#summoning a succubus

[orangepterodactyl]

random thought

succubi feed off of lust, yeah? has there ever been succubi that feed off of other emotions like rage, grief, happiness, etc.?

think imma file this idea into my archives just in case lol

[shameless-sol-apologist]

[elavoria]

Arueshalae having a moment with her goddess. <3

[yoku-yukihime]

unholy lovers [oc]

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Art??? By Leah??? Not as unlikely as you think

Okay, I finally worked up enough courage to post something I drew :)) It's far from perfect, but I hope y'all like it!

I'm not gonna tag my taglist cos this isn't writing, but I might make a new taglist in the event this becomes a regular thing hehe

[twistiraki]

A Magic Worth Keeping: The Price of Love

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Azul Ashengrotto was browsing through the library when he came across a mysterious book. He was drawn to it, his curiosity piqued. As he began to study the strange spells within, he stumbled upon one that promised to summon a creature of immense power and beauty.

Intrigued, Azul gathered the necessary ingredients and performed the spell. A stunning demon appeared before him, her eyes gleaming with power. "Who are you?" Azul asked, his guard up.

"I am Y/N," she replied. "You have summoned me, magician."

Azul was taken aback by Y/N's beauty and power. He was used to being the one in control, but he felt a strange sense of unease around her. "What are you capable of?" he asked, trying to maintain his composure.

"I have many powers," Y/N replied, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "But I require a steady supply of energy to keep them up. And that's where you come in, magician."

Azul felt a shiver run down his spine at the way Y/N spoke. He knew he should be cautious, but something about her drew him in. "What do you want from me?" he asked, still wary.

"Nothing that you can't provide," Y/N said, stepping closer to Azul. "I need to kiss you to keep my power up. And in return, I can grant you anything you desire."

Azul felt a surge of desire course through him at Y/N's words. He knew he should resist, but he couldn't help himself. "Anything?" he asked, his guard slowly coming down.

"Anything," Y/N repeated, her eyes locked on Azul's. "But first, let me show you what I'm capable of."

As Y/N kissed Azul, he felt a rush of energy and warmth that he had never experienced before. He knew he was in deep trouble, but he couldn't resist Y/N's power.

As they spent more time together, Azul found himself drawn to Y/N's strength and confidence. But he also sensed that there was more to her than she was letting on. "Who are you, really?" he asked one day, as they sit together.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and desire. "I'm a succubus," she said. "I need energy to survive. And you, Azul, are my source of energy."

Azul felt a pang of sadness and fear at Y/N's words. He knew that he was risking everything by being with her. But he also knew that he couldn't let her go.

As time passed, Azul became increasingly afraid that Y/N was using him for her own gain. He couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was based solely on her need for energy. Despite his fears, he found himself unable to resist her seductive kisses.

One day, Y/N noticed Azul's apprehension and asked him what was wrong. He hesitated at first, but eventually confessed his fears to her. "I can't help but feel like you're using me," he said, his voice trembling. "Like all you care about is the energy I provide."

Y/N looked at Azul, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I understand why you might feel that way," she said. "But that's not the case. I care about you, Azul. More than you know. But even that doesn't matter right now "

Y/N told Azul that she had to return to the demon realm, as her powers were beginning to fade in the human world. Azul panicked at the thought of losing her, and begged her to stay.

Y/N looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Azul, I can't stay," she said softly. "I don't belong here. I'm a Succubus, and my place is in the demon realm."

Azul felt his heart shatter at her words. "But I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice trembling. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N reached out and took his hand. "Azul, there is a way to keep me here," she said. "But it comes at a cost. We have to give up our magic."

Azul was taken aback. "Our magic?" he repeated. "Why?"

"Because the spell that turned me into a human was powered by magic," Y/N explained. "If you give up your magic, I'll become fully human and won't have to return to the demon realm."

Azul was torn. He had built his entire reputation and identity around his magic, and the thought of giving it up was terrifying. But the thought of losing Y/N was even worse.

He thought back to all the times he had used his magic to take advantage of others, and felt a deep sense of shame. He had always prided himself on his cunning and intelligence, but now he saw how selfish and heartless he had been.

Without a word, he reached out and took Y/N's hand, feeling a surge of warmth and love flow through him. "I'll do it," he said, his voice firm. "I'll give up my magic for you, Y/N. I love you more than anything."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice trembling. “I know how much your magic means to you.”

Azul nodded. "I'm sure," he said. "I want to be with you, no matter what it takes."

With a trembling hand, Azul reached out and touched Y/N's. 

"I love you," Azul said softly.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, a tear running down her cheek. With that, Azul leaned in and kissed her deeply. As their lips touched, a bright light filled the room, and Azul felt a surge of power leaving his body and flowing into Y/N's.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Y/N's eyes were glowing with a new light, and Azul felt the absence of his magic keenly. But it didn't matter, because he had the love of his life by his side.

Azul and Y/N stepped out of the room, holding hands tightly. Azul's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at Y/N with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. He knew that he had to give up his magic to be with her, but the thought of never being able to wield its power again was overwhelming.

Y/N could feel Azul's pain and she held him closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's okay, Azul. I'm here for you," she whispered, gently wiping away his tears.

Azul took a deep breath and nodded, determined to be strong for Y/N. They walked through the halls of Octavinelle, the silence between them visible. Azul couldn't help but feel like he was losing a part of himself, a part that had defined him for so long.

But as they stepped outside into the sunlight, something strange began to happen. Azul felt a faint tingling sensation in his fingertips. He looked down and saw a tiny spark of magic flickering in the palm of his hand.

Y/N noticed too and gasped in delight. "Look, Azul! Your magic is still there. We can build it back up together," she said, smiling at him with love in her eyes.

Azul's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his hand in disbelief. He had thought that his magic was gone forever, but Y/N had given him a glimmer of hope.

Tears of joy filled his eyes as he looked back at Y/N. "Thank you, Y/N. I didn't think it was possible," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

Y/N smiled back at him, her eyes shining with tears. "I'll always be here for you, Azul. We'll build our magic together," she said, her words filled with love and promise.

[dagaan]

Sketchbook AU assortment

[hauntingmiser]

⚠️ : eyes ?

Day 22

Gives you two succubuses

[eurydiceey]

Little clown jester thing lady here to make you laugh and do... other things.

[twstinginthewind]

Twistober day 22 - AU

No illustration today, but instead a story. An AU I've been working on with @transriddlerosehearts, in which Ace is a depressed and desperate loser with a dead-end job, who sees only one way to start making things better in his life:

Might As Well Summon Demons!

It had been another long, pointless day, just like the dozens and dozens that preceded it. Wake up, go to work, pretend to care, go back home. Ace was ready for something to change. He trudged up the creaking stairs to his sixth-floor apartment, his arms held protectively around a canvas tote bag. His untied shoelaces flopped around the sides of his dirty, worn high tops as he ascended the dimly-lit steps, navigating around the occasional piece of trash or abandoned toy that his neighbors would leave behind. The building thrummed with life; thin walls vibrating with the sound of the residents’ televisions, radios, arguments, and all the other noisy nuances of day to day life, as well as the more organic type of life that would occasionally scuttle inside the walls and beneath the sinks.

Ace sighed to himself as he fumbled for his key. This wasn’t how he pictured his life would be at this point. He was too young to be this damn tired of everything. Twenty-six years old, doing nothing even remotely close to what his fancy Night Raven College diploma would have supposedly granted him and instead, swimming in debt, working a dead-end job as a line cook, and just barely making rent on his tiny studio walk-up. He couldn’t believe he thought this was a step up from the crowded place he had shared with four roommates downtown; it was a hassle finding privacy, sure, but at least there was always something to do. And it wasn’t like he could go back, either; all four guys had either found new places or gone back to their hometowns when their lease was up, and even the roommate he was closest to, Deuce, had opted to move back in with his mother instead of splitting a place again.

This was no way to live. Ace needed a change. He carefully lay the canvas bag down onto his uneven kitchen table, and nodded. Tonight, he was going to make it happen. He was going to do something so outrageous, so unspeakable, but it would turn his life completely around.

But first, a shower. He smelled like a day’s worth of diner grease. He flicked on the light switch in his tiny bathroom and started to run the water, giving it time to warm up as he peeled out of his clothes, dropping things into the hamper to drag downstairs for laundry and folding the less funky stuff to reuse again later in the week. He glanced over at his reflection in the door of the medicine cabinet, and looked himself up and down. Legs toned from long days on his feet and climbing all those stairs every day, lean physique despite his “whatever I can grab for cheap” diet, cheeky boyish grin and bright eyes topped off with a stylishly unruly mop of ginger hair; Ace shot his reflection a wink, and shook his head. He was way too hot to be this poor and single. Great job, hot stuff.

Speaking of hot stuff, steam had started to billow from the shower stall. Finally, hot water to drown his sorrows! He stepped under the spray, wincing slightly as the water hit his skin. He washed quickly, since he never knew how long the hot water would last, and even managed to rinse the last of the conditioner from his hair before the water began to run cold. He wrapped himself in a worn red towel and rubbed the condensation from the mirror. It felt a little less lonely with the company of his reflection, even if it was just for however long it took to comb his hair and brush his teeth.

A few minutes later, Ace was dried off, dressed in his pajamas, and staring down the bag on the kitchen table. He was ready. He was SO ready. He was going to change his life tonight. He pulled a worn book from the bag, bristling with impromptu bookmarks. He opened to one of them, and ran his finger down the page. Chalk. He pulled a dollar store pack of sidewalk chalk from the bag. Candles. He placed a pack of white, vanilla-scented tea lights next to the chalk. Rare herbs… he had tried his best, there. A wilted bunch of herb garni and a couple of bay leaves he swiped from the work kitchen, some cinnamon sticks from the potpourri at his mother’s place, and some overpriced weed that was more stems than anything, just to cover all his bases. And he wasn’t sure about the last item - unholy water with a sacrifice from a virgin. Must be the intentions that count, Ace thought, and he pulled out his substitution: a can of expired pomegranate-flavored energy drink from the bodega across the street. He opened the can, took a sip, winced, and put it onto the table. Then, he picked up a paring knife and cut into his hand. Blood welled up around the blade, and he held it over the open can, counting the drops as they fell. Unholy water with a virgin sacrifice, check.

He took a few moments to clean and wrap up his hand, then turned to the next page. Ace had spent a long time deliberating over the diagram, practicing the smooth curve of the outer circle and the intricate motifs inside, but had never drawn the entire thing together until now. He pushed his couch against the side of his bed for extra floor space, grabbed a piece of pink chalk, and began to work. After half an hour, the completed summoning circle dominated his floor, in weirdly cheerful pastel colors.

He checked the time. Eleven-thirty, on the night of the new moon. If he paced himself right, he could have this accomplished by exactly midnight. He’d summon the demon, make his contract for riches and fame and talent and all that crap, unload his mortal soul or whatever, go to bed, and wake up the next morning ready to start an exciting new life.

He took a deep breath. Time to make some forbidden magic happen.

Ace stood at the southernmost part of the circle, emotions swirling through his mind. Fear, sadness, disgust at himself... and a glimmer of hope. Yeah, it sucked asking for supernatural help, but he was at the end of his rope, and even with everything else going on, he'd rather try to swing than hang. He placed his "herbs" into a dish, and put them into the center of the ring. He lit five candles, and placed them at the cardinal points on the circle's edge, starting at north and working widdershins, and the last one nestled amid the herbs in the center dish. He held the dog-eared text in his right hand, and his bloodied energy drink in the left. Now, how did the incantation go?

Two steps towards the western point. "Hear me, denizens of the Pit. A mortal stands before you with a need." Okay, nothing tricky yet. A step backward, then pour a bit of the unholy water into the flame. He poured hesitantly, expecting the candle to go out, but instead, it doubled in size, burning with an amber flame. Just like it was supposed to! Nice. He risked a grin, then crossed to the eastern point.

"Answer my summons, and be bound to me as I shall be to you; your service in exchange for my sacrifice." Another pour, another bright amber light. Midnight was approaching quickly. He had to time it right. To the north.

"With the light of the candles, I light your way. With the taste of the herbs, I tempt you." The energy drink hissed and spat as it hit the flame, but it still burned brighter beneath his hand.

He approached the southern candle. "Let this water, cursed in nature, bring you to me." Cursed was right, it tasted like shit, he thought as he brought the sickly flame to larger, brighter life. Just had to reach in to douse the center... "And the virgin's sacrifice, may it show my intent. For what I desire is— oh, fuck.” Ace swore as he realized he missed the candle and had poured a portion of the liquid on the floor. He quickly corrected his aim, and managed to pour the last of the liquid over the center candle, creating a greater, darker flame than the ones on the outer ring, which was starting to smell vaguely of sulfur. He leaned away. "Oh. What I desire... um. Riches and fame and... oh." All five flames grew higher, and he felt a hot wind blowing through his apartment. There was a figure just becoming visible inside the circle; cold steel-blue eyes flashing boldly ahead of the rest of their features. Ace's heart thumped against his chest, fearful of the demon that would reply to his summons. He watched as the eldritch creature formed in front of him. Intense eyes that almost seemed to glow. Sharp horns. Wide red wings, curled inward to fit within the confines of the circle....

... and a perfect, angelic face looked back at him from beneath a fringe of silken hair the color of a Valentine's rose. Full lips parted, and a melodic voice asked him a question that his short-circuiting brain couldn't even register. This... was it even a demon? This creature was beautiful. Ace dropped to his knees, the tattered book and drink can hitting the floor on either side of him. His mouth opened, dry and creaking. "Are you going to grant my wishes?"

[thegreatcrowdragon]

New theory even though literally nobody talks about this game anymore: I think Muma is a sleep paralysis demon of some sort, and that instead of exploring her own dreams, she’s invaded the dreams of another. Maybe she got shut in a “mental prison” while doing so and ended up getting stuck there for so long that she honestly thinks suicide is a better option. Considering how she’s named after a creature that sits on people's chest and gives them nightmares/sleep paralysis (as seen here) this theory seems pretty viable.

[tfshouldidohere]

Ok no more SMAUs and fics til exam season is over (Oct 9~11)

[purewhitedevil]

IT ME!

[classyrbf]

SHE'S A SUCCUBUS! — CHOSO KAMO

SYNOPSIS...as a sex demon, she can always sense the horny virgin boy who’s dying to lose his virginity

INFO...choso x succubus!reader, sub!choso, virgin!choso, somnophilia, riding, overstim, creampie, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), slight ass eating, cum eating, doggy, squirting, choso is super needy and eager, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Choso always felt left out when his friend would constantly talk about all the girls they’ve been with, all the experiences they had and what crazy shit they always got into. He’d just sit there, silent. He couldn’t relate to them not one bit. The closest he’s ever to having sex is his right hand or a sex toy. No girl ever looked his way, and his confidence was crushed. They’d only go after his friends, practically drooling over them. Not one of them spared a glance towards Choso.

He was begging to lose his virginity, dying to know what real pussy felt like, how soft tits felt in his hands or even some ass. God, don’t even get him started on wondering what it feels like to receive head. His friends swear it’s the best thing ever as long as the girl knows what she’s doing. He always watches porn, the women on their knees, slobbering all over the man dick like it was some divine dessert. He loved watching the way their pussies wrapped around the mans dick, just imagining how wet and warm it is. He was a lost cause. At this point, he was ready to pay someone to take his virginity. Literally.

And just like any other night, he goes back home, ready to fuck his fist to another average porn video before dozing off to sleep. He’s been extremely horny lately, more than usual and he can’t understand why. Not to mention the wet dreams he’s been having, waking up to cum in his pants like he’s a damn teenager. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, feeling the need to cum more and more everyday.

Hours later, he’s fast asleep, tossing and turning as he has another wet dream of someone riding him. He can’t make out her face, but it feels so damn real. Everything does. Even her moans and the weight on top of him. “Mmm,” he hums. His brows furrow. He can even hear the sound of skin on skin. His entire body feels like it’s on fire right now, like he’s been hit with some sort of sex pollen. It’s more intense than ever.

Little does he know it’s not a wet dream, no, it’s you. The succubus who’s been watching him for weeks, feeling his urgency to cum, to lose his virginity. He’s summoned you without even realizing. And now you were riding him, gliding your wet pussy up and down his aching cock while he slept, waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes he’s no longer a virgin. He twists and turns when you run your clawed nails down his pale skin, smiling at the way he moans and whimpers in his sleep.

Choso couldn’t take this overwhelming feeling anymore, forcing himself to wake up, prying his tired eyes open. But the feeling doesn’t stop. The sounds don’t stop. And certainly the woman is his dreams doesnt disappear when he opens his eyes. “Wha—ah—what? Who…? Oh fuck!” He rasps, eyes darting around the room and over your naked body. “What the fuck? Oh my goddd.” As confused and scared as he is right now, he can’t escape the pleasure coursing through him right now.

“Shhh, shhh, just let me make you feel good. You’ve been dying for this haven’t you? I’m here to give you exactly what you want.” You slightly lean back, spreading your legs to let him get a clear view of the way your pussy sucks his cock in.

He looks at you with awe and confusion, but he can’t help but give in, moaning so sweetly when you fully sink down. “Who…who are you?” He gasps, eyes widen when you clench your pussy around him.

“I know when cute virgins like you wanna lose their virginity. You summoned me, accidentally. You’ve been so worked up lately, huh? Well,” you smile, “that was because of me.” His cock twitches inside of you, your hips bouncing faster and harder, watching the way he mouth falls open.

“Fuck, fuck! It’s feels so good,” he heaves, breathing heavily. His cheeks dusted a light pink. “I don’t wanna cum just yet, please slow down. Please, please—nnghhh, fuckkkk.” Choso didn’t stand a chance, shooting sticky ropes of cum into your pussy, his entire body quivering with how intense his orgasm was. “Please, slow down—ah, oh my god. It feels too good—” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as you kept fucking him.

“I’ll keep fucking you till there’s nothing left.” You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, placing your lips on his while you kiss him with such fervor, with such sloppiness. His hands reach down, gripping the plush flesh of your ass. He swears he’s in heaven right now. This can’t be real. No way a sex demon was taking his virginity right now. His dick was so sensitive, but still so hard. He knew he had so much cum left, the only thoughts he had were to fill you up over and over until it was dripping out.

He felt like he was losing his mind, fucking him so hard, creating a sloppy mess where you two met just so you can get him to cum again. Your devilish yet sweet giggles send chills up his spine and straight down to his already throbbing dick. With labored breaths, and his heart rattling against his rib cage, he already knows he’s going to cum again. So soon. “Come don’t hold back on me. I want it all,” you growl in his ear. “I’ll do whatever it takes to empty you dry and fuck you stupid.”

His trembling fingers grip onto your ass harder as he cries out, broken moans swallowed by your kisses and he can’t help but cum again, filling up your tight pussy to the brim. You pull away from the heated kiss looking at the way his hazy eyes stare up at you with such desperation. You halt the movement of your hips and get up from his lap. “No, no, wait. Where are you going?! Please, keep fucking me.” He sits up, watching you get on your knees. Poor thing looks like he’s almost about to cry.

And now he can get a real good view of you. The tail that swayed around and the small little horns that pointed from the top of your head. You really were a sex demon. Your hand took a firm grip on his throbbing cock, his tip leaking like it was begging you to make it cum again. “I can see your thoughts. Your nasty little thoughts.” You run a long stripe from his balls all the way to his tip, licking the excess cum off. Your tongue was freakishly long, but god did it feel so good on him. You spit on his cock, massaging it in as you stroke him, moving your hand in circular motions that make his hips jump. “Say it. I know what you’re thinking.” Your lips curl into a smirk, running the pad of your thumb over his slit.

“Put…put your mouth on it, please,” he says barely above a whisper, too shocked to even form proper words.

“Louder.” You massage his balls with your free hand, earning a guttural groan from him.

“Please, put your mouth on it! Fuck, I wanna know how good it feels!” His lip quivers, his breathing quickening the closer your lips get.

“Good boy.” You smile, darting your tongue out and wrapping it around the base of his cock, swirling it around the head before you take him in your mouth. You stare at him through thick lashes, bobbing your head up and down his thick shaft, spit spilling from the corners of your mouth. Glug, glug, glug.

The sound of you choking on his dick was like music to his hears, taking his all the way down your throat with no problem. How is he supposed to keep up? His brain is fried and his body already feels so weak from cumming two times in a row. But he can’t stop. It’s like you’ve put some kind of spell on him to make him want more. “Shit, I’m all the way in,” he gasps, fall back onto the pillows. You pull him out of your throat, string of saliva connect from your lips to his cock as you continue stroking him. You were so messy, so nasty, but he loved it so fucking much because this is always how he’d picture it.

You spit back on his cock before taking him down your throat again without warning. “Oh my—fuck me, I’m gonna fucking cum again!” He whimpers. His body jolts and his abs tense up at the sensation, pleasure shooting through his body like electricity. He’s so sensitive he can’t help it. His hips buck up into your mouth and next thing he knows, he’s cumming down your throat. “Nnngh shit!” He groans, each orgasm more intense than the last. It’s like as time goes on, he can’t help but get more horny, more greedy.

Within seconds he’s pulling you off his dick on bending you over, pulling your ass in the air. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t stop, I can’t,” he’s muttering to himself, sweat dripping down his body. He pushes every inch into you with such ease, like your pussy was made for him. “Feels so good, feels so good I can’t stop stop,” he cries, rummaging his hips into you, fucking hard and fast.

“You’re learning so quickly.” You smile from below him, pushing your ass back against his hips. He watches the way your ass bounces back on his dick and he becomes mesmerized. “That’s it! Fuck me harder. Show me how badly you wanna cum in my pussy again,” you giggle.

Choso pushes your head into the mattress, broken moans falling from his lips. “I need it so badly, so fucking badly.” Your pussy grips him like a vice and he hisses at the tempting feeling.

“Make me squirt all over your cock! Come on, fuck me like you mean it!” You grip the sheets below you, feeling his swollen head press against your sweet spot over and over with each grueling thrust. Upon hearing your words, Choso remembers all those videos he’s watching of girls squirting, and to make you squirt just because of him makes his brain fuzzy. He keeps the same pace, huffing and panting when your pussy grows tighter. “Yes! Yes!” You laugh, sighing in relief when he pulls out and clear liquid shoots from your pussy, coating his cock and sheets.

His eyebrows raise in amazement. “Holy fuck,” he watches the way your pussy leaks before urgently ramming his cock back inside of you. “Do it again. Squirt all over me again! Please! It’s so fucking hot!” He begs as he pounds your pussy like his life depends on it. “Wanna watch you—nnngh—squirt again!”

As if on cue, your pushy gushes around him again, soaking his thighs and his cock and just the sight of it makes him cum so hard he’s toppling over you. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” He thrusts deep inside of you, making sure not to waste even a drop. “Yes, yes!” He huffs, bucking his hips. “I need to taste you, need to fucking—mmm.” He drops to his knees, pulling your ass back against his face while his tongue slurps every drop his cum and your juices, licking through your sloppy folds and sucking on your clit.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Such a good, good boy.” You praise, reaching behind you, taking a fistful of his hair and pushing his face deeper into your cunt. His moans at your taste, his free hand reaching down to stroke his swollen and sensitive cock. He moves his tongue up and down, running back and forth between your clit and your ass, and back down to your hole. You quickly pull him away before sitting up.

“Did I do something wrong? Why’d you stop?” He looks at with sad eyes.

“You’re done.” You look down at his cock.

“No, no, I’m not. I promise I still have more. Just keep fucking me, let me eat your pussy or something! Don’t leave!” He pouts, watching you crawl towards him.

“As much as I’d like to keep playing with you, you’re all out of cum, pretty boy.” You smirk. “I’ve got other desperate virgins like you to attend to.” You ghost your lips over his and Choso leans in for a kiss but you pull back from him. “You’re welcome.”

You disappear into a dark corner in his room, like you faded away into it. He runs to turn on his light and sees you’re completely gone. He’s at a loss for words, standing in the middle of his room completely naked. He looks towards his bed, seeing the wet spots you had left. So it was real? No? Yes? He didn’t know what to believe. He accidentally summoned a sex demon to take his virginity. If only he could do it again.

[devilishdelights]

okay now where is MY butch gf. my MC gets to have one but not me??? hello??

[idolomantises]

Summon the Succubus

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