Circles within Circles

“Tia! Tia Angela! You home?” I call out as I walk into the open plan kitchen-lounge, yet no answer came.

Huh.

I take a look around the house, she’s clearly home as her car was in the drive but all her blinds and curtains are closed. Maybe she’s hungover? I muse as I make my way down the hall past the empty guest bedroom, and the toilet.

“Tia Angela, you up?” I ask a bit confused as a low purple light glows under the door, soft whispers drift on the air as I approach. “Tia?” I ask again as I rap my knuckles on the door, 'did she get some mood lighting?'.

The whispers stop.

I wipe beads of sweat from my brow as I wait, the heat inside the house is insane, like the AC is cranked up for no reason.

“Yes!” Aunt Angela replies, sounding out of breath, “Yes come in!” Her accent thick with her Cuban heritage.

Cautiously I open the door and step inside, slowly processing what I’m seeing.

On the floor is my Aunt Angela, wearing nothing but a racy black lace thong, her modest c-cups out for all to see, her dark areola standing to attention as small drops of sweat dot her skin. Her smooth tanned skin is covered in writing in a language that I just don’t recognise, but it’s hard to focus on that anyway, considering she’s face down in the doggy position, her juicy heart shaped ass staring me in the face.

In front of her a large glowing purple pentagram covers the floor with various offerings laid at the five corners, and a burnt book lies in her outstretched hand.

“Tia Angela?” I ask completely dumbfounded though more at the glowing pentagram not my cultist aunt.

The door suddenly slams shut behind me, making me whirl round, fists at the ready, “Your ‘tia’ isn’t going to be waking up until I want her to my dear” a warm voice answers.

My eyes shoot wide open, as what I can only describe as a god's honest demon stands before me. Curved but sleek black horns grow from her head, long straight black hair hangs down to her waist. Her skin is a dark purple, her eyes bright yellow, her hands are capped in claw like black nails and a prehensile tail swishes back and forth behind her. She’s wearing absolutely nothing at all, her plump and massive double-d tits out on display, nipples hardening by the second as her trimmed and neat pussy looks slick with arousal already.

“My my, you ARE quite the specimen aren’t you” she grins hungrily as her eyes savage my body.

“You’re... a demon... a succubus...” I mutter nervously as I back up towards Aunt Angela.

“Well well, and you’ve got a head on those shoulders that most mortals lack. Usually it’s a lot more screaming and swooping of axes and pitchforks” she says bemusedly licking her lips.

“Yeah well that might come later” I offer with venomous sarcasm as I stop beside Aunt Angela, my head starting to feel heavy, like I've got a terrible migraine whilst being high.

“MIGHT. A curious word to use, you mean to say you may NOT try and kill me” She asks face full of eager curiosity, one foot beginning to rise and fall in front of the other slowly, hips swaying with each step.

“Stay the fuck back. I never said I might not kill you, I just don’t know how to fuckin deal with something like you” I spit, worried about my Aunt, and hell the rest of the neighbourhood.

“Then... may I offer a proposition?” She asks innocently as she places a finger to her lips. She’s within striking distance now. The smell, gods it’s intoxicating.

“What proposal?” I demand sternly, I need to get my Aunt out of this safely and get rid of this thing at the same time, my eyes scan the room quickly and I notice a couple of things, namely a cross and bowl of holy water by my aunts side, sitting atop a funny looking bible almost identical to the one I realise I dropped when I came through the door.

“There’s a war coming my child, a war humanity will not win. In truth it’s started already” she begins as I look back to her, finding her less than a foot from my face freezing me in place. “The Princes of Hell are coming to this world, but first we must seek out worthy vessels for our Masters. You have the common sense, and the strength to be one. Marine.” She whispers, suddenly her hands are running over my chest. “I offer you power. Power to destroy your enemies. Power to take what you want. Power to do what you want. All you need do, is lay with me, lay with me, fuck me willingly, with your soul laid bare I will impart some of mine onto yours, and you will change becoming a Higher Demon, like me.” She explains, her hands caressing and teasing every muscle in my body.

I can feel the demoness’ lips on my neck, her hands on my body, her tail rubbing my cock to excitement, my body feels heavy, drowsy with whatever it is she is doing to me, I can't think straight.

“You’re a succubus, you’ll kill me” I groan as her hand grasps my thick shaft slowly masturbating my eager member.

“Wrong. And wrong.” She smirks, “I’m a Daughter of Lust, one of Prince Asmodeus’ sweet children, and I have been chosen to inherit his lands when the war is over and my beloved father descends to Earth. So I have no intention of killing you, I need a man like you by my side you see” she smiles “To help me govern my new lands when the invasion begins. A strong, capable man to protect me, to fight for me. So... what do you say?” Her hot breath dances across my ear as she leans in close, fangs glinting subtly in the dim light of the room.