Do as he asks and pull out

With a groan that barely expresses the monumental restraint that it takes, you pull out of him and step back, your stiff cock swaying back and forth, the dark purple head shiny with fluid. Your balls are heavy and full, aching with their pent up load, but you want more than just the brief release of your own hand.

After a moment, he pushes himself to his feet and turns to face you, his knees so wobbly that he has to sit down on the log. He regards you, a most serious expression on his face, making him look much older than he did a minute ago.

"You didn't have to stop," he says finally.

"I told you, I didn't want to hurt you," you say.

"Why?" he asks, almost demanding. "Why don't you want to hurt me? You're a demon; isn't that what demons do?"

A parade of images scroll through your mind, memories of pain, fear, torment, and ****. He's right, you are a demon. But there's something different about you, because there's something different about him.

"You're not like other demon summoners," you tell him. "The humans who typically call up demons do so for evil purposes. You didn't. You summoned me...because you were lonely. There is no evil in you, and maybe that means there's a little less evil in me." You shrug. It doesn't really matter. Maybe once you're sated the two of you can philosophize about the nature of good and evil in relation to demons and their masters, but right now, you just want to do something about your throbbing cock.