Stinky Succubus

Dreams and nightmares, desires and fears, these things that drove mortals wove together in a basement in the Demon King's castle. A trio of witches stood around a summoning circle, arcane symbols drawn on the ground in blood. Their wands seemed to reach out, pointing to specific thoughts and images that drifted past the site of their ritual, dragging them into the circle. They could feel the mana inside the circle begin to condense, from a pillar of pink smoke into a vaguely humanoid shape, and their chanting grew louder.

The arcane words they spoke helped guide the shape of the mana, until all the lights went out for a moment, returning to reveal the figure that had been conjured by the witches.

She stood at a less than imposing 5'1, with bright red skin and black hair in a pixie cut. She had cute yet impish features and a slim build. Her bust was flat for a succubus, black leather wrapping tightly around her chest. She wore black leather shorts that were as tiny as possible, and wore a pair of black high-heeled boots with stockings that came up to her thighs. The first word she spoke was her name, a string of Infernal words that the witches hastily recorded. After a moment one said, "You shall be known as Leraje," combining a couple characters from the dozen that made up the demon's true name.

Leraje stepped forward, exiting the summoning circle, and approached the witch who'd spoken to her. Like the others, she had green skin, wore a pointed hat and robes, and had a hunched back and warts on her face. Leraje leaned in, took in a big whiff of air, and smiled lewdly. "You're so sweaty~ You must have been at this for hours~ Let me memorize your stench~"

The witch responded promptly with a slap to the succubus' face. "You may be prettier than me, but I won't let you get away with calling me stinky!"

"Who cares about looks? Stinky is sexy!" Leraje replied, rubbing her cheek.

The witch reexamined the demon's true name, and realized she'd helped to summon a rather odd succubus. Usually succubi had mature looks and dominant demeanors, intent on exploiting the fantasies of mortals. Others took on more demure and personalities, tempting mortals into ravishing them. But, on occasion, there were succubi with more... niche specialties. And it seemed this was one of them. The witch sighed, worried this one wouldn't amount to anything.

But judging wasn't her job, summoning was. So she simply waved the succubus towards the door and said, "Step out there, and you'll receive your orders." With that, she and the other two witches returned to their spellcraft, needing to summon far, far more demons in order to secure the Demon King's conquest.