Tell the demon not to go

"Wait, I've thought of something," you say. "But first, why are there demon-summoning candles and incantations in my basement?"

"Your father and I met on one of his adventures many years ago," the demon said. "Since then, he has summoned me here to see to his needs."

"His needs?" you repeat, certain he can't mean what it sounds like he means. "You don't mean...sex...do you?"

"Indeed I do," the demon says. "When your father could no longer go adventuring to find the excitement and satisfaction that he craved, he built this place, so he could stay at home and care for you, and still find release."

"That is way more information about my father's sex life than I needed to know," you say, but you can't hide your stiffening cock or the musky perfume rising from behind your balls. "So, if I asked, would you do me the same service?"

"It would be my pleasure," the demon said, one of his tentacles sliding up your leg and caressing your thigh. You shiver and spread your legs.