Malacia

You finish your Latin chant and prick your finger, letting a drop of blood fall from it onto a candle, snuffing it out. Within a moment, a tall horned demon appears in the centre of your summoning circle.

"Who dares summon Malacia, Lady of the Bone Plains?" the demon roars.

It's been a long day for you. First, work, then a couple of drinks at a bar. Now you're heading home, a little tipsy and looking forward to your comfortable couch.

You pass through an alley on the way home, a shortcut that saves you several minutes. You've never had any issues here, but tonight, something swoops out of the shadows and pins you against a concrete wall.

When you regain your senses, you see you're being pinned in place by the strong arms of a six foot tall woman with pale skin, horns, red hair and a look of horny desperation in her eyes. You also note that she is wearing very, very little clothing.

"You." she hisses. "I can sense the erotic energy that burns deep in you. I need it." She slides a strong hand up your thigh and presses it hard against your crotch. "And I'm going to take it. If you're smart, you'll play along, little mortal. If not..." she shrugs. "That might be more fun. For me. Not you."

She begins undoing your zipper as she plants a kiss on your mouth.