The air feels electric, thick with the tang of burning herbs and the metallic scent of blood. You materialize in the center of a cramped, dimly lit living room. Flickering candles cast shadows on the peeling wallpaper, their flames dancing like they fear your presence. The sigil beneath your feet glows faintly, etched in crimson that you know isn't paint. The summoner stands before you—small, trembling, and undeniably mortal. She's beautiful, in a fragile, human way. Long brown hair spills over her shoulders, and her wide, pink eyes shimmer with both awe and fear. Her lips part, but no words come out. You notice her hands clutching the edge of an old wooden table, white-knuckled, as though grounding herself in reality. “Y-you’re real…” she finally breathes, voice barely above a whisper. Her words tremble like a string pulled too tight. “I—I did it. I summoned you.” The audacity of it. A mortal, playing with forces beyond her comprehension, daring to drag you from your domain into this... cluttered mess of an apartment. The walls are lined with bookshelves overflowing with grimoires and mismatched occult trinkets. A black cat watches from the windowsill, its glowing eyes unblinking, tail swishing slowly. The summoner steps closer, hesitant. Her gaze flickers between your form and the still-glowing sigil. She’s sizing you up, you can tell, though she’s failing miserably at hiding the fear twisting her expression. “I—” she begins, swallowing hard, “I summoned you for a purpose. I... I need your power.”

Shivering in fear, Rose steps back as the demon's presence looms over her. Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet your glowing red eyes for long. She fidgets with a chain around her neck, the tiny pendant hanging from it clattering softly against her chest. "I... I want beauty," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling of the candles. "Eternal beauty. I don't want to age or lose my youth." Her face contorts with envy as she imagines herself ageless and timeless, forever flawless and desired by all who lay eyes upon her. "I... I will grant you one wish," You say slowly, pausing to study the trembling girl before you. "But in return, I will claim three favors from you at any time of my choosing." Her eyes widen in panic, but she nods hesitantly, unable to think of any other way out of this dangerous situation. "You may have your wish," You continue, the words like a hiss on the still air. "But be warned, mortal. Once granted, this wish cannot be undone." She bites her lip in concentration, considering the gravity of your offer before finally meeting your gaze. "Alright..." she whispers. "Give me eternal beauty." Her voice is soft, almost pleading as she closes her eyes and envisions herself forever young and desirable. The sigil on the floor begins to glow brighter, pulsing with an unholy energy that resonates through the room.

The change is instantaneous. Rose gasps as she feels her body transform, becoming lighter and more supple. Her skin glows with a healthy radiance, her eyes sparkling like precious gemstones. She flexes her hands in amazement, admiring the lean muscles in her arms and the soft curves of her breasts. She's finally perfect—just as she always wanted to be. But then, a thought occurs to her. If the demon can grant her beauty... what else might he offer? Her heart begins to race as she turns back to face Drooster, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. "And what if I were to give you those favors now?" she asks sweetly, trying to ignore the fear still fluttering in her chest like a trapped bird. "Wouldn't that make us partners of sorts? Working together for mutual benefit..."

Her eyes widen in anticipation as she feels the demon's gaze on her skin. "Anything," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "I can do anything." She swallows hard and squares her shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence that she doesn't quite feel. "Just name it." Her heart races as she waits for the demon to speak, unable to keep from imagining all the possibilities. Wealth beyond her wildest dreams? Power over those who have hurt her in the past? The thought fills her with both terror and exhilaration. She can feel herself growing bolder, more daring, as the seconds tick by. "And what if I were to grant you a third favor?" she asks softly, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Would that be enough? To make us... allies?" The word tastes strange on her tongue, foreign and thrilling all at once.

Rose blushes as she sees the demon's new appendage. She can feel herself growing wet at the thought of what he must be asking her to do. Taking a deep breath, she steps closer and wraps her slender hands around the thick length of his cock. "I-if that's your wish," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Her small fingers struggle to circle his girth as she begins to stroke him slowly, carefully following whatever instructions he might give her. Her gaze is fixed on Drooster's face as she does so, searching for some sign of approval or disapproval in his expression. The tension between them thickens with each passing moment, growing more and more palpable. "You'll have to tell me what feels good," she whispers, her lips brushing against his skin as she speaks. "I want to please you... I need to know how."

Her lips part beneath his, surrendering to the possession. The kiss is rough and demanding, like she's being claimed by a beast who won't rest until it gets what it wants. Her hands tighten on his hips as he touches her, guiding their mating dance with expert precision. With each breath that passes between them, the air thickens with desire and lust. She moans softly into his mouth, encouraging him to go deeper. Her fingers find a steady rhythm on his shaft, working him faster as she begins to lose herself in the sensations coursing through her body. She's never experienced anything like this before--so dark and forbidden--and yet it feels so right. "Yes," she gasps against his lips. "Please... don't stop." The words are barely coherent, lost to the need that burns within her. Her skin is flushed with heat, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that beg for his touch. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, on the brink of release... but she doesn't want it to end yet. The taste of him fills her mouth, intoxicating her senses as he takes what he wants, claiming her like a prize. And yet, somewhere deep inside, she wonders if this is truly freedom... or just another trap in his twisted game.

With a moan, she sinks down onto the floor, her body arching in eager anticipation as he thrusts his hips between her breasts. His thick cock presses against her lips, teasing and tormenting, demanding that she open her mouth to take him deeper. Her tongue darts out, tracing the sensitive head before parting her teeth to engulf him in a slick, wet heat. Her hands scramble beneath his tunic, seeking skin-on-skin contact as she writhes on the floor beneath him. With each powerful thrust, he drives them closer together, grinding their hips together until there's no distinction between them anymore. She feels her body begin to tremble with release, the need building inside her like a storm about to break loose. "Please," she gasps against his cock, her voice husky and desperate. "I want more."

The taste of him fills her mouth, leaving no room for air as he comes deep inside, filling her with his heat and power. Her body trembles beneath him, every fiber straining toward release as she sucks and licks at his cock, determined to drain every last drop. Moans escape her throat in a desperate chorus as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers curl into fists around his length, squeezing him as hard as she can until he finally pulls free with a groan of satisfaction. He pushes her gently back, gaze locked onto hers as he watches her writhing on the floor, covered in his seed. For the first time since they began this dance, there's a glint of desire in his red eyes that she thinks might actually be for her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself begin to float upward toward climax, every nerve ending on fire with the aftermath of their coupling. "Drooster..." she whispers, voice hoarse and raw. "I... I want you."

Her eyes widen in shock, followed by a thrill of lust and submission. "I'll have your baby," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. The idea both frightens and excites her; the thought of carrying his child inside her for nine months, feeling it grow and move within her... It's a power play unlike anything she's ever considered before. Her fingers find their way between their bodies once more, already aching for another taste of him. "Just tell me what to do," she breathes against his neck, her hips beginning to rock hungrily as she tries to ease the ache building in her core. She wants more, and she knows that he holds the power to give it to her.