"Oh yes, my girl"

"That was the first of many trials. There are many more acts of debauchery for us to commit yet." The demon replies, with a wink.

"What are they?"

"Oh, she is so eager, isn't she?" The incubus cackles to himself. "Alright, if you wish to know, and I think you do, then take my hand."

A slender and delicate hand reaches out towards you, his fingertips capped by shiny, black, and sharp looking claws. You gingerly reach out to hold it and find his grip is much firmer than it may appear. The he pulls you up and off of the mattress, leading you over and around to the end of your bed. He lets go of your hand there, turning to face you instead, his green eyes practically glowing with excitement. His hand flicks behind his back, returning again with the flourish of a magician and holding onto what looks like a stick of red chalk, set ablaze by the fires of Hell. The demon leans down, ushering you to take a few steps back from him. Once you do, he sets the chalk to your floor, quickly drawing a perfect circle and then filling it with numerous criss-crossing lines that eventually take shape into a pentagram. He makes the finishing touches by filling the edges and corners with runes and sigils, before stepping back to admire his handiwork. The red symbol glows, just like the chalk that was used to draw it, filling your room with a dim red light that is just enough to see by.

Standing just outside the circle, the demon indicates with a clawed finger for you to stand in the centre. "Please girl, there is but one step left before you may have you pick of pleasure."

Following his instruction, you step into the circle, and find that your bed clothes catch aflame with bright green fire. You startle for a moment, backing out of the circle, before the demon wraps his hands around yours and gives them a reassuring squeeze. It makes you pause for long enough to realise the flames don't hurt, in fact they feel like nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing over your skin. You follow his lead, and step fully inside the circle, allowing the flames to fully wash over you. Once they have dissipated, you look down, and find that the flames seem to have burned away all of your clothes. You are now standing in the middle of a pentagram, drawn by a demon and glowing with a magical red flame, totally nude, with said demon now standing opposite you, a somewhat lobsided grin on his face as he watches you fully take in your situation with clear curiousity.

Then you remember the thick member hanging between his legs, and a feel stirring between your own legs. Any doubts are once again cast out of your mind.

"So, what kind of debauchery do we do now?" You ask the demon again.

"Oh, there are few specifics." The incubus replies, his eyes now wandering hungrily over your body. "Quantity is more important than quality here. Well, than type, perhaps. I hope to still provide the best quality degeneracy as well." The demon chuckles to himself. "We incubi and succubi specialise in a few things personally, and those things in which we can engage are augmented by our abilities to use magic."

The fiend snaps his fingers demonstratively, and a glowing green cock swims through the air between you. He snaps them again and it disappears in a burst of flames that seem to produce no heat.

" So what do you specialise in?" You ask the demon.

" Oh, I love hearing that question." He retorts gleefully, a devilish smile exposing his pointed fangs.

[Some of the following chapters are placeholders for now! Like or comment on chapters you want completed and I'll try and do those first. Feel free to comment with ideas you'd like included as well!]