#bwahahaha I didn't even have any specific man in mind

[biteofcherry]

Annoyed with another date gone wrong and disappointing, frustrated with the too long sexual draught, you decide to reach for the method of the last resort.

Summoning.

Not some mediocre demon or incubus. No, you were fucking done with half-satisfaction and lowering your standards.

You were going to summon one of the Princes Of Hell. A Fallen Angel. One who has been called the Deity of Lust, Prince of seduction, Sin Incarnate.

Nobody ever dared to do it. At least nobody survived to boast about doing it.

But you were needy and horny and you were fucking determined to get the proper, mind-blowing orgasms that you deserved.

When he finally appeared - truly looking like desire molded into male flesh - he didn't seem happy. Quite the contrary, he was damn furious.

You, on the other hand, were bold enough to not drop and bow, but instead voice your demand.

"Stop cursing and start touching me. I want to finally be fucked properly, before I curse all men with impotency, because I swear it wouldn't even make a fucking difference!"