Make him comfortable and take it slow

You pull your hand out of his pants and he breathes a sigh of relief, but it's short lived. You grab his T-shirt and strip it off over his head. He's a little pale and a little thin, but not too bad to look at, and to your hungry eyes, he's gorgeous. He notices your gaze and crosses his arms over his chest self-consciously.

"Is this really going to help, or do you just want to get me naked and **** me?"

"Why can't it be both?" you ask with a grin. He looks ready to bolt, and you decide to take pity on him, a rare and uncomfortable feeling for a demon. You reach out and place a hand on his knee. "Relax. I may be a demon, but I'm not going to hurt you. You summoned me from a kind of hell that you cannot even begin to imagine, and I thank you for that. So I'm going to help you, and the only way that I know how to do is with sex. It's what demons are good at. But I believe it will work. Once you get a few orgasms under your belt, you won't be so nervous, and things will be better for you. Just give me a chance, okay?"

He hesitates, then nods. "Okay."

"Good," you say with a smile. "Now, take off your pants."

You don't wait to see if he obeys, you glance around for his cloak. He dropped it outside of the circle, but luckily one corner of the heavy cloth fell inside the magic barrier. You snag it and drag it to you, scattering the line of salt in the process. Standing up, you shake out the cloak and spread it on the ground to protect your bodies from the leaves and sticks. When you turn around, you find him piling his jeans to the side, with his shoes and socks, but he's still wearing his dark blue briefs, his hard-on evident through the soft material.

"Very good," you say, making it clear that you're staring at his cock. He turns pink from the tips of his ears town to the middle of his chest. "You have to quit doing that," you gently scold him. "When someone appreciates your body, it's nothing to get embarrassed about."

He looks down at the ground and mumbles, "I can't help it."

With great effort, you resist the urge to tease him. This is harder than you thought it would be. "Well, we'll work on it. Now, how do you want me?"

"I- I'm not sure what you mean."

"What I mean is..." you say, your flimsy restraint snapping like a dry twig, "do you want me on my back, with my knees up around my ears as you bury that big boner balls-deep in my ass, or on my hands and knees? Or do you want me to ride you, cowboy-style? Or we could get more creative, if you like."

"I- I don't know," he says, shaking his head, completely flustered. "Why don't you choose? I...I trust you."

His words make you pause, and you think back over all of the millennia, all of the demons, all of the memories that are part of you, trying to see how many times those words have been spoken to one of your kind. It's not very many, and it gives you a strange feeling in your chest. You like this human. You want to be nice to him.

"Okay," you say, "I'll choose."