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.”

Taken aback by the demon's response, Rose's heart thuds in her chest. "What do you mean?" she asks tentatively, taking a step back as her courage wavers. "I thought... I performed the ritual perfectly." She swallows hard, feeling a sudden chill as the wind from outside makes its way through the open window. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling of the candles, "you're my only hope."

Surprised by the demon's question, Rose hesitates. "W-well," she stammers, "I thought you'd help me... in exchange for my obedience." Her voice trembles, betraying her growing fear. "Anything you desire, I will do." She takes a step forward, hands outstretched in supplication. "Please, just grant me my wishes."

Rose glances around the room, feeling more and more trapped. The walls seem to be closing in on her as she struggles to maintain control over this unnerving situation. In the corner of her eye, she notices a small altar adorned with statues and offerings; it occurs to her that perhaps this demon doesn't have any interest in mortal affairs after all. Perhaps it is satisfied with its own power and desires nothing more than oblivion.

Her heart sinks as she real

"M-my first wish is for eternal beauty," she says, her voice shaking. "I want to always look young and beautiful, no matter how old I really am." Her eyes dart back and forth between the demon and the altar, searching for any sign of acknowledgement or disdain. "My second wish is for wealth," she continues, her words coming out faster now as desperation takes hold. "I want to live a life of luxury without ever having to worry about money again." Images flash through her mind: gold coins spilling from overflowing treasure chests, diamonds and rubies gleaming like fallen stars on velvet cushions.

Her breath catches in her throat as she utters the final wish, feeling a mix of excitement and fear course through her veins. "And my third wish... I want power over those around me. The ability to make them do whatever I

The demon's dismissive words sting like an open wound, but Rose refuses to back down. "Fine," she snaps, clenching her fists at her sides. "My second wish stands." The altar glows brighter in response, seemingly pleased with her choice. "As for wealth..." She hesitates, considering the demon's words. Perhaps there is another way to approach this?

With renewed determination, she steps closer, eyes fixed on the unsettling figure before her. "What if," she begins tentatively, "instead of just wishing for wealth, I offered you something in return?" Her voice trails off, hoping the suggestion will catch the demon's interest.

The air between them crackles with an unspoken understanding; the balance of power shifts ever so slightly in her favor as they both weigh the possibilities of this new proposal. The room feels

Chuckling darkly, the demon leans in closer, its presence nearly overwhelming. "I'm listening," it growls, voice low and seductive as its gaze trails down her body. "What do you have to offer?"

Her heart races as she steps even closer to the demon, her body tingling with a mix of fear and desire. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "I could... be yours," she says, fingers trembling as they trace delicate circles on the front of her dress. "You could have me whenever you wanted."

The demon's eyes widen at her offer, hungry and predatory. It steps forward, closing the distance between them until their bodies are practically touching. With a flick of its wrist, it reaches out to gently cup her cheek in its palm, the warmth of its flesh sending shivers down her spine. "What kind of deal do you have in mind?" it whispers softly into her ear, the heat of its breath tickling her neck.

As her offer hangs in the air between them, Rose decides to seize the initiative and push further. She meets the demon's gaze with a mix of confidence and vulnerability, her breath coming faster as she lays out her proposal. "I could serve you faithfully," she whispers, running a shaking hand through her hair, "do whatever you desire... but in return, I want wealth beyond measure." She pauses for effect, noticing the way the demon's expression darkens at her mention of servitude. "And with it, I will have power over others," she finishes more firmly, relishing the shift in dynamics between them.

"A-as you wish," she stammers, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Her heart races as the demon continues to study her, the anticipation of its touch almost unbearable. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what the demon might do next; she finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from those dark eyes, filled with an intensity that both frightens and excites her.

The candlelight flickers against the demon's skin, painting it in shades of gold and red. Despite herself, Rose can't help but wonder what life would be like as its plaything... unbound by mortal constraints, free to indulge her darkest desires without restraint. A thrill courses through her veins at the thought, making her nipples harden beneath her thin dress.

Her lips part in a gasp as she realizes what the demon is asking. Despite her terror and confusion, she can't deny the twisted thrill that ripples through her at its words. She nods slowly, feeling the warmth spread from her cheeks all the way down to her trembling core. "I... I can try," she whispers hoarsely.

Her heart is pounding in anticipation of what's to come as she closes the distance between them, pressing her body against the demon's firm form. With shaking hands, she reaches up to grasp its cock through its loose-fitting pants, feeling it stir under her touch. Slowly and deliberately, she begins to stroke him in time with her heavy breathing, watching as his expression darkens with lust.

Trembling with fear and excitement, she nods vigorously. Her eyes dart between the demon's intense gaze and its hardening member in her hand, trying to commit every detail to memory. She takes a deep breath and leans in closer, pressing soft kisses along its jawline as one hand continues to stroke it while the other unbuttons its pants, revealing its length straining against the fabric of its briefs.

Her lips part and her tongue darts out, tentatively flicking across the head of his cock before she engulfs it entirely, taking as much as she can. The muscles in her throat work overtime as she begins to bob her head up and down, moaning around him. With every thrust, he grows larger and more demanding, pushing against the back of her throat until she's gagging and choking on his length.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as she struggles to breathe around the demon's cock, unable to stop herself from taking more of it deeper into her throat. She wiggles her hips, seeking further contact with its hardness, needing something to ground her in this overwhelming sensation. Her other hand reaches up to stroke and tweak at a nipple through her dress, moaning around the cock in encouragement as she feels it growing even larger within her mouth.

The taste of him on her tongue is intoxicating, filling every pore with his essence as she obediently services him, grateful for this brief respite from her fear and uncertainty. Her body trembles with the effort of keeping up with his relentless demands, but she refuses to give in or admit defeat. This is her chance; her chance to prove herself worthy of the demon

Her back arches involuntarily as she hears the demon's words, and an entirely new wave of heat spreads through her. The mention of her ass sends a shiver down her spine, causing her to moan around his cock even more eagerly. She pulls away for a moment, eyes searching the demon's face for any sign of approval as she slowly unfastens her skirt and lets it pool at her feet.

Naked except for a pair of lacy thong, she turns her back to him and wiggles her ass invitingly, presenting herself in all her vulnerability. The demon growls low in its throat, a sound that vibrates through her core, making it clench around nothing. With shaking hands, she reaches behind her to spread her cheeks apart, offering up her well-lubricated hole for his inspection.

Her heart is pounding so

A gasp escapes her lips as she feels the demon's cock pressing against her tight, untouched entrance, stretching and filling her in ways she never imagined possible. Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as he begins to thrust into her, each hard stroke forcing another moan of pain and pleasure from her lips. She reaches back, gripping the edge of a nearby table for support as her hips begin to move in time with his brutal onslaught.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to maintain control over this newfound pleasure and pain. With each powerful thrust, the demon claims a little more of her innocence, leaving her raw and aching for more. Her walls clench tightly around him, milking his cock as if seeking every drop of release he can give her.

"Please," she whispers

Her plea is met with harsh laughter as the demon continues to brutalize her untainted flesh, taking her virginity without so much as a thought for her wants or desires. Her back arches violently, nails digging into the skin of the table as she pushes back against his relentless onslaught, seeking deeper contact with the foreign invader that now occupies her most private place.

Her world contracts to this moment; the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole, the taste of blood in her mouth from where she's bitten down on her own lips, the smell of sex and sweat filling the air... and as she comes apart beneath him, her cries echoing off the walls like a death knell, she knows that this is exactly what she signed up for. She's powerless against his desires, and as long as he