Accidentally summons the Daemon

I heard it. The sharp cracking sound behind me like glass shattering. I felt the rush of air toward it. "Thank you very much for your call, sir. I will let him know and get back to you." I said quickly and hung up. I turned, knowing what I was going to see. The air itself was cracking. Fine dark lines suspended, widening, letting one of them through. I looked at the book again. Name: Ouzuz, soldier demon under command of Yeziroth. Thank God for that. If I'd flipped to another section, who knows what I could have accidently called forth.

There was no turning back once the process starts. I quickly drew the symbols of protection in the air that I had memorized. My body was charged with the thrill of it. Sweet little Pris, bimbo secretary and part-time necromancer. The whole world went silent, and it all crashed down. A pit of blackness formed in the center of the room as it pushed its way through with a howl of insane winds. My chest was heaving with deep breaths and my eyes were shining as I bit my lip. The darkness faded, and it stood there.

Squat? It was nearly 7 feet tall and rippling with muscle. A long jagged chunk of gore-encrusted metal hung from its right hand that one could imagine he used a sword. His large black eyes were set in a face that was all sharp angles and shiny, hairless skin, distended by the thick tusks jutting from its lower lip. Its flesh looked paper thin and had a rusty brown hue mixed with black and gray as if it were used to standing in front of a blast furnace and just couldn't scrub it out.

It looked at me and I nearly melted. It was one of Yeziroth's all right. Its twin tails swished lazily from behind it. The thick, pulsing cock started to fill with blood at the site of me. I knew it could smell me, could taste the air and know I was wet and wanting. I knew that it had charms and spells that would send my mind into heights of exctasy that could never be described.

It took a step forward. I backed against the desk and bit my lip, looking up at it. No words were needed. Damn you, Mike. Why didn't you just give it to me when I wanted it? This wouldn't be subtle.