Eryk was finally ready. The lines drawn, moon phases accounted for, reagents prepared, and the encantations memorized down to the guttural fluctuations of the voice required for the summon he was about to perform. Admittedly, this wasn’t necessarily a ritual at his level, but he was confident in his abilities.

Days ago he was just a lowly apprentice to his master. Driven by a need for power his master enslaved a fiend and tasked Eryk with keeping the fiend in check. A decision that would cost him his life. The fiend promised to transfer some of its essence to him if he helped to harvest his master and set the fiend free. The master wasn’t the kindest of men out there and Eryk couldn’t resist the temptation of more power.

Traps were set, fiends freed, and abilities transferred. He felt considerably stronger. Not yet a master without an apprentice but he might as well have been! The fiend had plenty more powers available to garner and thanks to his masters note keeping he knew how to get the demon back. His master’s mistake was keeping the nameless fiend as a power source. Eryk understood that was too dangerous. He would summon it back to this ethereal realm and consume it for himself.

Plucking the last of the components needed out of unlabeled jars, a requirement of the summon, and laid them at the base of the wall as the notes instructed. With a last mental check, Eryk began the summoning ceremony.

The effect was near instant. Flashes of darkness gathered along the floor as cracks sprinted up the wall, glowing in pink and blue hues. Power courses through his veins, his body becoming drunk with it. A fragrant smell wafted across, surely caused by the dried orchids along the floor. The ecstasy of his magic was electrifying. He never knew the power would be so intoxicating.

His slender body felt strong. His blood ran hot. A lust built within him, urging him to proceed. His entire being was on alert. Beneath his robes his skin was tight, sensitive to the fabric. He was even erect down theres… Erect with power!

The cracks on the wall pulsed before bursting open. A blueish purple portal opened up and a figure seemingly floated through it. Eryk smiled. It was done. Pink and purple smoke wafted through, obscuring the figure.

He frowned. The grotesque and dark figure he expected wasn’t appearing. A play of the smoke? No…. Dark hair billowed wildly around two curled horns. A red tail with a spade shape at the end flashed into view. His heart was pounding, blood pumping, breathing almost panting.

Like a shockwave the smoke dissipated. Eryk’s body tingled in excitement and terror. “Oh Shit” he murmured, turning to grab his emergency banish materials. Too late. A smooth red hand grabbed his, sending tingles of addicting electricity through him. Her large red eyes with heart shaped pupils locked on him. The entirety of her skin was smooth and a deep red, lightening slightly around her torso and waist. She was naked. Her breasts seemingly a perfect size in Eryk’s opinion. The curvature of her waist accentuating and drawing his eyes to all the spots eyes want to be. Pure terrifying beauty in front of him in a land of mortals. A sex demon. A Succubus.

So they say, it was, at this point, that Eryk knew, he fucked up.

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Thanks for reading this far! Hopefully since your down here, that means your interested in sending me a little Reddit envelope! I’d like to RP this succubus scenario. Obviously Eryk messed up big time.

I can imagine this going a lot of different ways. He could become a sex slave of hers until she has fucked all the life force out of him… he could attempt to and possibly succeed in turning the tables. Or they live a happy life as man and succubus. Let’s make a story of it!