Great, hope you enjoyed that! Now, for this one...?\n\n[[Yep, let's do it.|Scene 26]]\n\n[[Nah, I'm cool.|Scene 29]]
The End.\n\nSpecial thanks to:\n\nMichael Lutz\nKelsey R. Marquart\nStephanie Smith\n\nfor testing, proofreading, and excellent suggestions.\n\n[[Restart?|Intro]]
@@color:green;I'm looking for a DEMON. MALE. That means:\n\nNo goblins, gremlins, cacodemons, archviles, reapers, incubi, mancubi, or succubi disguised as incubi!\n\nAND\n\nNO\n\nHUMANS!!!!\n\n[[I roll my eyes. It's just a preference, right?|Ad Hub]]
"That was amazing," I gasp. \n\nHe smiles, shifting onto his side. "Thank you, Tristan. I'm glad you enjoyed our...first meeting."\n\n"Oh, um...I never got your name."\n\n"Mephistopheles." My mind buzzed. I've heard that name before. English class...Faust! Oh, fuck me.\n\n"SERIOUSLY?!" \n\nHe laughs. "It's just a name, Tristan."\n\n"So you're not...//that// Mephistopheles?"\n\n"No. I'm not going to try to steal your soul, don't worry."\n\n"...oh. Mephistopheles...kind of a mouthful. Can I call you...Meph?"\n\n"If it pleases you."\n\nWe laid in silence for a few more minutes. I still couldn't believe that he was here, what we had just //done.// I felt like I had so much more to ask him.\n\n[[Talk about attractiveness.|Scene 17Attract]]\n\n[[Talk about Meph.|Scene 17Meph]]\n\n[[Talk about death.|Scene 17Death]]
@@color:green;Summoning your demon companion is easy! All you need is:\n\n-Some salt\n-Five candles.\n-A personal object connected to the demon.\n\nThen follow these short instructions to complete the ritual!\n\n[[Continue...|Scene 10]]
Day 3 with a demon and the doubt begins to set in.\n\nI wake up. Meph is still asleep. It's Saturday, so I don't have to worry about class. I look over. My clock reads 9 AM. The thoughts start.\n\n//What the fuck am I doing? The past couple of days have been a haze. I keep thinking about him. He's...a demon! He's not even human! Is this right? Is this really what I want? What if we stay together? Am I going to introduce him to my family? How could I?\n\nI've never...felt this way about a person before. I'm tired of feeling alone. I'm ''tired'' of it. Meph wants to treat me right. I think. God, I don't even know. I'm happy with him, why can't I let myself have that? It's been a couple of days and already I'm doubting myself. Doubting him. Why can't I let myself be happy?//\n\nI'm crying now, heavy sobs that start to stain my pillow. I suddenly feel myself being pulled close to Meph. I bury my face in his chest and continue to cry.\n\n"I can leave if that's what you want, Tris."\n\nI try to speak through the tears. "It's...it's not you, Meph. It's me. I'm just...I'm scared. I'm confused! Nothing like this has happened to me before."\n\n"I understand, I'm sorry. My appearance was sudden--"\n\n"It's not that! I've never...//felt// like this before." I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. "I think...I'm falling in l--" he puts a finger to my lips.\n\n"You don't know that yet, Tris. We've known each other for a very short time. A whirlwind couple of days, yes, but a short time nonetheless."\n\n"So what do I do?"\n\n"I think...that we should do what we have been doing. Take it one day at a time. We are here, right now, together. That's all that matters."\n\n"And what about the future? What if you get bored of me?"\n\n"If we decide to go our separate ways in the future, than we shall. If not, then we won't. Either that day comes or it won't, Tristan. It doesn't make sense to worry about it right now, does it?"\n\n"...no. I suppose it doesn't." There's a small pause. "Will...will you show me your home sometime?"\n\n"If you'd like. I would show you whatever you'd want to see if it made you happy, Tristan."\n\n"Thank you, Meph. That means a lot to me. I hope I can do the same for you."\n\n"You already have, Tristan."\n\nI contented myself with that, for now. We cuddled together. Maybe after this weekend we'd part ways, content in the time we'd spent together. Maybe he would stay. For now, there is just today. How we would spend the day together...well, we could figure that out when we got out of bed.\n\n[[But even that can wait for now.|End]]
"Oh, calm down," she says. "I'm just kidding. So is this a one and done deal or something else?"\n\n"I'm not really sure yet, actually. We're going to hang out again today. Soon."\n\n"That's great, Tris! If I can be frank--"\n\n"When aren't you?"\n\nShe gives me another look. "Okay, that's fine, I deserve that! But seriously, I know we don't know each other that well, but you keep to yourself a lot, and you seem...I dunno, lonely. You're still new here, I know, and I'm sure that will pass, but a fling can help...distract you, I guess."\n\nI was taken slightly aback. Natalie hadn't talked to me like this before. "Y...yeah, you're right. Thanks."\n\n"Sure. I'm going to head out in a minute or two to Jenny's, so feel free to get loud here tonight if you want." She grinned.\n\n"Well, uh, before you go...I appreciate you talking to me. I mean in general. You were my first friend here, and that means a lot to me."\n\n"Of course, Tris. You're a great guy!"\n\nI smile. "Thanks."\n\n[[I head to my room as she gets ready to go.|Scene 20a2]]
Well, we had sex, and it was really, really good. That's all you need to know!\n\n[[Great, carry on.|Scene 17]]
"So, I remember you saying you were drawn to me. Why is that?"\n\n"Some humans--like yourself--exhibit a kind of...light that attracts us demons. It is the mark of a special kind of human, one who is full of caring and life. Many demons seek out these humans to devour their essence."\n\n"And you?"\n\n"I don't often seek them out. But when I do, I..."\n\n"You like to devour //other// things." \n\nMeph looks surprised. //"Tris!"// I laugh, then after a moment he joins in. "No, I...seek to make that light grow."\n\n"What makes it grow?"\n\n"Love."\n\n"I...suppose I'm not the first human you've visited, then."\n\n"...no. There was another, a long time ago in your years, a very short while in mine."\n\n[[Ask Meph about his past lover.|Scene 23]]
My breath caught in my throat. @@color:red;He@@ looked exactly like the drawing in every way.\n\n"Tristan," he said. He //spoke//, Jesus Christ. His voice was a low rumble that hit my ears like a sweet symphony.\n\n"Y...y...you're..."\n\n"Here? Yes. I am. So kind of you to find me." My eyes took him in. My gaze lowered, then stopped suddenly. My eyes snapped up to meet his.\n\n"You're naked!" I blurted. \n\nHe laughed, a low chuckle. "Yes? You may have deigned to protect my dignity when you drew me, but I have no need for clothes in Hell."\n\nI managed a weak "oh" and I swallowed hard.\n\nA silence hung in the air. His eyes were locked on me. I was desperately searching for something to say.\n\n[["So...uh...do you..."|Scene 14]]\n\n[["What do you...I mean..."|Scene 14]]\n\n[["Do you want to...uh...well..."|Scene 14]]
I started in a whisper, <<timedinsert 2s>>but just a few words in and I felt my throat tense.<<endtimedinsert>> <<timedinsert 5s>>I started speaking louder, and...I couldn't stop! //Okay,// I thought. //This is weird...but at some point Natalie is going to kick my door open and call my bluff, right?//<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 12s>>I continued chanting. My words continued to get louder, until I was practically shouting. My eyes darted around as I tried to make sense of what was going on. Nothing out of the ordinary presented itself. The chant continued on, despite my efforts to close my mouth or stop.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 20s>>Then<<endtimedinsert>><<timedinsert 22s>>...something changed.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 25s>>The air in the room cooled suddenly. A breeze blew through it, blowing papers around and swirling the salt on the ground, kicking it into the air. The drawing floated up into the cloud of salt, and ignited. The flame dissipated, almost as fast as it started, and a cloud of smoke spread outwards from the cinders.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 36s>>Then, a gust of wind, like a sonic boom, burst outwards from the center of the summoning circle, blowing out the candles, pushing the salt back to the ground, and dissipating the smoke.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 44s>>[[He was standing there.|Scene 13]]<<endtimedinsert>>
Luckily, I didn't have to get anything too weird. The main part was "a personal object connected to the demon." My drawing.\n\nFirst step: I had to wait until it was night. Natalie told me she was going to be at her girlfriend's place tonight, so I was alone in our apartment. It was already sundown by the time I got home, and within a half an hour it was dark. Time to start.\n\nI began by pouring the salt onto the floor of my bedroom in the shape of a pentacle. //Somehow, I doubt I'm the first art student to do this.//\n\nI arrange the lit candles so that there was one at each point of the pentacle. This was my "summoning circle."\n\nI rip the drawing out of my notebook and place it into the middle of the circle.\n\nI clear my throat and hold my phone. Last thing; I had to "chant" a "spell." The words were lit in green on the screen.\n\n[[I begin to speak the words.|Scene 12]]
//Is this a good idea?// I thought. I almost smacked myself. //First of all, nothing is going to happen. You've been wasting your time over a ''drawing.'' All you're going to end up with is disappointment. Just like everything else in your life.\n\n...my life. Whatever.\n\nThis is probably Natalie playing a prank on you! You're going to get a bunch of salt on your floor and then she's going to come laugh at you!//\n\nStill...I found myself getting ready to go out. If this is really a prank, might as well see it through and let Natalie get her laugh. What's the worst that could happen?\n\n[[Time to hit the grocery store I guess.|Scene 11]]
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After a while, he flips me over and straddles me, rubbing his dick against my ass.\n\n"I...do you want to fuck me?" I say, as breathily as I can, though its more like a hushed squeak.\n\n"Yes."\n\nI turn to look at him. "Do you need a con...dom..." I try to cover up my ridiculous statement by laughing. He smiles at me.\n\n"If you'd like."\n\nHe fucks me. He is surprisingly tender, considering how strong he is. I thank god that nobody else is home to hear my moaning. It's loud. A lot louder than usual.\n\nWe fuck for a while. He has infinite stamina, it seems like.\n\nAt some point I'm on my back again, my legs on his shoulders.\n\n"I...I'm getting close..." I whisper. He nods, continuing to thrust inside of me. I cum on my stomach, groaning as I do so. I feel him cum inside of me. Thankfully, the little voice in the back of my mind insisting that a demon's cum must be lava is proven false.\n\n[[We lie on the bed together.|Scene 17]]
God, his lips are soft. That's probably a weird thing to think, but considering this is my first point of contact with him, it seems appropriate. Just...soft. And real.\n\nAs we kiss against the wall, he runs a @@color:red;single pointed claw@@ down my chest, slicing my shirt open in one swift motion. He tears it off of me. I don't have the chance to ask him how he did that without hurting me. We're on the bed now.\n\nIt turns out, sex with a demon isn't too much different from sex with a human. There are some things to get used to, of course. While we make out on the bed, for instance, I reach down to grab his ass. His @@color:red;tail@@ winds its way around my arm and pushes it against the bed. His tail is as strong as I am!\n\nLater, he moves down my body and wraps his lips around my dick. In ecstacy, I move to run my hands through his hair and almost impale myself on his @@color:red;horns@@. I settle with running my fingers along those instead. Then I start to wonder if that's, like, doing anything for him. Does he have nerves in there? Do demons have nerves at all? For that matter, does the concept of "anatomy" have any be--\n\nA soft bite on my inner thigh snaps me back to reality and I let out a little moan. I raise my head and meet his gaze. He's grinning.\n\n"You can continue to do that, if you like. It...feels good."\n\n[[I content myself with doing so.|Scene 16]]
He sprang forward with incredible speed, gripping my head with both hands and pushing me up against the wall. He let out a low growl.\n\n"So, //mortal//, what do you think you're doing summoning a demon from the Abyss? Do you understand what power you're dealing with? Do you think I will submit myself to you? Do you think you have //any// power over me?!"\n\n//Ohhhhhh god, I'm going to die here, aren't I?// I could feel the power in him. He could snap my neck like a fucking twig. It felt like around now was when my life was supposed to be flashing before my eyes. The end was here. So why. Why why WHY am I hard?\n\nSuddenly, he smiles, a genuine, kind smile. "A little joke, Tristan. To...how do you say...break the ice." \n\nI let out a gasping breath of relief. "Oh my god! I thought you were going to kill me!" \n\nHe pushes in closer to me, his leg rubbing up against my erection. He looks down, then back at me. "Interesting response, Tristan. I didn't think you would be one to like it...rough."\n\n"Not...usually! Uh, I mean--" he kisses me.\n\n[[I melt instantly.|Scene 15Warning]]
Later, at school, I walk the halls of the Fine Arts building, heading to my next class.\n\n@@color:purple;"You left your home, I see."@@\n\n"What?!" I whirl around, looking for Meph.\n\nHe wasn't there. Just people passing me, staring at me like I...well, like I just yelled at nothing, I guess.\n\n@@color:purple;"Sorry, Tris. I'm...well, I'm at your home right now. I am speaking directly into your mind."@@\n\n//Do I...just think back to talk to him? I'm not even sure what muscle to flex for that. Can you hear me, Meph?//\n\n@@color:purple;"Yes, I can."@@\n\n[[//So can we talk like this at any time?//|Scene 20]]
I wake up the next morning.\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>Alone.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 5s>>//Fuck. Fuck! Where did he...I didn't dream that, did I? No, my ass is too sore for that. Did I...do something wrong? Do I have to do that whole summon thing again?<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 12s>>Is he gone for good?//<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 15s>>My head swam as I quickly got ready for school. I wanted to figure out where Meph went, but I forgot to set an alarm and class was going to start soon.\n\n[[I left my apartment disappointed.|Scene 19]]<<endtimedinsert>>
@@color:green;PLEASE READ THE AD FULLY BEFORE RESPONDING.\n\n\n\n\n[[It's...blank?|Ad Hub]]
@@color:green;You drew my attention when you put my form to paper. We've encountered each other in your dreams. It's time for us to meet.\n\n[[TAP TO SUMMON.|Ingredients]]
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Oh! Hey. Uh. Yeah, so it's that time again. Meph and I are, well...there's some sexual stuff ahead. How do you feel about it this time?\n\n[[Full steam ahead, captain!|Scene 26]]\n\n[[No thanks, I'll pass this time.|Scene 29]]\n\n[[Uh...can I go back and see the first one?|Scene 15Redux]]
"You know, Meph, when you first appeared, I thought...'well, this is it, I summoned a demon and now I'm going to die.' But...you're surprisingly gentle. Not that I've ever run into a demon before, but I'm guessing not every demon is like you."\n\n"You are kind to say so, Tristan. No, not every demon is like me."\n\n"So what was with that 'forces you can't imagine' bit?" \n\nMeph laughs. "I thought I should give you a show! Make you really believe in what I am."\n\n"Well, it worked. Uh, in several ways."\n\n"I could tell." He grinned.\n\n"So...Hell is real, I take it. Do people go there when they die?"\n\n"Some, the truly terrible."\n\n"And the rest?"\n\n"I do not know, Tristan. I don't concern myself with death often. I am here with you. For now, that is all."\n\nHe kisses me on the cheek. I'm satisfied with that answer.\n\n[[We fall asleep together.|Scene 18]]
"FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUCK." For some strange reason, all my screaming isn't getting me any closer to the ground.\n\n"It's alright, Tristan. I've got you."\n\n"MEPH WHAT THE FUCK YOU NEED TO WARN PEOPLE BEFORE YOU DO THAT."\n\nI glare at him. He's grinning. His arms are wrapped around me. I know how strong he is.\n\nI try to let myself relax. This is...actually fun? It's actually fun! I feel the wind blowing through my hair, pushing away the haze and the sweat from the club.\n\nWe're back home within minutes. Meph gently sets me on the ground. I'm a little wobbly, but I'm able to walk fine after a moment.\n\nWe head inside.\n\n"Do you want to go to sleep, Tris?"\n\n"Mm, not yet..."\n\n[[Ask Meph about his last time on Earth.|Scene 22Past]]\n\n[[Ask Meph about Tristan.|Scene 22Tris]]
@@color:green;I'm a human sub looking for a DDD. That's ''D''emon ''D''om //''D''addy!!// I'll summon you and you'll do whatever you want to me. Fuck me, use me, abuse me! I'm yours for the night!!@@\n\n[[Well, this probably isn't him...|Ad Hub]]
I shut the door behind me as I enter my room and reach out to Meph with my mind.\n\n//Are you close by?//\n\n@@color:purple;"Yes, I'm on my way."@@\n\nWithin moments, there was a sound at my window, like a large bird flying around. Then, he stepped through it.\n\nSometime between last night and today he had grown @@color:red;wings. Large, leathery wings@@ that framed him perfectly.\n\nAs he settled into the room proper, his wings...@@color:red;//pulled//@@ off of him and dissolved into smoke.\n\n"That's a...neat trick," I stammered.\n\n"As I said before, my form is mutable to a degree while I am in your world. Hence these clothes, as well."\n\n"That reminds me. You owe me a shirt." He grinned.\n\n"Forgive me, Tristan. It was...how do you put it? Hot."\n\n"Yeah...I suppose it was."\n\n[[A silence hung in the air.|Scene 20b]]
@@color:green;I'm going to a party in Hell and I //need// a human companion to come with me! I'll be the talk of the plane if I do! You'll get to eat exotic foods, meet strange demons, and probably escape with your soul intact!\n\nProbably.\n\n[[That doesn't sound reassuring...|Ad Hub]]
Summonr
@@color:green;Here's the deal. I summon you and give you my soul or whatever, and you give me the night of my life. I don't care what happens to me afterwards, I just want to have sex with a demon and I want it to last.\n\nContact me.\n\n[[Woah. Not like I can judge this guy, I've been there many times myself...|Ad Hub]]
"You didn't notice what you were doing?! Are you kidding? You draw half-naked guys while you're daydreaming? That's some talent, Tris. Anyway, can you knock it off? At least in the living room?"\n\n[["Yeah, sorry."|Scene 2]]
"It's a half naked guy getting even //more// naked, and it's not porn? Oooookay. Well whatever you call it, it's kind of awkward to walk by and see that."\n\n[["Sorry."|Scene 2]]
After a while, he flips me over and straddles me, rubbing his dick against my ass.\n\n"I...do you want to fuck me?" I say, as breathily as I can, though its more like a hushed squeak.\n\n"Yes."\n\nI turn to look at him. "Do you need a con...dom..." I try to cover up my ridiculous statement by laughing. He smiles at me.\n\n"If you'd like."\n\nHe fucks me. He is surprisingly tender, considering how strong he is. I thank god that nobody else is home to hear my moaning. It's loud. A lot louder than usual.\n\nWe fuck for a while. He has infinite stamina, it seems like.\n\nAt some point I'm on my back again, my legs on his shoulders.\n\n"I...I'm getting close..." I whisper. He nods, continuing to thrust inside of me. I cum on my stomach, groaning as I do so. I feel him cum inside of me. Thankfully, the little voice in the back of my mind insisting that a demon's cum must be lava is proven false.\n\n[[We lie on the bed together.|Scene 25Warning2]]
"So tell me about yourself, Meph."\n\n"What would you like to know, Tris?"\n\n"Are you from...uh, Hell?"\n\n"Yes."\n\n"What is Hell like?"\n\n"...fine."\n\n"Fine? Really? Considering how much doom and gloom is spilt over it, I'd assume it to be much worse."\n\n"I suppose if you're a tormented soul, it is not the best experience, but there are far fewer of those than you'd think. But for me, and for demons like me, it's an existence like any other."\n\n"How old are you?"\n\n"We do not count age, but I am younger than most demons. I first came to your world in the 1800s."\n\n"Wow...wait, if you exist, then does that mean angels exist too? God?"\n\n"I don't know, Tris." He kisses me on the cheek. "I just know that I am here. With you."\n\nI'm satisfied with that answer.\n\n[[We fall asleep together.|Scene 18]]
"Do you...want to go to a club?"\n\n"A...club?"\n\n"Yeah, it's a place for people to hang out and dance. Different kinds of people, but in this case it's queer people. It's really loud and colorful and there's alcohol."\n\n"I think I've seen what you are talking about. I...suppose we can go." Meph suddenly looks shy.\n\n"What? What's wrong?"\n\n"I'm...not sure I know how to dance." \n\nI laugh out loud. "Are you kidding?! Well then, I'll be happy to show you." \n\nHe smiles at me. "I have to request that you show some patience, however..."\n\n"Sure, sure, patience, that sounds fine."\n\n[[We leave for the local gay club.|Scene 20e]]
Meph looks surprised for a second, then pushes into my kiss hungrily. I slide my hand up his side, then run it through his hair as we kiss. After a few moments, I put a hand on his shirt, lightly tugging at it. A small piece of it starts to come off, slowly dissolving into smoke.\n\nRight, he conjured it! I make a jerking motion, pulling the whole thing off his body in one motion. It dissolves into smoke as it leaves his body, rendering him shirtless.\n\n"You're right," I grin. "That is hot." \n\nHe gives a mock look of innocence, then grins. "Isn't it?" he growls. I renew my efforts, kissing him, my hands feeling up and down his body. There's a small part of me that is still in disbelief that Meph exists. I decide there's only one way to fix that.\n\n[[I'll have to explore every inch of him myself.|Scene 27]]
I guide my hands across him, as well as my tongue, my mouth. After fully exploring his chest and stomach, I get to his pants. With one swift motion and a billow of smoke, I've ripped them off of him. I start on his dick, working it with my mouth.\n\nMeph was completely in control last time. This time, he's laying back, enjoying me. Enjoying me enjoying him, in a way. He didn't make much noise last time, but this time, he's moaning as I suck his cock. His voice, deep but not gruff, lilts on my ears as I pleasure him.\n\nSatisfied after a few minutes, I turn him over. I...haven't gotten the chance to get a good look at his ass before this, and good god, he's got a great one. I start to rim him, which I don't think he was expecting, as he elicits a small gasp of pleasure when I do so. He buries his face into the pillow as I work on him, one hand stroking his cock as I eat him out. His tail twitches in ecstacy, curling around my arm at some points, moving up and down my back at others.\n\nFinally, I stop. I lean against him, pushing my erection into his ass. I whisper into his ear.\n\n[["Do you want me to fuck you?"|Scene 28]]
I sat down next to Meph and put my arm around him. He hugged me, resting his head in the crook of my shoulder. I wanted to rest my head on his, but...well, horns.\n\n"I'm sorry, Meph," I whispered. He started shaking, little tremors, pushing into my armpit. "Are...are you crying?" He looked up at me, tears staining his cheeks.\n\n"I'm...sorry, Tris."\n\n"No, no! Don't be sorry! I just...I didn't realize you could...I'm sorry. I'm just...sorry." I hug him tight. He hugs me back.\n\nWe just sit there for a few minutes, holding each other. Eventually, we draw away from each other, hands still resting on each other's arms. We look into each other's eyes.\n\n[[I kiss him.|Scene 25Warning]]
"His name was Gregor. He was just a little older than you when I met him, I think. How old are you?"\n\n"22."\n\n"Yes, just a year or two older, then. We spent all our time together. I spent more time here than in Hell, which hadn't happened before. We were inseparable."\n\n"What happened?" \n\nMeph sighed and sat on the bed. "He...did what humans do. He grew old. I thought I could help, but he...refused."\n\n"Refused? What do you mean?"\n\n"I offered to take him to Hell."\n\n//"What?!"//\n\n"Not to be punished, but as a living being. Time moves differently in Hell. Hundreds of years here pass like hours in Hell. I could save him, but...he wanted to die. He wanted to move on.\n\nSo. He did."\n\n[[I tried to console Meph.|Scene 24]]
@@color:purple;"Anytime you'd like."@@\n\n//Can you...read my thoughts?//\n\n@@color:purple;"Only if you're broadcasting them towards me."@@\n\n//You mean...thinking at you?//\n\n@@color:purple;"That's...a good way of putting it, I suppose."@@\n\n//Huh. Well okay, that's weird. And cool? Anyway, where did you go?//\n\n@@color:purple;"Forgive me, Tristan. I do not usually sleep in Hell, and it is difficult becoming reacquainted to it. I awoke much earlier than you and decided to explore my surroundings. Are you coming back now?"@@\n\n//No, I'm at school, but I'll be back soon.//\n\n@@color:purple;"School? I see. Then I shall wait for you to return."@@\n\n//Okay. Okay! I'll...see you then, Meph.//\n\nI cast a nervous look around (only a few people were looking at me strangely by now) and hurried off to my next class.\n\n[[I spent the rest of the day thinking of Meph.|Scene 20a]]
Bryce Duzan
Hey, uh, it's about to get sexy sexy times with a demon right now, sooo if you're not into that, that's cool! Do you want to hear all the details or skip to the cuddling?\n\n[[Show me. Show me everything.|Scene 15]]\n\n[[Nah, I'm good for now. Fast forward, please.|Scene 15Skip]]
"Yes," he gasps. "Please."\n\nHe helps me pull my clothes off. I lie him down on the bed. Shyly, I pull out a condom from a drawer. I see his raised eyebrow.\n\n"It's...so I can last longer," I nervously chuckle. He smiles.\n\n"Perfect."\n\nI ease my cock into him as he grunts and gasps. I fuck him. For...quite a long time.\n\nAt some point, I remember thrusting into him, panting and moaning, he caught in ecstacy, his tail wrapped around one of my legs, his arms outstretched across the bed.\n\nWe cum together in gasping pleasure and I collapse on him. I stare into his eyes, stroking his cheek.\n\n[[I laugh, a happy laugh.|Scene 29]]
Now the guilt sets in.\n\n"Oh god, I'm sorry, Meph."\n\n"What? What is it, Tris?"\n\n"I...you opened up about Gregor and my response is to have sex with you?! That was really fucked of me, I'm sorry."\n\n"Tristan. That was...that's in the past. I loved Gregor, but I do not regret our time together. For me, telling you about him...it's been a while since I had experienced that pain." He wraps his arms around me. "Thank you."\n\n"For what?"\n\n"For helping me forget, if only for a moment."\n\n[[We fall asleep, locked in each other's embrace. God, it feels so nice.|Scene 30]]
"So, I remember you telling me the first time you were here it was the 1800s. Did you ever come here after that?"\n\n"Yes. Several times, in fact. The last time I was here on Earth was 1955. I was summoned here by a human, much like you did. Information was much harder to come by then, of course. He did it with a tome, written a long time ago."\n\n"Why did he summon you?"\n\n"He thought he could control me. He thought he could only grow stronger with a demonic servant by his side. He had a...skewed vision of Hell and its inhabitants."\n\n"So what happened?"\n\n"I served him, for a short while. Then, he began to realize that I'm not what he thought I was. That I was a caring creature, much like him. He changed."\n\n"Meaning?"\n\n"...We fell in love."\n\n[[Ask Meph about his past lover.|Scene 23]]
Summonr\n\nBy Bryce Duzan\n\n[[Click to Begin|Intro]]
"I'm surprised, Meph. I...you're incredibly attractive. And I'm..." I look at my naked body. "...well, I usually don't feel like I am. If that makes sense. I guess I'm just wondering...why me?"\n\nMeph smiles, a genuine smile. "Demons do not concern themselves with bodies often, Tristan. This form you see I created to fall in line with what you found attractive."\n\n"Wait, I thought your ad said that I put your form to paper?"\n\n"It's...more complicated than that, I suppose. You sent a message when you drew that picture, a message that caught my attention. We made a connection. That...probably doesn't make much sense."\n\n"Not...really."\n\n"But...for what it's worth, your form //is// pleasing to me." He kisses me on the cheek and I laugh.\n\n[[We cuddle and fall asleep together.|Scene 18]]
@@color:green;Just another lonely night here. Looking for a demon to keep me company.\n\nI had a nice time with a demon named Balthazar, but I can't find him again! Bal, if you're out there, I want to see you again! I miss you!\n\n[[Geez, I feel bad for this guy.|Ad Hub]]
@@color:green;You can call me ''HORNY'' because that's what I am!!! I've got two horns and I know how to use em! If two humans want to ride my horns, that'd be hot!!!\n\n[[W-woah. That sounds...dangerous!|Ad Hub]]
God, his lips are soft. That's probably a weird thing to think, but considering this is my first point of contact with him, it seems appropriate. Just...soft. And real.\n\nAs we kiss against the wall, he runs a @@color:red;single pointed claw@@ down my chest, slicing my shirt open in one swift motion. He tears it off of me. I don't have the chance to ask him how he did that without hurting me. We're on the bed now.\n\nIt turns out, sex with a demon isn't too much different from sex with a human. There are some things to get used to, of course. While we make out on the bed, for instance, I reach down to grab his ass. His @@color:red;tail@@ winds its way around my arm and pushes it against the bed. His tail is as strong as I am!\n\nLater, he moves down my body and wraps his lips around my dick. In ecstacy, I move to run my hands through his hair and almost impale myself on his @@color:red;horns@@. I settle with running my fingers along those instead. Then I start to wonder if that's, like, doing anything for him. Does he have nerves in there? Do demons have nerves at all? For that matter, does the concept of "anatomy" have any be--\n\nA soft bite on my inner thigh snaps me back to reality and I let out a little moan. I raise my head and meet his gaze. He's grinning.\n\n"You can continue to do that, if you like. It...feels good."\n\n[[I content myself with doing so.|Scene 16Redux]]
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@@color:green;MONST 4 MONST ONLY. NO HUMANS. STOP TRYING TO SUMMON ME, I HATE THAT SHIT!!!!!!!\n\n[[I think there's a whole lot of reasons I shouldn't try to respond to this...|Ad Hub]]
There's a park near my house, just a few blocks away. We walk there, holding hands. Meph was nervous at first and I wasn't sure why.\n\n"Forgive me, Tristan, but last time I was here on Earth, the populace looked down on such gestures."\n\n"Well, a lot has changed since then, Meph.\n\n...well, some has changed since then. But this city is pretty liberal. Nobody is going to care."\n\n"That is good to hear."\n\nThere is a small lake at the park. We sit on a bench overlooking it and make small talk.\n\n"Much has changed since I was here, Tristan. I've watched much from my home in Hell, but it is a different experience entirely to see them up close."\n\n"Like what?"\n\n"Computers, smart phones, strange automobiles...but also the world itself has changed. People have changed."\n\n"For the worse?"\n\n"I'm...not sure."\n\n[[We watch the sun set together.|Scene 20d]]
"So...do you want to go somewhere?" I offered.\n\n"What do you mean?"\n\n"Like...a park or something. Wait, that's probably a bad idea. What if someone saw you?"\n\n"They will only see what I want them to see. Look." Meph gestures to my mirror. I stand next to him and look into it.\n\nI see myself standing next to a guy. A human guy.\n\n"What do you think?" asked Meph.\n\n"Not bad. It loses something in translation, though." \n\nMeph grins, then leans over and kisses me.\n\nSoft lips.\n\nI take his hand in mine.\n\n[[We head outside.|Scene 20c]]
I got home in the afternoon. The sun was hanging lazily overhead. Natalie was home.\n\n"Oh, Tris, hey! How was your day?"\n\n"Oh, hey Natalie. Uh, fine. Yours? How's Jenny doing?"\n\n"She's good. We just stayed in and watched old movies, that kind of thing, you know."\n\n//Are you close by?//\n\n@@color:purple;"I'll be there in a few minutes."@@\n\nNatalie gave me a look. "Are you okay?"\n\n"Yeah! Why?"\n\n"You look...I dunno, out of it. How was your night?"\n\n"Uh, really good, actually."\n\n"Yeah? Why's that?"\n\n"I...took your advice, I guess."\n\nShe laughed. "You actually got laid, huh?"\n\n[["What do you mean, 'actually?!'"|Scene 20a1]]
My name is Tristan Hench. I'm an artist. Well, I'm an art //student// anyway. I'm not sure if I can count as an actual artist yet. I draw all sorts of things for school and commissions. For fun, though, I draw...boys. Cute boys. Hot boys. Boys with horns. Boys with purple skin, wings, and tails. Demon boys.\n\nI've had a...let's call it "fascination" with demons for a while now. I can't say what draws me to them. It's not like my family was very religious or anything. It's just...there's a strength there, a whispering of the unknown, of taboo, of <<replace sin.>>\n\n"TRIS!"\n\nMy roommate, Natalie. "Wh-what?" I stammer.\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>"You're...//doodling// again." I look down at what I was drawing as I was daydreaming. A guy stares back at me, one hand pulling open his shirt, the other running down his chest. A devilish smile splayed across his face, and two spiraling white horns protruded from his forehead. His posture said 'come explore me.' As I marveled, she clearly noticed I had forgotten her. "Could you //not// draw porn while you're in the living room, please?"<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 12s>>[["It's...! It's not porn!"|Scene 1a]]\n\n[["Sorry! I didn't notice what I was doing."|Scene 1b]]<<endtimedinsert>><<endreplace>>
It's loud. It's colorful. Guys in various states of dress and undress litter the dance floor. Meph almost looks afraid.\n\n"Everything okay?" I ask.\n\n"Yes, it's just...new. Very new to me."\n\n"You'll be fine! I'm right here." I take his hand and lead him to the dance floor. I show him how to move his hips, how to feel the rhythm. Simple moves. He picks them up much faster than he gave himself credit for.\n\nI look into his eyes. He's having fun. That...makes me happy. I'm helping a demon have fun.\n\nWe dance for hours.\n\nI see people on the edge of my periphery. They're looking at him, sizing him up, seeing if they can edge me out. But I'm not jealous. Meph doesn't pay them attention. He's focused on me.\n\nEventually, I'm exhausted.\n\n//I think I'm ready to go now. C'mon, I'll call us a car.//\n\n"I have a better idea." We head outside and Meph leads me around the corner. In a split second, his @@color:red;wings@@ have returned. He picks me up in his arms.\n\n[[We launch into the sky.|Scene 21]]
Nothing. A black screen.\n\n<<timedinsert 3s>>//Well, all said and done, that's...kind of a disappointment. Even more so if I crashed my fucking phone.//<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 8s>>I go to restart the phone when the screen lights up again.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 10s>>The title comes up on the screen in green ASCII art.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 13s>>//Oh...oh my god? It's starting! Why does it look like it came out of 1988?//\n\nThe screen scrolls, showing screens and screens of...ads. Like Craigslist or something. But it's all monsters and demons.\n\n[[I start to search...|Ad Hub]]<<endtimedinsert>>
My hand wavers over the link. I tap it.\n\n//Oh my god. Something is actually downloading?//\n\nI'm starting to sweat a little bit. I'm not sure why, but the hair on my neck is starting to stand up. I'm scared.\n\n//Okay, okay, okay. I'm downloading...''something'' that I found off a sketchy Russian website that I only looked for in the first place because I overheard it in a conversation at school? And this sounds completely reasonable? What am I even doing? Am I trying to find...what? A manifestation of a drawing I made yesterday?//\n\nIt's done. It's done downloading.\n\n[[Launch Summonr.|Scene 8]]
//Jesus Christ,// I think. //I really hope my phone can't get a virus...// I tap the link anyway, even as I curse my own naivete.\n\nThe link leads to a black screen with one line.\n\n[[Click here to download Summonr.|Scene 7]]
Later that day, I get home and pull out my phone.\n\n"Summonr," I type into the search bar.\n\n//Did you mean ''Summoner?''//\n\nI grumble and try again. "Summonr demon dating app." I feel a prickle at the base of my spine, my conscience suddenly realizing what was going on. //What the hell are you doing? Do you really think you're going to find anything?//\n\nAnd yet...I do find something.\n\n[[devildance.ru/circles/seventh/hellfire/judas/dating/summonr/|Scene 6]]
I've been in the exact same position since I woke up, staring at the wall, wide-eyed. I've had that dream before, sure, many times, but never this //vivid.//\n\nThe day is shrouded in a haze. I feel like I'm walking around in a dream. My classes are as over as soon as they begin. I brush by a classmate and I feel @@color:red;//his//@@ touch.\n\n"I swear it's real!" I pick out a conversation from across the hall between two classmates. They're both men. I think, I can't see them, they're lost in the throng of bodies. The one that was talking continues. "You can't find it on the App Store or anything like that, you have to click a link on your phone."\n\n"Right. What's it called again?"\n\n"Summoner. But without an E." \n\nThe other student laughs. "Summonr?! What, like Grindr for demons?"\n\n"Hey, I didn't name it, alright?"\n\n"No, but I'm pretty sure you did make it up."\n\n"H-hey! I'm being serious here! Anyway, it's like a hookup app, right? Except that instead of guys finding guys, it's humans finding demons, and vice-versa. The human summons the demon and..." Their conversation fades away in the distance. I try to follow where I heard the conversation coming from. I round a corner and--\n\n--there's nobody there.\n\n[[...Summonr?|Scene 5]]
He's there. His shirt is hanging on his body, open. He slowly removes it, keeping his eyes on me all the while. It drops to the ground. He walks towards me, slowly, allowing me to drink him in. He circles me, his tail brushing up against my leg.\n\nI've had this dream before. The boy is never quite the same, but he's always like this. A monster. A beautiful demon, here to steal my heart and drag me down into the sweet embrace of Hell. One hand runs through my hair.\n\n<<replace "I love it.">>His touch is @@color:red;hot brimstone.@@\n\nI adore it.\n\n<<timedinsert 5s>>His @@color:red;clawed hands@@ scrape against my stomach.\n\nI crave it.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 10s>>His @@color:red;fanged teeth@@ gingerly caress my neck.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 12s>>I wake up.<<endtimedinsert>>\n\n<<timedinsert 15s>>My hands are gripping the side of my bed and sweat is running down my face. I stare into the darkness as I hear his voice, soft as silk, just on the edge of consciousness.\n\n"Find me."\n\n[[Morning comes achingly slowly.|Scene 4]]<<endtimedinsert>><<endreplace>>
I close my sketchbook, sighing wistfully. My eye catches his before the cover shuts. I feel...what?\n\n"Tris."\n\n"Huh?"\n\n"You need to get laid."\n\nI laugh. "Yeah, probably."\n\n"Too bad guys like him aren't real, right?"\n\n"Right..." Natalie leaves. I open the book and take another look at him. He is gorgeous. There's a weird sort of energy I feel when I look at him. I feel lost...\n\nI snap out of it and close the book. Probably not healthy to be //that// invested in my own art.\n\n[[That night, I dream.|Scene 3]]