Caeri, an incubus from an accidental summoning (femboy bisexual content)

I scratched my chin thoughtfully as I stared at my character sheet, trying to decide on my next move. If I played my cards right, I could end the battle this turn in a glorious way. If I didn’t, then the princess I was trying to rescue from the balor’s grasp might not survive. Emily was game-mastering, and she wouldn’t hesitate to kill off such an important character if I fucked up.

Finally, I saw it. My experience in card games prepared me for just this moment.

“Whatcha thinkin’?” Emily asked, breaking the silence, looking at me with her piercing hazel eyes and pushing up her distinctive glasses.

“I have a few ideas,” I admitted, frowning as I gave my plan one last mental evaluation. “I’ll—”

Emily’s cell phone started ringing, playing a sudden burst of heavy metal.

“Shit, sorry,” Emily said, removing the phone and answering it, “hello? Yeah… what? The fuck do you mean you’re in my driveway?” As she said this, she turned her head, brow furrowed, in the direction of the driveway, though there was half a house between her and it. “The fuck are you talking about?” She listened for another moment then shook her head, looking at me, “sorry, bro, my boyfriend is outside and wants to talk. I’ll be right back.” She then hung up and stood up, making her way to the front of the house, leaving me alone at the kitchen table.

I didn’t much like Emily’s boyfriend, but I also got the impression Emily didn’t either. And judging from her tone of voice as she answered the phone, it sounded like he was doing something crazy. Not that it was any of my business what they got up to. I decided to keep my thoughts to the task at hand.

In this period of careful thinking, I realized I was about to make a critical error with my current plan, but I could do something that was better. Once I was sure about my next move my mind began to wander. Emily was really good at setting the mood for these sorts of campaigns, she had always been a natural storyteller, and no matter what tale she was spinning I always found myself lost in the world she created. Something that might have helped in such a tense moment, however, was some ambience.

Having little else to do in order to pass the time, I went up to my room to retrieve my Bluetooth speaker and almost got there when I remembered that I had let Emily borrow it the other day. In light of this I turned around and made my way to her room instead. Her room wasn’t a classic girls’ room, it was pretty plain and more or less what one might expect from just another guy, albeit one who really liked books. She had four separate floor-to-ceiling bookshelves crammed with all sorts of literature, mostly fantasy books and a spattering of sci-fi, but only when the latter borrowed elements from the former.

I saw my target on Emily’s nightstand and began to make my way when something strange caught my eye. On the hardwood floor in front of Emily’s standing mirror was a chalk drawing surrounded by four candles. This wasn’t too strange for Emily, while I never really knew nor cared what her specific religious practices were, I knew she was not a Christian, and she performed what she called “cleansing” rituals regularly. These usually involved chants and strange dances, but I’d never seen her make something like this before as part of those.

The blood-red candles were situated carefully around the drawing, which appeared to just be a circle surrounding a seven-pointed star. Between each “point” of the star were strange symbols that were completely foreign to me. Laying on the ground in front of the chalk symbol was a very ornate knife.

Curious, I picked up the knife and examined it. It was very pretty and didn’t look like a prop. Wanting to test how sharp it was, I lightly brushed my thumb along the blade, and then inhaled sharply through my teeth as it cut my skin. I whipped the digit into my mouth and suckled the open wound.

“Ow, fuck!” I exclaimed and set the knife back down, not wanting to make the same mistake again. “Damn it,” I sighed, cursing my own stupidity and set myself back to my original task. After grabbing my speaker and promptly leaving the room, I had already forgotten about what I’d seen, at least until my thumb started to throb again.

When I arrived back in the kitchen, Emily was there waiting for me.

I could immediately sense something wrong with her, she was frantically gathering up all of the L&L supplies like she was upset. “Everything okay, Em?” I asked.

“I guess, I dunno. I think I’m done for the night. Chet just broke up with me and he couldn’t have done it in a more douchey way.”

“Aw shit, I’m sorry, Em.” I took a step toward her and hugged her, sensing that she needed the gesture.

She accepted the hug of condolence and smiled slightly, “Thanks, it’s cool. I sorta saw the writing on the wall ages ago. I’ll just need a little time to myself if you don’t mind.”

“No problem,” I said, putting my hands up, “nothing wrong with shelving the session. Take all the time you need.”

She smiled again, “Thanks. Goodnight, Casey.”

“Night,” I replied as she made her way up the stairs to her room. I was suddenly very worried about whether or not I had messed anything up about her ritual in front of the mirror, but I didn’t believe in any of that stuff anyway, so I supposed it didn’t matter. I put everything back the way it was, so she wasn’t likely to notice in any case. That was, of course, assuming all that stuff really was bogus.

I smirked and idly tossed the speaker back and forth between my hands and sighing for a moment, considering and promptly dismissing the thought. Instead of worrying, I gathered up my character sheet and dice. I trudged up the stairs wondering what I was going to do for the rest of the night. Fucking Chet, I had been looking forward to finishing up that dungeon. And who the fuck in the twenty-first century is still named Chet, anyway? I supposed it was all right, I was feeling horny all of a sudden. I decided I would just masturbate and go to bed; it was getting late anyway.

When I opened the door to my room and stepped in, I had to do a double-take after closing the door, and I got so startled I immediately dropped everything I was holding to the floor.

“What the fuck!?” I exclaimed.

Laying on her side atop my bed was a woman. She was short and very pale-skinned with long, straight-cut black hair. She was wearing thick goth make-up with dark eyeliner surrounding a pair of silvery eyes and pitch-black lipstick accentuating her full, puffy lips; as well as black-painted finger-and-toenails. She was flat-chested and had pierced a nipples, details I only knew because she was almost completely naked, wearing only a pair of lacey black panties. This also had the effect of showing me that everything besides her chest was quite curvaceous. Her thighs were pleasantly meaty, and though she was lying on her side and I couldn’t see it, I could nonetheless tell that her butt had to be very shapely as well.

“Who are you?” I demanded of the stranger, “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Whoa, calm down, cutie. I know this is confusing, and I can explain.”

“Confusing? There’s a naked girl on my bed, I’m gonna call the police if you don’t start talking,” to demonstrate my seriousness, I took my phone out of my pocket and showed it to her like it was some sort of weapon.

“Girl?” she giggled cutely, “That’s a nice compliment, but I’m not a girl.”

It was in that moment, and after a closer examination of the intruder’s panties, that I realized I had mistakenly misgendered the individual. Indeed, there was a small package tucked into a part of the black panties that wasn’t lace. He was a guy, but the most girly-looking man I had ever seen outside of an anime. He passed for a woman perfectly, the internet would definitely consider him a “trap”.

“Also, my name is Caeri, and I’m in your home because I was invited here.”

“By who?” I asked, incredulously.

“Technically, you,” He replied, pointing a painted nail at me, “admittedly, you didn’t mean to.”

“What are you talking about?”

The boy—it seemed inccorect to call him a man, given how feminine he was—finally stood up. I had to make an effort to maintain eye contact because he looked so much like a girl and the stranger’s legs would put many women’s to shame. He moved with such grace and ease that it was almost freaky. “You might want to sit down,” he said. Now that he was standing, I guessed his height to be about five feet even, putting him almost half a foot shorter than myself. “Just trust me, you’ll want to. Do I look like I could do anything to hurt you? I’m not armed, I’m standing here in a pair of panties and nothing else. What am I gonna do, cut you with my piercings?” After saying this, he flicked his nipples for emphasis and rolled his eyes.

I decided to humor him, but I was still holding my phone as I lowered myself into my computer chair.

Caeri turned around suddenly and pulled his long hair away from his back and around his shoulders to the front of his body so I had a full view of his smooth back and supple rear, which I could now confirm was quite full even though I didn’t want to. I was straight but couldn’t deny that this kid’s girlish figure was sending mixed messages to my brain.

I was about to wonder why Caeri was showing me this when something caught my eye. The light source for my room wasn’t my ceiling light, as it was broken, instead I used a standing floor lamp next to my desk. Currently the full light of this lamp was casting Caeri’s shadow on the wall behind him, and at first glance the boy’s shadow looked normal, until I noticed the presence of a pair of horns on top of the head of the shadow. Additionally, a pair of wings were coming off the back, and just when I was about to doubt what I was seeing, I could see the image of a tail wiggling and whipping itself around the silhouette’s waist.

When I looked back to Caeri to confirm that none of these features were real, I found my reality shattered by the fact that they were. A pair of black, bat-like, leathery wings tipped with spike-like claws at their joints extended from his shoulder blades. A spade-tipped tail was whipping itself idly back and forth through the air, and there were smooth, sleek black horns sweeping themselves along the top of his head. The weirdest thing was that none of these features looked new to me. I realized with dawning horror that they had been there the whole time but somehow I never noticed until now.

Caeri turned back around, “See them now?” he asked.

I wanted to respond but I couldn’t. My mouth was suddenly dry.

“Don’t worry, I’m still not gonna hurt you. In fact, I’m here to serve you in whatever way you want.”

This was the last straw, I felt myself get dizzy and light-headed. Hadn’t I just been talking about how I didn’t believe in this stuff? Was I dreaming?

“Calm down there big boy, I can explain everything, and I promise I will. Just take a deep breath and don’t panic.”

I almost wanted to snap at this strange demon, to explode with panic and confusion. But I managed to steel myself, take a deep breath instead, close my eyes for a moment, and center myself. It took some effort, but I was able to get my feelings under control for the moment. Will save succeeded.

“Okie-doke, I am an incubus, my name is Caeri, and you have bound me to you in everlasting servitude. Any questions so far?”

I took another deep breath, “Incubus?” I, being an avid L&L player, knew what an incubus was. But since I had been under the assumption that, previous to exactly this moment, they were explicitly just monsters from the game and not real, I figured I would need clarification on what they actually were now that this turned out not to be the case.

“Incubi are demons, specifically sex-demons. I mean, there’s more to it, but that’s the basic gist. We’re consorts, prostitutes, strippers, whatever. Point is, whoever owns us gets to do whatever they want with us, and we have a bunch of magic powers that help us be the best fuck our masters and mistresses have ever had. We have female counterparts called succubi, probably a more recognizable term to you humans, and the idea is the same, succubi are just female.”

“Okay,” I was able to follow thus far without too much complication, “are you gonna steal my soul? Isn’t that how it works, you get bound to me in exchange for my soul or something?”

Caeri blinked, his silvery eyes sparkling with a more otherworldly sheen now, “The fuck would I do with a soul? Why would I want one? No, there’s no strings attached or anything. You just own me now. When you die, I go back to Hell and wait until someone else binds me. Probably go back to having orgies in the meantime. Those are the best, by the way, you think human orgies are good, wait until you’re in a demon orgy. Shit gets wild.”

I couldn’t help but briefly imagine a demon orgy, and it didn’t help my sudden bout of horniness which had crept back now that the fear and confusion were slowly parting my body.

“Wait,” I began realizing that I was still missing a key piece of information here, “you said I invited you here, but I never did anything like that. How did you get here and how did I end up owning you or whatever?”

“Oh, right, almost forgot. Remember that little ritual your sister had set up in front of the mirror? That was a ritual to bind an incubus to her. It was practically finished by the time you found it, all she had to do was spill her blood into the circle. You beat her to the punch when you cut yourself, a little droplet of your blood landed right dead-center of the binding circle, and now I’m yours instead.”

“Oh,” I slumped a bit. So, I ruined her ritual after all.

“Don’t worry about it. All that will happen is that she will think the ritual was bogus. There’s no way for her to know you stole her thunder.”

I supposed that was fine, but considering the circumstances I still might have preferred that she ended up with the male sex demon, she was actually into guys.

“Well,” I began, trying to change the subject, “we might have a problem.”

“Oh?”

“I’m straight, and you’re male.”

Caeri quirked an eyebrow, “Oh, I guess that’s why I came here looking like this. Incubi can look like anything we want, or our owners want, but when we first get bound to someone our default appearance changes to whatever our owner likes best. I guess I look this girly because that’s the closest thing to a lady I can get to.”

“So, you can’t make yourself a woman?” I asked, feeling a bit hopeful.

He shook his head, “Nope, this is as close as I can get. I’d say it’s pretty damn close, though. And I bet I could give myself some boobs if you wanted.” He pressed his hands into his chest thoughtfully, groping himself, before continuing, “But if that’s really not good enough for you I can be a pretty damn good wingman instead.”

“How so?”

“Well, I have crazy magic powers that are all about making people down to tango. Not just with me, but anybody. So, if you’re really not that crazy about me, even if I am a pretty nice slam-piece if I do say so myself,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “I can use my powers to make sure you never have a lonely night again.”

That was… interesting. If I hadn’t been one of the loneliest losers in the world, I might have considered the questionable morals of such a proposition. But since I was ****, I was in no mindset to consider such things.

“What exactly can you do?”

“Well, this is where things might get a little complicated. See, the fuel for my magic powers is lust, specifically lust directed at me. When my powers are all drained, all I need is a little bit of sexual thoughts directed at me to fill up my tanks. Get me so far?”

“Sure,” I nodded.

“But the best way to fill up my tanks is to… well, fill up my tanks.” Another eyebrow wiggle, “Any bodily fluid will do; sperm, urine, even blood. But the important part is that I have to be either the one that extracts said fluids, or I have to be the one being thought about in a lusty way while they are. So, if I blow somebody, they have to be really into getting blown by me specifically, that’s where the good stuff comes from, and that’s how I get the most potent ‘fuel’ for my powers.”

“I’m following, I think. Not sure what the ‘complication’ is, it wouldn’t be that hard to find someone into… you.” I gestured to his general appearance.

“Not at all, but I’m bound to you. So that means I can only get the potent stuff from you and nobody else. I can still get everyday low-grade fuel from other people fucking me with their eyes, or fucking me directly, but the high-grade stuff can only come from you.”

I was beginning to see the complication now, “So, I have to be the one to feed you. If I don’t, you can’t use your powers as often?”

“Yes, but more importantly, I can’t use the best of my powers without you feeding me meals. That’s not to say I can’t use any of my powers, there are a few I can still let you use, but they’ll be limited unless you give up the goods.

“This is the breakdown, if you want to turn your world into a veritable paradise of willing broads at your beck and call, you gotta lust after me and pump me full of your thick, creamy fluids. If you don do that, I can still get you laid, but it might feel like we’re being more covert about it. So, it comes down to you, do you think you could stomach fucking me up like a slutty girl in exchange for paradise? It’s worth noting you can use any hole you like to do the job, if you’re not much into butt-stuff.”