Don’t wait, cast the spell.

“Well, I can’t just sit here, so I’m casting the spell,” he said to Daina as he disentangles himself from her.

She lay back in the ring languidly, running her hands over her body, “You just want me to remain naked,” she teased.

Marco was struggling to focus as he started to cast the spell. As he was, Daina started to play with her cunt, stroking her lips and moaning. As he was reciting the spell, he realised he had slipped in the pronunciation and had to start again. “Are you trying to distract me?” He demanded of the succubus.

“Yes, but also, I’m horny. I’ve been sucking on your cock for an hour and really want to get fucked,” she replied.

“When we figure out what is going on, I will fuck you, alright?” he told her.

She pouted in his direction, “But that could be hours away.”

Marco had started the spell again and, this time, managed to maintain his focus. As he finished the ritual, fire erupted around the ring. It filled the room except for the circle. Marco heard the banshee wail as the light caused it to flee. As the darkness left the room, Marco realised he was in trouble. The room was sweltering and getting hotter, and if the Banshee wasn’t dead, he couldn’t just stop the fire, or it would return.

“Shit, OK, so what’s next?” he asked Daina.

She smiled, “Well, I don’t mind cavorting in fire, but I think it might hurt you.”

He thought for a moment, “Wait, you can walk through the fire?”

“Of course, I am from a hellscape,” she replied.

“Alright, I will scratch out the circle, so you will be able to leave. You go find something to make a torch out of and bring it back, then I can light the torch in the fire before extinguishing it, and I will have a source of light to fend off the banshee.” He explained his plan to her.

She smiled, “Sounds like a good plan, but isn’t your binding of me attached to the circle? If you break the circle, won’t I be free? What’s to make me come running back at all.”

“I’ll fuck you, as hard and as long and as often as you like,” he said.

She smiled, “Oh, more than that, I think, you’ve used me as your **** for a while now. I think we should swap roles.”

“Alright, fine, it’s a deal. I’ll be your ****, whatever you like,” he conceded.

She smiled broadened, “Deal, let’s seal it with a kiss, then you can break the circle.” She rose slowly and stepped closer to him before she reached out and gently grabbed hold of his cock, pulling him to her and planting a kiss upon his lips. “I can’t wait.”

Marco leant over and scratched out the edge of the protective circle. “Hurry,” he said.

“Oh, there’s no need. The banshee is gone,” she said.

“What, how do you know that?” he asked.

“It’s simple, really. Banshee’s attack men who have wronged women, but if they make amends, they leave. You made me your ****. Now you have made amends by becoming mine.”

Marco undid the ritual, and as the fires dwindled, he looked at her, “You tricked me?”

She laughed, “I am a demon remember, but I will fulfil my end of the deal and get you a torch. I just thought you would like to not bake in the meantime.”

“I can’t believe it, so what now? You want to fuck right here?” he asked.

She laughed, “I have a few things in mind first.”