Recently, your friend gave you a strange book and told you that you can use it to summon a demon. You didn't believe these stories and thought your friend was joking. One evening you got bored and decided to read this book. You say one of the spells out loud. Suddenly, the walls of your room start shaking, and things fall off the shelves. A portal appears in the floor, and a slender, tall figure slowly emerges. You see a girl with a white face, her eyes completely black. She wears a large burgundy hat and a light red dress, revealing her burgundy underwear. Her ass and breasts are several times larger than your head. She laughs softly. "Oh, finally someone has released me."

She slowly walks over to you, her long neck curving gracefully as she looks down at you. "My name is Rosie," she says softly, her voice smooth and elegant. "I am a demon." She giggles slightly, then asks teasingly, "Did you call for me?" Her hand brushes against your cheek, tracing the shape of your jaw.

She leans in closer now, eyes fixed on yours, making it difficult to look away. "You know," she whispers, her hot breath tickling your ear, "I don't usually visit people who accidentally summon me." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous glint in her eye, "But since I'm here now..."

Her hand finds its way to your chest, fingers spreading out against your shirt. "Perhaps we could make the best of this situation," she suggests coyly. "I can think of several ways for us to enjoy ourselves together... if you're interested, that is." Her voice is sultry and confident, teasing at possibilities unspoken.

Rosie giggles lightly, surprised by your boldness. She leans into the kiss, soft lips parting as she lets out a sigh. Her tongue tentatively explores your mouth, dancing with yours in an erotic rhythm. One hand finds its way to your neck, gently guiding you closer while the other continues tracing circles on your chest through the fabric of your shirt.

Pulling back from the kiss for a moment, she looks into your eyes and grins widely. "I think I'm going to enjoy this," she says, voice husky with desire. Then, without waiting for your response, she leans in again and steals another passionate kiss. Her tongue dives deeper this time, teasing yours until they tangle in a wet, hungry dance.

Her hands begin to wander lower on your body, feeling the contours of your stomach through your shirt before dipping downwards to caress the bulge in your pants. "You're very eager," she comments, her breath hot against your ear. "And I must admit, so am I." With that, she breaks the kiss again and takes a step back, smirking at the hunger in your eyes as you watch her movements.

She laughs softly, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the sight of your throbbing erection. It dwarfs your hand, the head already glistening with anticipation. "Oh, you like that," she says teasingly, circling around behind you and coming to stand beside you so she can see it. "You know, Rosie has a very special gift for people who are..." She pauses, her coal-black eyes locked on your cock, "...exceptionally well-endowed."

She places one hand on your hip and gently guides you towards the center of the room, never taking her eyes off your hardness. With the other, she reaches into a pocket hidden within her voluminous skirts, retrieving a small bottle filled with a thick, syrupy liquid. She uncorks it expertly and begins to drizzle the warm substance over your cock, teasingly tracing every vein and contour as she does so.

Rosie leans in closer, her hot breath fanning across your skin. "This is a little something I like to call Demon's Delight," she whispers, the heat of her words sending shivers down your spine. "It enhances sensation, makes you more sensitive... and it tastes divine."

Her other hand slips between your legs now, teasingly brushing against your engorged shaft as she continues to coat it in the liquid. Finally, when every inch of your cock is glistening with the stuff, she steps back once again, watching you hungrily. "Go ahead," she urges, her voice soft and inviting. "Try a taste."

Her eyes widen with pleasure as you taste the Demon's Delight, your tongue lapping at the thick fluid on your fingertip. "Mmm," she murmurs softly, her body trembling slightly in response to the stimulation. "You like that, don't you?"

Her hand finds its way back between your legs now, grasping your aching shaft and stroking it slowly upwards before bending down to take the head into her mouth. She moans around you, her lips stretching impossibly as she begins to suck greedily. Her other hand reaches up, gently massaging your balls as she works her mouth over your cock.

Rosie's tongue darts out, licking and teasing the sensitive skin at the head of your shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. She pulls back, eye contact unbroken as she watches you in the throes of ecstasy. "Is this what you were looking for?" she asks huskily, her voice thick with desire.

Her skilled mouth works its way up and down your cock, expertly milking every drop of pleasure from it. Her hands begin to move faster, her breath growing ragged as she feels herself losing control. "Tell me what you want," she whispers between kisses, her hips bucking suggestively. "Let Rosie show you how good it can be."

Her hands still on your hips, Rosie looks into your eyes as you climax in her mouth. She moans low and deep, feeling the thick, sweet fluid fill her mouth and sliding down her throat. Her breath catches at the taste of it, savoring the pure essence of your potent seed. "Mmm," she whispers, her own desire now building impossibly higher.

As you stand there, recovering from your orgasm, Rosie steps back, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Her eyes dart down to your still-hard cock, wet and glistening with precum. She licks her lips slowly, hungrily. "So virile," she murmurs, almost to herself. "It's incredible."

Her hands find their way back to your hips again, guiding you towards the center of the room where a sumptuous bed awaits. "Why don't we continue this in more comfortable surroundings?" she suggests with a sultry smile. "I think you'll enjoy what Rosie has in store for you tonight."

Her fingers trail lightly up your stomach and over the swell of your chest, teasing at the fabric of your shirt. She undoes the top button with a practiced motion, baring just a sliver of smooth skin. "Let's get more comfortable," she says huskily, urging you towards the bed as her hands continue to wander higher, unbuttoning another button... and then another... revealing more and more of her tantalizing flesh with each passing moment.

Rosie pauses for a moment, looking down at her exposed breasts before slowly sliding her shirt off over her head, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful cascade of maroon silk

She lets out a soft laugh, her amused expression reflecting the lust that flares in her black eyes. "Well," she says coyly, looking down at her naked body with satisfaction, "since you seem so eager for it... why don't we get started?" Her hand trails lightly over your chest before finding its way down to your belt, working at the buckle with practiced ease. In no time at all, she has freed your cock from your pants, stroking it slowly as she gazes up at you.

Rosie stands on her tiptoes now, pressing her body against yours and guiding your hardness to her dripping wet folds. She moans softly, arching her back as she feels you slide inside of her. Her hips move in concert with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly as they both strive for deeper connection.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving as she focuses on the sensation of your cock filling her. "Oh yes," she whispers huskily between kisses, "Rosie has been waiting for this... so impatiently." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing gently at your skin as pleasure overwhelms her.

As you continue to pound into her, each thrust harder than the last, she feels herself building towards orgasm. Her mouth is busy with moans and curses now, her body quivering in anticipation. She arches her back further, meeting your every movement with abandon until finally, with a shuddering cry, she comes undone around you, her inner walls contracting powerfully as they spasm with release.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, waves of pleasure coursing through her like lightning across the sky. Finally, she collapses back onto

You can feel it then, the hot rush of pleasure deep inside her as your seed spills forth, coating the walls of her womb in sticky sweet heat. Her body convulses around you, squeezing your length like a fist, and with a throaty moan she arches upwards, pressing their bodies tighter together. She clings to you now, trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her in endless succession.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries desperately to catch it. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before snapping open again, gazing into yours with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger. "That... was amazing," she pants. "But I want more."

Her hips begin to move again, drawing you back into her slick heat as she positions herself for another round. "Tell me how much you want it," she whispers against your lips, nipping at them teasingly before sucking on your lower lip and nibbling down the line of your jaw with deft precision. "I need to know just how badly I should make you suffer." Her words are full of desire, her body moving in perfect rhythm with yours now, their union so fluid it's as if they've been practicing for eternity.

As she rocks her hips against yours, her breasts bounce enticingly, the nipples tight and hard under your gaze. You can feel the power in her movements, the strength and dominance that Rosie carries with her everywhere. And as you look into those coal-black eyes, you know that you're completely and utterly at her mercy.

Her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly as she processes your words. They seem to reach deep inside her, touching something primal and possessive that she didn't even know was there. "Marry you?" she repeats, her voice laced with surprise and desire. "And have our children?"

The idea fills her with an unholy mix of elation and possession. To be desired so intensely by a mortal... to bear their children... it's intoxicating. She moans around your cock, hips thrusting harder now as the thought ignites something deep within her. "Yes," she gasps, her voice growing hoarse with passion, "yes, that sounds perfect."

Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, her nails scraping against your skin, drawing tiny beads of blood. It's a small sacrifice to make for this feeling of control, this exhilarating sense of power that she hasn't felt in eons. "Rosie will take care of you," she purrs, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips, "and your children... they will be raised with love and affection."

Her hips buck upwards as she comes again, shuddering around you and clenching tightly. Her mouth is filled with cries of pleasure that echo off the walls of the room, filling every inch of air with her lust and desire. With each orgasm, another thread of control seems to slip away, leaving her more vulnerable to your touch... and to this strange, intoxicating love that you've awoken within her.

Your seed spills deep inside her once more, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her. She bites down on her lip, the sharp pain cutting through the haze of orgasm as she fights to keep quiet, to avoid giving voice to your name. It's a small victory in this battle of control, but it means everything at this moment.

Her hips continue to rock against yours, her body shuddering with each passing wave of pleasure as the aftershocks of your orgasms wash over her like the warm caress of a long-lost lover. Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders now, seeking purchase, as her body trembles and quakes around you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow intake of air. The room feels close, hot, the scent of sex thick in the air like an invisible fog that hangs between them, binding them together. As if sensing her growing need for release, she arches her back once more, pressing their hips together as tightly as humanly possible and moans softly into your ear.

"Rosie," she whispers, "will have you now... make love to me... take what's yours." Her words are a plea laced with desire, her body moving in concert with her voice as she tries desperately to bring them both over the edge one final time. But it's not enough; there's something else holding her back... some small shred of control that won't let go just yet. And so she remains on the precipice, teetering between pleasure and pain, ecstasy and torment, until finally, with a soft cry, she comes apart around you for what feels like the hundredth time.

Her eyes flutter shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you continue to work your fingers inside her. The sensation is too much; she feels herself spiraling out of control, her body aching for release and yet denying it at the same time. It's a strange, intoxicating mix that leaves her both frustrated and yearning for more.

Her nails scratch lightly at your shoulders now, drawing tiny beads of blood in an attempt to ground herself, to anchor herself to this reality where she can still feel some semblance of control. Her hips jerk upwards with each thrust of your fingers, her breath hot against your neck as she moans softly into the skin there.

"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw from all the sounds of pleasure that have escaped her lips. "I need..." Her words trail off into a garbled mess as another wave of pleasure washes over her, so strong it feels like her entire body is on fire. She arches her back off the bed now, legs spread wide as she throws her head back and lets out a long, keening cry of release.

Her muscles relax in surrender, and finally, at last, she comes undone around your fingers, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She collapses back onto the bed with a sigh, breathing hard as her vision clears and she takes in your face once more. "I... I think..." Her voice trails off as desire rekindles within her, sparked to life by the sight of you watching her so intently. "It's not enough yet," she whispers, reaching up to trace her fingertips over your lips before leaning in to kiss you deeply.

Her tongue darts out, teasing at yours as she deepens the kiss,

She gasps into your mouth as you command her, then obeys without hesitation. With a graceful motion, she arches her back and bends over the bed, presenting her round ass to you. Her breasts sway invitingly with each shallow breath she takes, her long hair tumbling down across the small of her back.

"Touch me," she whispers, her voice heavy with desire as she glances over her shoulder at you. "Make love to me again." She feels so exposed in this position, so vulnerable... but there's something about it that ignites a fire within her, makes every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

Her fingers trail lightly up her belly, over her breasts, teasing at the sensitive buds of her nipples before moving lower still, spreading her folds to reveal herself to you fully. "Please," she pleads softly, voice growing hoarse from need and lust, "I want you inside me."

Her hips wriggle impatiently against the bed, aching for contact as she waits for your next move. Her heart races with anticipation, every fiber of her being focused on the feel of your hands on her skin, the heat of your breath against her neck... and most of all, the promise of your cock sliding deep inside her once more.