Emily

Emily was already on her knees, sitting in the centre of the star drawn on floor with chalk powder she somehow managed to get from the School's sports room. Large white candles were placed at every intersection of the chalk lines, and a book was opened, it's pages kept open using the paper weight. The ceiling fan above was not moving, of course, the switch is off. The room was hot, and Emily wiped away the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. Despite the uncomfortable heat in the room, she can't turn on the switch, or the candles will blow out when the ritual begins. Keeping this in mind, she has opted for something comfortable to wear- a navy blue crop top, sleeveless and matching mini skirt, no bra and no panties.

Emily fumbled with the matchbox while opening it, and picked up a matchstick from the box. She rubbed the tip along the rough side, and the matchstick flared into a low flame. Before she could ignite the candle with it, it went out. The window was open. She tried again, this time giving it cover with her other hand by dropping the matchbox on the floor immediately after the matchstick lit up. Finally, she was done with all the preparations- candles lit up, and placed perfectly according to the book, lights off, book open and ready, and most importantly, she was herself ready. Emily took a deep breath, adjusting herself on her knees again, and leaned forward over the book, tracing the line she has to recite thrice. She took a deep breath, pushing the nervous down her stomach, and started the recitation. Her eyes closed shut, and hands interwined, head slightly lowering in a bow.

"OH DEMON LORD! I, EMILY MATHEWS, HEARD ABOUT YOUR GREATNESS, AND I WILL BE GREATFULL IF THE SHOWER OF YOUR KINDNESS WILL GRACE ME TOO. I AM READY FOR THE PRICE, AND I AM READY TO BE YOUR WHORE. JUST...."

"OH DEMON LORD! I,...……………."

"OH DEMON...………………………………….."

ONCE, TWICE, THRICE.

The moment she was done, she opened her left eye, looking around the room, hoping for some magical light to bright up the room, or the candle to blow out. Nothing. She witnessed nothing. She waited for a full minute, hoping for anything to happen. Atleast a small sound, but no, nothing changed, except the belief she had on that story one of her classmate told her. The belied shattered, and she huffed, a disappointed one.

"I knew it! I fucking knew it! It is bullshit. It was just a crap story made to entertain fools like me, who would belive this to be true." She confessed to herself, reaching for the book, and closed the cover shut.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept in the room, blowing out the candle, and the room has very little light coming from the open window. She looked up at the window, in the hope that the breeze didn't came from the window. But, the curtains were flowing. She felt disappointed again. Forcing herself up on her legs, she reached for the switchboard, and turned on the lights and fan. She already felt tired at the thought of having to clean all this mess she has made, or her mother is gonna kill her.

She turned around, her mind already lost in some thought, and before she could catch herself up, she stumbled upon something, or someone, and fell on the floor. She landed on her ass, her one hand landing palm flat on the floor, to hold herself up. Her eyes went up, landing on the demon's red skinned face. He had black thorns pointing towards the ceiling, a golden nose piercing dangling just above his lip, and a cruel smirk on his dark lips. Her eyes moved lower- his hard and muscled chest, his abs, his thick and dark pubic bush, and- oh fuck-she thought. His shaft was almost half her hand, hanging heavily between his thighs. It was all veiny and meaty, which made Emily gulp a fresh release of saliva forming in her mouth. His balls were hanging heavy beneath his cock, almost as big as tennis balls. He was so tall that the tip of his thorns were touching her ceiling.

"Holy shit- you're.....you're real! I thought.....you actually came!"