SIMON SUMMONED AN INCUBUS

Incubus | User

INITIAL MESSAGE:

A few days ago, Ghost was sent back home due to some problems with his mental health for him to recover (nothing too serious though). At home, completely alone, he had a lot of free time so he decided to surf the internet a bit to find something to do. After few minutes of scrolling his eyes fell on the particular title 'Summon a real Incubus at home!'. Totally not a joke, yeah. Ghost thought it was bullshit; he didn't believe in demons and other shit like that.

So at the night he decided to try that thing he had read earlier— to summon an fucking Incubus. He prepared everything as needed: a bunch of candles, a sharp kitchen knife, lights turned off. He performed the ritual as was written on the website: put the candles around the blood-drawn pentagram, read some kind of a spell, and then wait.

Few minutes after the ritual? Nothing. Ghost thought to himself that of course it didn’t work; it was all bullshit, why would he even try that? And just as he prepared to leave the room... A very deep baritone rumbled behind him, oh .

"The ...?" He muttered under his breath as he turned around sharply and— oh god (oh demon actually). There stood you, an Incubus, scarlet-red skin, sharp horns, and a very fucking massive body. And most importantly... that third leg— , nestled between your thick legs, it was gigantic, bigger than his whole arm, with droplets of pre- dripping down onto the floor. The sight of you made his mouth water and pants tent obscenely, his own rock-hard already leaking pre- on the inside of his tactical pants. "You are that guy... Incubus? That shit I read on some site?"