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Wow, Tik Tik, that story of yours was fucking boring! No wonder you didn't understand the importance of slimes in the erotic arts. Yeesh, you and your friends took down Estrasa, and she didn't send a single of those things at you? She really dropped the ball there, didn't she? I'm going to take this pen of yours, and I'm going to tell your readers a really sexy story. None of this analysis shit. Let's go!

In a small city far from the dens of vice of Anteronia, there lived an alchemist named Jeremiah Stalish. Now, Stalish had been creating all sorts of wonderful brews—cures for ailments that would not plague the world for years, riches for himself, and the most potent drugs that even give demons a buzz. But, there was one thing he was never able to do. That's when he turned toward the book that gave him the incantations to summon me.

Sitting at the demonic circle, Stalish raised the cup of blood up high and chanted the incantations “Venite daemonium, et vocavi te in nomine tuo, Zelb——!"

With a flash of hellfire, my wondrous material form emerged. Physical shape—it is the most wondrous feeling there is. Really, there is no feeling without it. So, as soon as I manifested, I set to work, feeling the smooth curve of my body and letting out a luxurious moan.

Stalish, meanwhile, kept up a grim resolve, even at the sight of my magnificence, but I could tell that while he was strong in mind, his body was weak, so weak, so brimming with lust. I placed my finger upon my lips and leaned in, letting him see my flesh and desire it, but, he did not falter in his resolve as he instead spoke his desires to me.

“Demon, Zelb—, you are under my command, now."

“Oooh, yes, Master… only because you did such a good job…" I purred. Of course, I was lying. His syntax was so rudimentary, but he was cute, so I played along. “What is it you wish of a little demon like me?" An understatement to be sure. He liked his women busty, and that's the form I took for him.

“I desire the means of procreation," he says “but no woman has been able to take my seed."

I floated back, spreading my legs and sliding my wettened fingers down my glistening body. “Oooh, so you wish to take me, master, as the mother to your child?"

He shook his head, so I crossed my legs and pouted. “Then, what the fuck do you want?"

“What I want from you-" he said, standing up and letting his robes fall down before him, revealing his thin and nude form. Still a cutie, but that dong, Tik. Oh, sorry, saliva on the page. Where was I?

“What I want is to make for me the perfect mate, one who will take my seed and create a perfect heir to my name."

That was when I had my idea. Oh, Tik Tik, my beautiful host, all the things I used to be able to do. Life got boring after a while, but the fun times came whenever some simpleton thought to take advantage of my power. “Alright, master, please relax as I give you what you desire. I just… need to make contact with you…" I held my hands out, beckoning him towards a warm embrace.

He brushed aside the salt used to hold me in place within the trap, breaking the spell on my physical form. It was then I came upon him, spinning around his small frame before I pressed my body up against his, bountiful breasts squishing against his small back. My hands wrapped around his body, sharpened nails teasing at his smooth flesh. He was of an impish stock, weak and hairless, but with a powerful mind. “Your will is strong," I whispered to him, hot breath brushing at his ear, “But let us see just how strong…"

With that, I slipped my hands down, fingers wrapping around his length as my other hand made quick work to fondle upon his balls. This is when my demonic magic began. Lubrication is of no concern for a demon, as my touch instantly made him leak. He provided us with all we needed to let my hand slide up and down his shaft. The more I stroked, the more he oozed, and the more he blushed, breaking down his facade of control. I wondered then if he knew that I had complete domination over him and not the other way around, but the game was too good to ask and risk breaking the illusion.

He would answer me, in his own way, thrusting forward, fucking my hand like the desperate little whore he had become.

They all think they can control it—their natural desires, perverted to something I can control. Why mortals try to think what they are doing is giving up their minds, their very souls, for the base pleasure is beyond me. I may be lust incarnate, yet the power that wells up in mortals as I open their hearts to my temptation—that is true power.

White pearly cum dripped from between my fingers and oozed from his cock head, sprinkling the stone floor with more jism than any man should be able to hold. His groans were a mix of surprise and pleading, his hips frantically moving of their own accord.

That face he made the moment he reached orgasm is etched upon my mind. That was the moment I had won. The moment he gave up being a learned scholar and became nothing but my little slut. Even if it was just for that moment, he remembered it for the rest of his days.

The eruption that resulted was a spectacle as well. I let go of him and let his cock explode all on its own. Standing back, I gave myself a little taste, bringing my stained fingers to my lips, my tongue wiggling between the cracks as he fell to his knees, gallons upon gallons of orgasm working through him, splashing all upon the floor until he was completely dried out, his cock heaving with the need to make more, but there was no more.

“There… your heir," I said to him, giving him a quick bow.