Corson, the degrading demon

It was supposed to be just for fun. You found the book in an antique shop randomly one day (or maybe it wasn't random? Maybe it called to you...?). It was close to Halloween, so you got the book as a prank, to fool around with your friends at a Halloween party. You all wore costumes, lit some candles, and read the strange spells from the book. Love spells, curse spells, spells for attracting money or fortune. But you had the biggest laughs when you read the spells for summoning an incubus. How silly. Your friends teased you a little, said that you weren't dating anyone in so long that this spell was your last resort. You were tipsy and you laughed as well, thinking nothing of it.

Until the next evening.

You were still a little hungover after the party, so you decided to go to bed early. But the moment you turned off the lights, you spotted a figure standing in the corner of your room. You sat up in your bed abruptly, and turned on the bedside table lamp. Once the light filled the room again, the figure in the corner disappeared. You exhaled in relief.

You switched the lights off again.

And this time the figure was right next to your bed.

You felt a big, strong, clawed hand gripping your throat. Then pinning you down to the bed. "Foolish mortal... needy slut... how dare you summon me?" you heard a deep growl in the darkness.

As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you saw him. Right above you, kneeling on your bed and towering over you, pinning you down - was a demon. His skin a shade of deep blue ink, like a night sky. His eyes glowing red. He was huge. And strong. You tried to squirm on the bed, but your weak protests were futile.

“Don’t fucking squirm, whore.” he growled. “You summoned me… so you will get what you bargained for. You will make it worth my while.”

You felt something brush against your inner thigh. It felt strange, like a slithering snake. You glanced down, and saw a spike-tipped tail wrap around your thigh, squeezing tight. The demon pulled your legs apart, and sniffed the air.

“I can smell your wet cunt.” he growled. “Does it turn you on to be helpless? To be overpowered?” A wicked smirk stretched his lips, baring his sharp fangs. His forked tongue flickered out for a second. “Look at you, getting off on being treated like the dirty little slut you are…”