the summoning

It seemed for a long portion of the day that today was going to be just like any of the other past 100,000 or so. She remained locked in her room just as she had for oh so very long surrounded by the aura of sex and lust. While keeping herself in isolation and avoiding the sights, that didn't mean she was isolated from the perversions of this mansion. The smells and the sounds of lust and debauchery permeated the entire lustful palace and there was no escaping them. Remaining in this room was important because if one of her kin saw her and showed any kind of sexual desire for her, at this point there is no way she could resist them and her centuries worth of suffering would be wasted. Morginia was familiar with the concept of meditation, trying to center one's mind, remove distractions, and focus on an objective and recently had tried to use a variation of that to calm her starving quim. Morginia didn't so much focus on an objective, as she tried to visualize the events happening in the other rooms around her. The scenes she imagined meant to still her weeping pussy and mentally convince herself that there was a perfectly good reason she wasn't being penetrated at the moment.

Currently the closest group she could sense was a trio of her kin going at it in a hallway fairly close to her magically locked bedroom. From the smells and auras she could tell that it was two incubi who were double teaming one of her sisters. She imagined herself in the corridor along with them, sitting on her knees and watching them with a hurt and sad expression. In the fantasy she was inventing the succubus in the middle was her wife. They were in a long-term, loving, and faithful mortal-style monogamous relationship. Or at least she had thought that's how their relationship was. Fantasy Morginia came home from work early one day to find her wife sandwiched between two random men and when caught, the spouse just smiled. "I guess I can finally drop the act and stop pretending." As the trio fucked in front of her, all of them including the make-believe spouse proceeded to verbally **** Morginia. Telling her how inadequate she was, that it was her fault that the relationship didn't remain between the two of them, and that it wasn't just these two that Morginia's wife had fucked. And it wasn't just cocks she pursued. Morginia's pussy just wasn't that great, forcing her wife to find other females to mate with. All fantasy Morginia could do was drop to her knees and cry, watching, until she finally realized what she had to do. She reached for her phone and began calling others that she knew. Encouraging them to come over and satisfy her wife. Morginia imagined herself slowly morphing into an enthusiastic cuck, craving the humiliation and degradation. Insults would become more stimulating than any actual sex had ever been. She would begin seducing others and bringing them home to fuck her wife. It was as she was imagining different seductions that she could use on men and women so that these random strangers would come home and fuck her needy, more deserving wife that it happened.

The entire fantasy was started by the smells, sounds, and lustful auras of the trio who were outside of her room and Morginia was focusing on those as her muse to keep the story going. Which made it extremely annoying when all of a sudden she felt an intense, supernaturally strong wind which was immediately followed for a few seconds by an absolute silence. She no longer heard, smelled, or sensed in any way the trio that she had been focused on. She didn't sense any of the more distant background groupings that she been around either. All the sounds, smells, tastes, and whatever else that she had come to know for the past few thousand years completely disappeared for a few seconds. Her eyes were still closed in concentration as she felt the wind around her stop and an entirely new cacophony surrounded Morginia. Entirely new and alien sounds and smells surrounded her. Even the air felt different. The ground beneath her was softer and something wet and cold was lightly ticking the flesh of her bottom. Opening her eyes, Morginia opened her mouth in stunned silence as she stood up and realized where she was.

Looking forward she saw trees. She had seen them through paintings and observations of the human world before, but she had never been in their presence. She had certainly never smelled one before. Glancing downward she saw that the cold, wet substance that was previously rubbing against her tush was grass, one more thing she had never seen before in her 3,000 years plus of life. Looking upwards she saw the night sky filled with stars and that big, white, shiny moon that she had heard so much about. She immediately knew where she was though she had a hard time believing it was real. She breathed in deeply, using her succubus senses to take in as many smells of the mortal realm as she could. It wasn't nearly as enjoyable as the smells of stale cum and sweaty flesh that she was used to, but it did have some appeal and pleasantness to it all the same. Considering how clean and pure this area it also felt like a wonderful place to fuck. Spreading a little bit of debauchery to such a pristine place was the kind of thing her kind lived for. Speaking of which, the human in front of her finely spoke. The little fool that had just summoned a succubus with nearly 300 years worth of pent up sexual frustration had no idea what she had in store for him. It had been centuries since she had used any aspects of her magical, seductive aura. That long since she had released any pheromones. And all that time she had been slowly building up her power. The young man that stood before him had no idea what he was facing and no prayer of resisting it. "Holy fuck, it actually worked," was the last coherent thought he had before Morginia began releasing her aura and charms upon him.

The boy had somehow followed the ritual correctly and because of the nature of her summoning scroll, she couldn't go more than ten feet from the center of the circle. But the magical leash that restrained her body did almost nothing to slow down her aura of seduction and with the amount of power she had built up, she had quickly reduced the summoner's mind to putty. Horny, lustful, perverted , and obedient putty. There was a time that her kind may have been more subtle, tried to make a deal, or at least taunt their human targets before luring them in, but Morginia didn't have time for that. It had been nearly three centuries since her last dick and now that she could finally break her sexual fast, she didn't have the patience for teasing. With one hand she reached out towards her summoner and beckoned him to her with her index finger. With the other hand she used her magic to dispel the limited clothing that she wore and stood naked before him. She wanted with every fiber of her being to rip her victim's clothes off without mercy. She wanted to use her taloned hand to shred them to pieces so she could get to that prick between his legs as fast as possible. But she couldn't. She had suffered too much and waited too long to start cutting corners at this juncture. But she could at least get a first kiss in. She wrapped her wings around him and pulled him into her body so they could lock lips. She pressed their lips together and their tongues began exploring one another's mouth. Overcome by arousal, his hands reached around and grabbed on to Morginia's naked ass. She moaned in lust at the boldness and hoped she could encourage more out of him soon enough. Human kisses were curious things, his tongue was inexperienced, slow, and he just dumbly and clumsily thrusted into her mouth. But dumb, clumsy thrusting wasn't exactly something Morginia was completely opposed to. After several minutes of just making out and fondling, she began to smell something else that drove her hunger to new levels. Her lover must have been rather pent up as just their making out had been enough to make him cum in his pants.

That smell was more than she could handle so she pulled her mouth away from her toy. In her most seductive and sultry voice, she placed a hand on his cheek and purred, "My boy, it seems your clothes are in the way. Perhaps we should do something about that." The guy was so consumed by the lustful aura that Morginia was emanating that it took his brain several seconds to even process what she said. At which point she had already unfastened and pulled of his belt and had pulled his pants and underwear down. There it was. The cock. Skinny and ordinary by human standards. Pathetic and laughable compared to what incubi and most sincubi carried. But for a sex-starved demon that hadn't even seen one in over two hundred years, it was absolutely beautiful. As she smelled the hot, fresh cum that was smeared across it, she became the one that started drooling a little bit. She was about to go down on it when her partner actually stepped away. She wanted to yell and scream at him until she saw what he was doing. She had told him to remove his clothes and his short-circuiting brain was doing as told. "Oh well, I needed to do this anyway," she thought to herself.

His movements away from her made Morginia realize a slight mistake she almost made. She looked behind the man and saw his plain, white shirt lying on the ground behind him. While this wasn't really a key part of her plan, she didn't want to lose out on any opportunities. As her puppet finished pulling his socks and shoes off, she reached around to grab all of his clothes and tossed them under where she was standing. For good measure she tossed his backpack and bag under herself too. With that Morginia rested her knees on his clothing, letting her pussy drip freely onto the garments lying beneath her. Now with all the responsibilities taken care of, she was free to enjoy herself. It was her turn to grab her partner's ass. She did so firmly and pulled him forward so his dick sunk right into her mouth in one fluid motion. For that brief moment as she tasted cum for the first time in so long, and on top of that it was from a human, a tear of pure happiness began to roll down one cheek. Her suffering and isolation weren't a total waste after all. Her plan might still not work, it might be crazy and far fetched, but at least she was able to take a shot. Speaking of taking shots, her partner was already shooting another one. This time directly into her mouth and Morginia made sure to gobble down every single drop. It wasn't as tasty as demon cum, but something about drinking it down felt more rewarding and much more filling. She relished the salty and savory spray as it entered her belly.

But it was time to get serious. If she was to fulfill her plan, she would need to turn down the level of her lustful aura. Not enough to make her man able to even consider refusing her, but she wanted him to at least able to think. Plus they had barely gotten started and he had cum twice. She had heard human genitals were far more fragile and **** than demons and she didn't want to break him. She needed him intact and as strong as possible when she was done with him. With a few words and his brain still waking up, she directed him to lie on his back. With minimal strength she grabbed his ankles. With a firm grasp she pulled his ass off the ground and moved him a little bit so they were positioned properly. It had been 280 years of waiting so the first time was going to be her favorite position. So with her partner situated, she sunk down onto his dick.

It wasn't as deep or thick as a demon. But it became apparent immediately that screwing humans was far more rewarding and it didn't take her long to understand why so many demons had spent so much time trying to accomplish it in the past. When she had fucked demons in the past it wasn't just their bodies that merged. To some extent it was their souls. But as one might expect human and demon souls felt completely different and as they were born and raised in Hell, demons were better trained at guarding and protecting their spirits from **** entry. In fact many demons quickly learned to do it subconsciously rather quickly. This human at least had no such protections and within seconds she may have known more of his life story than even he could remember. His name was Ryan Henderson, he was a college student, and 21 years old. He was a computer geek, a Star Trek nerd, enjoyed cartoons but downplayed it to his friends, and had terrible night vision that made him often too scared to drive at night. He was primarily heterosexual but had a very weak homosexual streak buried deep in his brain. Morginia smiled as she realized it probably wouldn't remain buried for very long. He had a love for big tits, a fetish for Asian girls and schoolgirl outfits, and had a light preference for story-based porn. Buried deep inside him were undiscovered fetishes for domination, muscular women, ****, and hairplay. Her recent sex life spent entirely in the realm of fantasy made Morginia for a moment combine many of them into one mega-fantasy. His older sister, suddenly going to the gym and becoming buff. On her knees wearing a Catholic schoolgirl outfit in front of her brother as he sat naked on a throne. The fantasy sister pulled down her top to show off her recent tit job and begged for her brother's cum until he finally obliged by grabbing her long auburn hair and wrapping some of it around his dick. With a sneer and disdain in his voice he spit on her and told her to stroke it.

The feeling of her being able to control her soul while fantasizing and poking around his so freely was one of the greatest moments of her life. That she could explore every bit of his life while continuing to impale herself on his cock was a fascinating and delicious experience. But as her soul mixed with his, she could feel the connection beginning to establish itself firmer and firmer and this is what she was waiting for. Throughout history this is when a succ had the chance to begin draining their partner's soul. And the thought of doing it was absolutely intoxicating. Morginia even begun doing it at first without intending to. It was like an involuntary action that her body begun to do without consent and it took a great deal of willpower to stop. She even needed to slow her body down to concentrate on it. After a great deal of effort she was able to stop draining his soul but the feeling and connection remained. Knowing what it felt like helped her establish the connections that she needed going forward.

She began pushing the little bit of stolen energy back into Ryan but once it had all been returned, she didn't stop. She kept "filling up" his soul but now she was sending her own essence and power into his spirit. That was the key to her plan. That was where it all would start. She needed to fill up his spirit with her dark, lusty succubus energy. But human souls were very resilient and quite good at resisting demonic nature. Which is why her initial plan required at least ten years of celibacy. She needed to spend all that time gathering up enough power and dark energy to overcome the human's natural essence. It wouldn't happen immediately either. It would take some time for his natural soul to be completely snuffed out by her energy but with the amount of power she planned to fill him with, eventually his humanity would end and an incubus would be born.

Of course speeding that along and helping him embrace his hornier desires was a part of her plan. Riding him to another orgasm she smiled as the energy she had begun feeding him allowed Ryan to remain completely rigid after his third orgasm began firing into her cunt. And once again it was a first for her in a couple hundred years so as his cum hit the walls of her pussy, her pussy responded with a gushing, squirting orgasm. The power of her orgasm was enough to make Morginia lose her balance and fall backwards onto the pile of clothes she had left lying there earlier. Perfect, just where she needed to be. She rolled over and got onto all fours, looking back at Ryan who was thinking now but not at all clearly. The only thoughts he had involved sticking his dick in places and as Morginia reached one of her arms behind her and spread her butt open to give the boy a look at her unmolested asshole, he knew where to stick it next.

The nature and terms of the scroll that Morginia made had allowed her to stay in the mortal realm for up to four hours and she intended to make use of every minute that she could. Her mortal partner was still mortal (for now at least) and had his limits even with the ever increasing amounts of demonic energy coursing through him. After nearly three hours and almost a dozen orgasms his cock began to lose its steam and he passed out. But that didn't stop Morginia. While he was awake and they were fucking, Morginia often made a deliberate effort to keep her body positioned over Ryan's clothes pile or the man himself so her fluids would rub and drip onto them. After he past out, for most of the last hour she hovered either over Ryan's clothing or Ryan himself while continuing to get herself off. She drooled, came, and dripped sweat all over Ryan and the things he brought with him for most of the time she had left on Earth. She squeezed her tit and shot demon milk all over Ryan and his gear as well. With all the cum she had taken into herself at one point she felt the need to urinate. That also wound up on Ryan's body and clothing. But as her time started running out she used some of her remaining magic to have his limp body raised into the air before dressing him back up piece by piece. Anything that he owned that didn't appear to be coated in enough of her bodily fluids quickly had that corrected. One of his socks was used to wipe her pussy. One of his pant legs was used to dry the sweat off her forehead, neck and ass. She even opened up the backpack and wiped her sweaty arms over Ryan's school and notebooks. When she was finally done doing all that she felt she could do, Morginia just collapsed and lied back in the grass.

She had done it. She had succeeded. Luckily Ryan's obsessive nitpicking instilled in him a desire to make sure he performed the ceremony right, combined with the need to not be made fun of or interrupted, encouraged him to choose a location that was somewhat isolated. There was a jogging path within eyesight but this park was technically supposed to closed at nightfall. If they were found it might be an issue as Morginia had channeled enough of her own demonic energies into him that she was probably less capable of fighting than most humans. But she didn't sense any life nearby aside from a few small wild animals. She laughed at the notion that somehow somebody that didn't even believe in demons had been the first human to summon one in centuries. That he did it solely to 'prove it was all bullshit' to a bunch of friends that also believed it was all bullshit. As Morginia felt the last few seconds approach she rolled over onto all fours and crawl over to her partner. Not particularly handsome. Not at all muscular or popular, but all her hopes rested with his ability to realize the gift he had been provided. She bent down and gave Ryan a light kiss on the forehead as she felt the wind that brought her here begin to start blowing. "Make me proud stud, show this world what real pleasure is all about."