wants cuteness, or to feel more powerful. Being a nerd, he’s probably the meek type in real life, and wants to experience some power play. Act submissive and get his guard down, then hit him when he’s weak. Yeah, this is going to be* fun…

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“I know you haven’t, and that’s exactly the problem,” the more experienced companion explained. “Other circles may have appeared, but none with this level of detail.”
The summoning circle glowed gently, bathing the nether in a pale mauve glow. She gestured to the extra sigils decorating the ring, providing modifiers to the summoning spell. “Whoever this caster is, they have an uncommon level of knowledge in this day and age. They’ve specified what appearance the summoned should take, and they’ve even made it so that only a ‘virgin’ succubus can enter.”
Despite the younger succubus’ youthful appearance, she was of course experienced in carnal pleasures – ‘virgin’ in this case referred to demons that had never manifested in the Material Realm before. Once far less common, since the age of magic had faded there were many more Netherrealmers who had never held a physical body.

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Stopping just before him, she slid her hands up over his shirt and around his neck, coiling up into his hair. His warm hands wrapped around her waist, the illusion fuzzing where they touched. She couldn’t help but let out a real sigh of satisfaction at the sensation of his warm blooded flesh touching hers. There certainly was something to be said for inhabiting a physical form, as the friction of their bodies caused tingles of pleasure to shoot through her. The warmth of his flesh pressed against hers radiated comfort as she leant in to his touch.
“Hello, master,” she purred, playing into the role, her nipples beginning to harden as her heart raced with anticipation. “What would you have me do?”
He smiled before speaking, gazing over her face and taking in her features, especially the horns protruding from her scalp.
“Perhaps we should take it slow and start with a kiss?” He leaned in closer, closing his eyes as his lips parted.

She groaned lustily as their lips met, fingers tightening in his hair while their tongues played together. They traded breathy kisses back and forth, running their hands over each other’s bodies. She happily shuddered at the sensation of his fingers lightly stroking over her bare back, shocks of pleasure sparking through her skin from his touch, and she kissed him hungrily as she pressed her body against his, aching to feel more.
In return, he pulled her in tighter, his arms clutching her against his chest. His hands roamed over her skin, the illusory clothing fuzzing and re-forming as they passed. One arm wrapped around her torso and up to her shoulder, holding her in place as the other planted itself on her ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled her hips against his.
She shifted to put one of his legs between hers and pressed her wet mound against him, grinding her hips against his thigh. They finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and she tucked her dizzy head against his neck as she fought to catch her breath.
*Wow, having a body really does make things more intense… I can see how demons get addicted to this.* The sensations radiating from just having her sensitive lower lips pressed against his leg were very enjoyable. She was very much looking forward to the main course – and speaking of which…
Smirking at him, she pulled back a little, willing to see what he was packing. Her fingers wrapped around his belt buckle, noting the bulge in his pants with glee. She’d only just started undoing his belt however when he grasped her wrists, stilling her motion.
“Wait, not yet.” he said softly, and she looked up at him with confusion. She could feel a steady stream of lust washing off of him now, which she eagerly lapped up – careful not to drink too deeply, lest she accidentally extinguish his carnal thirst before she’d had the chance to enjoy herself.
Stepping around her, he took her by the hand and led her through the archway to the right hand door, behind which was a bedroom. It looked like everything was clean and tidy without even any clothing on the floor, suggesting either he was a neat freak or he’d specially cleaned for his summoned guest – a wondered that brought the succubus no small amount of amusement.

He lead her to the bed and sat her down, then took her by the shoulders and kissed her again as he lowered her onto the sheets. Pulling back, he ran his gaze over her prone body, tracing his fingers down her neck. He reached out to take hold of her shirt, but his fingers passed straight through the illusion. “Wait, how do I…?” he asked, confusion crossing his brow.
“Allow me,” she smirked, reaching down and miming undoing buttons one by one. The illusion moved with her will, producing a convincing if imperfect effect of slowly removing her shirt.
Leaning over her with one hand planted either side of her body, he watched appreciatively as she mimed pulling the shirt aside to expose her bare breasts. The illusion’s work done, she let it puff away into mist as he reached out and traced his fingers over her body. She groaned with pleasure as his fingers worked their way down from her collar, the sensation of electrical sparks rocketing delicious tingles across her chest as they circled around the base of her breast, slowly spiraling up around it before they paused just short of the peaked summit. She held her breath with anticipation, her heart thudding in her chest and her eyes fixed on his hand as it stilled, then slowly lowered itself down and drew the pad of his finger over her rock hard nipple. Her head tilted back as she groaned out loud, her back arching eagerly into his touch as his hand splayed and slid back down to encompass her breast. He leaned in to kiss her neck as his hand cupped her sensitive skin, a thumb slowly stroking back and forth over the soft peak, sending pleasure spiking up into her brain. Her thighs began to grind together lustily, hungry for attention.

His lips against her neck were warm and soft, eliciting murmurs of appreciation. One of her hands found its way around his head, caressing his hair as he kissed his way downward. One kiss on her clavicle, once on her pectorals, and then that moist tongue was being dragged up from the base of her breast to wrap its lips around the peak, sucking slightly as he flicked his tongue back and forth over his captive.
“O-oh, ohhh *yesss*,” she groaned aloud, her eyes screwed shut, pleasured agony wracking her features. She could practically feel his smile as he pulled back, firmly sucking on her teat until it popped from his mouth, causing her to gasp.
His mouth continued working its way down her body, alternating between his lips and tongue. Her modest chest heaved with heavy breaths as she lifted her head to watch him settle between her legs on the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs, parting them for better access to her wet pussy, and she dismissed the illusory skirt to watch as he smiled at her before lowering his face to her lips.
*Wait,* she wondered, *shouldn’t I be going down on him?* The situation felt odd, like he was trying to impress her. *Though, I’m not going to complain, he’s -ooOOhgod-*
Her head tipped back, train of wondered derailed as his tongue pressed between her sensitive lips, stroking up and down between them before leaning in to plant a kiss on her labia. She whimpered with pleasure as he alternated between the two, slowly working his way up to tease his tongue around her clit. She buried her fingers tightly in his hair as his hands wrapped around her body, holding her waist firmly while tongue lapped up and down her slit. Her body shuddered with need, feeling a tangle of pleasure pulsing in her body as his tongue teased back and forth over her sensitive clit. “Oh, *yes*,” she groaned, running her fingers through his hair.
He pulled one hand from her waist and began stroking her lower lips, the gentle touch a counterpoint to his tongue’s rough lapping. The other hand stretched up her body to grasp her breast, one finger circling her nipple as his tongue switched to circle her clit. His lower fingers, now wet with her excitement, spread her lips as he slowly drove them inside her, eliciting a fresh round of pleasured groans as they rubbed against her inner walls. They turned and twisted, curving up inside her body to seek out her g-spot.

Most incubi were too focused on their own organs for foreplay like this, so the gentle pleasure was a surprising treat from a man. She could feel a sensation slowly building up behind her clit, the promise of joy and release.
A loud groan escaped her lips, her brow furrowed as the waves of pleasure washed over her, threatening to overwhelm her.
She shuddered, her legs wrapping around his head as his hand around her breast slid down her body to rest over her pelvis. The two fingers inside picked up their pace as the outer hand gently pressed down, pushing her sensitive parts into greater contact with his fingers, causing an even stronger pulse of pleasure to rocket through her body. Her eyes and mouth popped open wide, a look of surprise on her face. Her back arched reflexively as all the muscles in her body tightened for a moment, a tingling sensation washing over her skin and spiking through her thighs.
She was almost lost in her own pleasure, but she could swear her overly-sensitive body felt him smile.
She was constantly moaning now, wails of pleasure as he picked up the pace. His tongue roughly lapped at her clit, and his hands sandwiched her g-spot to put greater pressure on her pleasure points.
She could feel the sensation inside building to a tipping point, the already intense tangle starting to throb and pulse deep inside her.
Her wailing increased in volume and pitch as her body reacted uncontrollably, muscles squeezing tight. This time it was more sustained, her thighs clamping around his head, her pussy clamping down on his fingers, and her fingers clawing into the sheets as she was pushed over the edge. The explosion of sensation overwhelmed her body, all her nerve endings feeling as if they were on fire or being electrocuted, all at once. She lost track of how long she came, his fingers and tongue still stroking as best they could inside her spasming body.

She collapsed, panting, her overstimulated nervous system unable to keep her tensed up even as pleasure still spiked through her lower body from her first physical orgasm, expertly teased from her body by skilled fingers and tongue.

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The younger figure rolled her eyes, tail flicking back and forth. “So he knows a bunch of things! He’s probably some crusty old summoner who’s spent his whole life researching stuff.” She smirked. “That means he’s an easy mark. I wanna suck his soul right outta his dick.” She put on a coquettish smile, but there was a predatory glint in her eye. “You said that humans hardly know about us any more, right? So once I escape, I can do whatever I want without getting banished~” Her body flushed with excitement at the wondered, and she slid her hands over her bare body – until she was interrupted by a slap up the back of her head.
“Not *all* humans have forgotten. And you *might* get banished, but you could also get *exorcised*, and that’ll be the end of you. The Material Realm is safer in the modern age, but it’s still dangerous for the unwary. *If* you manage to dispose of your summoner, you’ll have to be careful. Conserve your Eros, and avoid members of the clergy. Don’t call attention to yourself.”

Rubbing the back of her head, the younger succubus’ scowl turned into a hopeful plea. “’If?’ You mean you’re gonna let me go?!”

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It took a number of ragged breaths for her to become aware of her surroundings again, her vision recovering in time for him to lean over her, reaching down to turn her face to his as he kissed her. Her tongue eagerly tangled with his, her juices coating his chin and lips as they made out in her post-orgasm haze.
He suckled on her lip as he pulled away, a self-satisfied look on his face as he exposed her bare body to the cool night air. Her skin tingled, stiff nipples peaking her heaving chest as she watched him reach behind and pull the shirt off over his head.
While he wasn’t as immaculately sculpted as the incubi bodies she was used to, he wasn’t out of shape. She looked on with appreciation as he undid his belt, sliding his pants down slowly.
*He’s certainly knows what he’s doing,* she wondered. As a seductress, she could spot a certain level of performance in his movements, the way he held his body as he undressed to better show off his form. *And that tongue… Mmmhm. He’s had a lot more experience than I assumed. But then, why summon a succubus?* That wondered still niggled at her. And the specification for one that had never been to the Material Realm before… Perhaps he liked the way her fresh body reacted to his experience? It was true that, for a time, she would feel things more intensely than someone who had spent time with a physical form. Was that enough reason to summon her, though?

A tuft of close cropped pelvic hair heralded her delight, and she licked her lips in anticipation as he quickly pulled his pants down to reveal the tiniest penis she’d ever seen.
She managed to cover the laugh that reflexively barked from her mouth with a cough, covering her mouth in shock. Her wide eyes fixed on his erect penis as it all suddenly made sense. He noticed her staring, and climbed onto the bed with a pleased smile, maneuvering between her legs.
*Jeeze, poor guy! That’s gotta be barely, what, five or six inches? How’s he supposed to properly bottom out in a girl with that puny thing?*
But… wait, hadn’t she heard that human men were smaller than the incubi she knew? They’d laughed about their three foot cocks dwarfing human ones, so maybe this was ordinary for a guy?
Still, the shock had washed away the haze of pleasure clouding her mind, letting her think clearly again. Particularly since she wouldn’t be able to expect much from his mortal member compared to the otherwordly delights of the Nether, she could finally focus on getting some control over the situation as he took his shaft in hand and guided it toward her wet slit.
She’d let him lead so far, surrendering herself to his pleasure, but if she wanted to break free she’d have to *oh WOW-*
The feeling of his shaft enter her body for the first time crashed her train of wondered, her mouth forming an ‘o’ as she stared down at where their bodies connected.
She might have plenty of experience taking enormous, ribbed cocks, but this was a fresh new physical form that had never felt a penis press its cockhead between her lips and slowly penetrate her body. Her head flopped back onto the sheets as he began moving slowly in and out, his upright body grinding his stiff shaft up against her sensitive insides.
*Oh, no no no,* she wondered as a new sort of pleasure shuddered through her body in response to his rhythm. *I can not let myself lose control again. He’s – fuck -*
The shifting of his body distracted her as he leaned over to kiss her again, her body responding automatically and wrapping her lips around his.
She pressed her hands against his chest and gasped as he planted his hands over her shoulders and his hips ground down into her, stimulating her clit with each thrust.
*Oh, that’s not fair,* she wondered as bursts of ecstasy radiated from between her thighs. *I can not concentrate like this…*

After warming her up with a few minutes of clit-grinding thrusts, he sat upright again, spreading her legs wide. She panted with lust as he kept screwing her slowly, his erect cock curving up and grinding against her g-spot as he licked his thumb with a self-satisfied smirk. She watched transfixed as his hand lowered down to her pussy and slid between her lips to attack her clit directly. The feeling crackled through her body like lightning, arcing and electrifying her senses as she shuddered with pleasure. That tangle of sensation was already building deep inside her again, and the way he teased her clit in motion with his thrusts was gonna make her explode again very soon.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the sensations, her breathing becoming ragged and irregular as she felt the pleasure mounting. He might not have been as big as she’d known, but their bodies grinding against each other felt just as good. The way he worked his hips and hands were worth far more than length and girth, and her hands tightened in the sheets again as she felt him slip out for a moment, before –

Wait. Why wasn’t he putting it back in?
Her eyes popped open to discover him grinning down at her, his fully erect member throbbing in the air between them.
“W-what?” she mewled, confused, the gorgeous moment of her climax ruined. “Don’t stop – put it back in!”
“Oh – in?” He pantomimed being confused, taking hold of his penis and grinding the tip between her lips. The teasing elicited a fresh groan of excitement from her, needing him to ram it home hard and deep. “What’s the magic word?”
What? Magic word? What was he on about? He was the summoner, not her, how was she supposed to – oh, of course –
“*Please,*” she groaned, stressing her need, even though she knew the moment had already passed. “*Please* put it back in!”
When he promptly plunged inside her, the sensation caused her to gasp. It wasn’t quite as powerful as the first time he’d entered her, but it was still intense – though nowhere near as good as when she’d been about to cum.
It seemed her earlier assessment had been correct: he wanted to feel like he had power over someone. It was crucial that she keep playing into the role to let him *think* he was in charge.
“Thank you, master,” she purred, masking her irritation over the ruined orgasm. Instead, she sat up so she could draw him in for a long, deep kiss as he began driving himself inside her again. Pleasure rippled out from her groin, causing her to moan into his mouth.

If it wasn’t for the fact she had to temporarily sate this man’s ego in order to cum, she’d think she was in heaven right now.
She put on her best piteous face as she groaned with need. Between his thumb and his cock, her body was in a constant state of being stimulated and had quickly recovered from his cruel ordeal.
As she felt her pleasure slowly building to a peak, she suddenly worried that he’d try and deny her again. She locked eyes with him for a moment, his piercing gaze drinking in every expression, delighting in her pleasure. She averted her gaze, biting her lip. She couldn’t let him know how close she was. Out of the corner of her eye however, she saw his lips twitch into a grin and cursed her indiscretion.
“Please, master,” she groaned breathily, attempting to pre-appease him. “Don’t stop. I need to cum…!”
“Don’t… stop?” His motions slowed as he faked confusion again, making her heart drop. *Please, not again!*
She redoubled her efforts, trying to grind her hips against his. “*Please,* master, I need it! You make me feel so *good!*”
She didn’t have to play at that part. The way he rocked his hips made the base of his shaft grind against her opening, causing the tip to swirl around inside her depths, hitting all her unstimulated nerve endings and setting off fireworks inside her.
“Oh, do you now?” His pace picked back up, and her fears were briefly allayed until he spoke again, smirking. “But… What do *I* get out of it?” His pace slowed a little – not enough to completely kill her pleasure, but putting that tantalising peak frustratingly out of reach.
She gritted her teeth, her brow creasing with the effort of trying not to let the irritation show on her face. She was so close! Just a little longer…!
Her mind raced trying to think of something he’d like. “Um, I’ll… let you cum inside me?” she said hopefully. She wouldn’t have cared if he had, but she knew mortals made a big deal about it.
“Oh? I thought I’d be doing that anyway. But… if you promise…?”
She agreed instantly, willing to keep him satisfied. “Yes! Yes, I promise, master, just *please* don’t stop,” she begged, wrapping one hand around his neck as she gasped with need.
The concession seemed to appease him, and he turned his attention to perfecting the pounding of her pussy and grinding of her clit.
She let out a groan of satisfaction as she congratulated herself on her masterful negotiations, giving up something she didn’t care about for the thing she desperately needed. Her moans began building higher again, louder and louder as her anticipation grew. After being denied and teased over and over the sensation was overpowering, her body desperate to cum before he changed his mind.
Blessedly, he didn’t stop this time and instead – as her voice raised to a shriek, fingers digging into his neck, legs clamping around his waist – he kept pounding into her, driving even more pleasure into her needy pussy. She screamed as she came, having to grab his arm to keep his thumb off her clit as the sensation became too much to bear, but she couldn’t stop his hips slamming into her sensitive lips. His cock ground *deep* inside her with each thrust causing her pleasure-hungry pussy to melt. Her eyes fluttered as her pleasure centers went into overdrive, the feeling overwhelming her as she wailed. She tried to stop him slamming inside her, but she might as well have been trying to hold back an avalanche.

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