No.

Aaralon told her no, stealing the book might disturb the girls' pleasing ritual.

The group's chanting was a flame in the wind. They chanted louder and louder until it all stopped.

Susan continued rubbing through the fabric of her panties and struggled to refrain from moaning.

The chanters looked down near the vent in the floor.

Tar'oth was frightened for a moment, but her senses alerted her of a new presence. A non-opaque shadow emerged from the floor. It was formless, and light currents of air created ripples in his being. Slowly the nothingness took on a humanoid shape, passive eyes and strong hips, clothed with flowing translucent robe.

The hooded girls looked on proudly. Susan's face was transfixed on the demon's complacent eyes. The sitting girls then kneeled facing their master. The demon walked forward.

"My faithful Susan, I see it is that time of the month,"

Susan nodded and spread her legs further, during his arrival she had removed her panties.
The shade walked forward, each step left a deep imprint in the thick animal-skin rug.

Tar'oth was amazed, she had never seen such remarkable demonic power present in the human world. As her wings flapped lightly she had **** but to masturbate feverently. Aaralon was disoriented at the other end.

The demon waved his hand and Susan turned over and stood on all four of her limbs, she looked back at him with recognition.

The demon parted his robe and knelt before her, revealing a large cock. It became hard by the demon's will, and he entered her damp pussy.

The specter showed no empathy or mercy. He struck her vagina with **** physical strength, fortunately for Susan he was running over her G-spot, so the pain was dulled by server pleasure. Susan enjoyed the fucking for a only a moment before the demon conjured a second penis on-top of his current one. She knew what was coming next.

The second one shot forward into her ass. Susan was pleased to know the penis was lubricated with something, so pain was minimal.

Content, the demon conjured 3 tentacle-like appendages and extended them to her wide-open mouth.

The demon masterfully thrusted into her, causing her to scream with each stroke. The tentacles flew into her mouth, Susan was compelled to suck on them as best she could.

Susan soon found her breasts being caressed by two freshly formed finger-less hands. Her white hair flew and parted, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body convulsed with his enormous cock.

She was forbidden to moan the demon's name, so she held in her last moan down to a whimper and the demon came all at once. She cocked and gagged on black semen, and viscous tar flooded her ass and womb. She shuddered at the icky feeling and suppressed her own orgasm successfully.

Gracefully the shade robed and stood before her drenched form in a flash.

"In time you will be rewarded Susan, I will return soon to receive my bounty," he echoed, fading away.

Tar'oth was sweating and panting, she was using her remaining strength to hold herself onto the ladder. It wasn't such a good idea to masturbate and suspend herself in the air for extended durations of time.

Aaralon felt her connection failing, and he was dying to know what was going to happen next. The frustrated mage disconnected himself from the fainting Tar'oth and marched off to the library.

While Aaralon had to talk himself out of trouble, he managed to avoid most of the guards and made his way to the closet. He found Tar'oth **** on the floor.

Aaralon was very curious of the cult, he was completely unaware that others tinkered with demons like him. Susan being a long-lasting crush combined with the effect that Aaralon knew she was into demons only further enhanced his desire to be with her.

Aaralon jumped as high as he could. But each time he landed with a thud. Failing to even near his destination, which was only a few feet above his height.

"Arghh I'm too short damn it," Aaralon scolded himself.

Aaralon stacked all the useless things in the closet on-top of each other, giving him an extra foot and a half.

Aaralon flailed and struggled to reach the ladder. But then he saw it. Aaralon picked up the knocked-out Tar'oth and used her like a rope & hook. Securing her arm on the ladder, Aaralon used her as a temporary boost to hoist him up. Tar'oth fell, landing on his stacked pile of junk, and Aaralon caught the ladder's ends.

In a lash the ladder was pulled up with ogre-like strength.

Thin hands grabbed Aaralon and pulled him up, then threw him against the wall, and then his escape was sealed with a solid wooden board.

"Alright, who was last to enter? Somebody didn't lock the door," an annoyed voice said.

"We have to tie him up--he can't interrupt Susan!" another yelled.

Aaralon was being pinned by a white robed woman. Her head was bent down so her brown hair fell parallel to Aaralon. Desperately, he pulled it down forcefully, throwing her down on her face. He stepped back quickly.

"Girls-girls-girls-you have all wrong!"

"I'm a demon enthusiast too--"

"You've been spying on us!?" one of the robed girls removed her hood. It was Sarah from Aaralon's novice fire spells class. She slapped Aaralon and then kicked him the shin.

"Owwww! But I just want to--mmpphhh" Sarah stuck a sock in his mouth and bound his arms behind his back with the help of another acolyte.

"We can let the demon deal with him when he returns," Sarah turned her attention back to Susan.

Aaralon relaxed for a second and stared at Susan.

Laid with her legs spread slightly, black tar-like fluids frothed in her vagina, and she moaned and panted. Sweat ran down her delicate face.

"Ughhhh... why did you have to pick me.... I didn't want to," she whimpered.

"Oh god," she whimpered.

The concoction in her sex erupted and slowly the black tar hardened.

Aaralon gazed in shock as a duplicate shade emerged from her gaping pussy. Another stream of demonic energy poured out of her ass, they met at the beam of ghastly energy.

No light was conceived in this marriage of energy, and slowly the tar began to concentrate in suspended motion. Like running water in reverse, the energy congregated. Another demon was born from Susan, she let out a final shriek as it finished. Susan collapsed momentarily.

The summoners looked in awe--all of them had done it too, all of them had done it many times. But the sight its self was always captivating. The energy ball whirred and it sprouted eyes, then it spoke to the 4.

"My father will be pleased," the form moaned.

As if on cue, a shade materialized.

"I see you have done it again," the demon laughed.

"I have seldom found a group capable of so many births; Susan, arise for me,"

Susan had came to and struggled to her feet. She stumbled to the demon and knelt before him.

"I will grant you one wish," the demon said humbly.

Sarah and the other summoners were taken back and felt slightly cheated, Susan had only performed one more ritual than the rest of them. They regretted forcing her to go for the third consecutive week.

Susan mumbled, "Lord....I hunger for... power, dominance, I am tired.. of sitting back passively,"

"I shall give you what you desire,"

A small cup formed in front of her. An opaque fluid filled the cup to its brims.

"Drink this, and you will become: half human-half demon, fulfilling your desires exquisitely,"

Aaralon felt a certain different kind of affection towards Susan. While he barely knew her... he felt he knew her. He also knew that becoming a demon stripped Aaralon of his chances with her. Aaralon broke free of his leg bonds and was presented with a unique choice:

"You must drink this quickly Susan, for the blood of a succubus will remain in this world for 5 mortal minutes; I must go. I will see you in a week," he moaned, turning around and walking through a wall with his new son.

Susan drudged to the cup and picked it up, holding it near her chin. She drowsily smiled.

"Wait-wait-wait," Sarah said.

Susan looked at her perplexed.

"I think the master intended us to share the drink, he wouldn't expect you to drink ALL of that," she said greedily.

"No! It's mine! You **** me to go again and so it's rightfully mine!" she hissed.

Aaralon could let the girls fight over it and let it evaporate into the earth, but it would be probably more effective to charge her and knock the glass onto the animal-skin floor. Aaralon smiled and prepared his charge.