[Comm] How Not to Summon a Demoness

Featuring characters from the game Helltaker 

Jordan paced around the room with the Cube clutched in his hand. He wore nothing but his unwashed tightie whities. The dark, musty attic was covered with glowing hellish sigils and candles. The desk at the far corner of the attic was covered with scattered books with pages decorated in unholy script. Jordan smelled with rancid, bitter body odor.

He raised his arms up, spreading his stink across the room as he chanted his hellish ritual. He closed his eyes, pleading with the dark magicians of the past to grant his unholiest of wishes.

He opened them and the great Demoness Lucifer was casually sitting on the chair behind the desk. She wore a double breasted black suit jacket, pants, and knee-high boots. A spiked headband held her wavy white hair in place. Her pointed black devil’s tail swished behind her. Her red eyes rolled in her sockets as she looked him over.

“d-Demoness!” Jordan coughed. He pointed the cube at her. His heart thumped in his chest. His entire body broke into a sweat. He had never been great at talking to women, and locking himself in this attic for several months hadn’t helped. “y-You will follow my every command as your summoner, devil woman! A-and I command you to give me ultimate pleasure!”

Lucifer got off the seat. She flicked one of the books off the table like a cat and it smacked against the floor. She sighed.

“Yeah, yeah. You want the same thing every one of you pervs with a library card wants – to get laid,” she grumbled.

Her gloved hand lashed out, grabbing the waistband of his underwear and yanking at the cotton. The worn, disgusting, exhausted material surrendered itself in her grip and was ripped to shreds.

Jordan was stunned, too stunned to cover himself, too stunned to cover his tiny nub of a penis between his legs, his shriveled, pink mushroom stub above his small, wrinkled ball sack.

Lucifer grinned, eyes narrowing as she focused her gaze down at his pathetic genitals.

“Is that why you do these rituals? Can’t convince a woman to have sex with your tiny dick, otherwise?”

A swirling venomous mixture of shame and anger and arousal flooded Jordan’s veins. His muscles, starting with his hand and moving up his arms clenched with rage.

“You will listen to me!” he shouted, turning the Cube frantically like a Rubik’s cube. Golden bands of energy shot out of the cube and wrapped around Lucifer’s hands and ankles, binding her.

“Really?” Luci said, her face curling while she held up the energy handcuffs. “You’re this much of a scumbag?”

“SHUT UP!” Jordan shouted. He grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her over the table chest first, scattering books across the floor. Still holding the Cube, his free hand went around her waist, reaching under her coat and scrambling at her belt with grubby, greedy fingertips.

Lucifer turned her head, annoyed, mocking. “You need any help with that?”

“NO!” Jordan shrieked. Sweat poured off his forehead, burning his bloodshot eyes with salt. His dick was fully erect, but it was hard tell, the mushroom stalk only pointed up at a slightly different angle and barely a quarter of an inch larger.

With grunting effort, Jordan pulled Lucifer’s pants and underwear down to her ankles. Her naked, pale, almost lavender-tinted skin was exposed to him, her full thighs and her curved, soft cheeks.

Not wasting any time, he slammed his hips against her ass, making flesh ripple and slap from the sudden impact, his dick trying to reach for her asshole, to punish and debase her for her acidic humiliating word, but his dick was failing. His stupid nub was too small to reach past her cheeks. It just rubbed against her butt crack futilely.

“You sure you’re equipped for this sort of thing?” Lucifer asked, baring her teeth with each biting word, anger festering in her brain as the scent of the pathetic man humping her naked ass filled her senses.

“Nnllhhhll…” Jordan mumbled something, almost whimpered. He humped her ass again and again, angling his hips to desperately penetrate her. Luci chuckled, almost laughing in complete joy at the pathetic sad animal noises the man was making behind her.

Jordan squinted. His dick pulsed from the sensations of rubbing again and again between soft, fleshy moons. Excitement sparked through him. He rubbed against her faster and faster like a dog. He needed to be inside her.

“Ohhh GOdd,” Jordan shuddered. In his near-orgasm pathetic, penetration-less thrusting, the Cube fell from his hands and bounced across the floor. The binds around Luci’s arms and legs immediately vanished, and she stood up, forcing Jordan off her as if he was a piece of obnoxious clothing.

Jordan fell to the ground with a thunderous crash like he had been punched in the face. Ignoring the pain in his back and the need in his dick, he stretched his arm across the floor toward the discarded, flickering Cube, but strong gloved hands grabbed at his ankles and pulled him away before flipping him over. He fell onto his knees with his chest and face against the floor and his naked ass up in the air.

Jordan’s eyes became huge, horrified as the gloved hands grabbed his hips, thumbs pulling his cheeks apart and his asshole open. He turned and squawked in animal terror.

The previously bottomless Lucifer was wearing a large, monstrous strap-on. Its nine-inch length ended in a bulbous head pointed straight at his asshole. His ass clenched up, fighting her clawing hands.

“n-NooOO!” Jordan squeaked.

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted me to show you Ultimate Pleasure?” Lucifer laughed.

The attic started to dissolve. Heat filled the air all around them. The walls vanished, replaced by the swirling sulfurous smoke. The small, remaining circle of floor hovered over a sea of molten lava. Stalactites reached up from the lava.

In the air around them, dozens of demon girls flapped on leathery wings, cackling and pointing at the absurd, naked, practically dickless man bent over and about to get fucked up the ass.

“Looks like someone’s about to have a good time!”

“Summoning ritual not going how you planned, huh?”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be so gentle!” they mocked.

Jordan, for his part, was so startled by the sudden teleportation and the humiliating, taunting voices that he forgot about the strap-on behind him, forgot about Lucifer gripping his hips, and his ass, which had been tight like a vise unclenched for an instant.

Feeling the taut anal ring relax through her gripping fingers, Lucifer spat down onto the plastic rod beneath her legs, the shallowest pretense of lube, before driving the strap-on forward, shoving it up Jordan’s unwitting hole.

“AAAAIEEEE!!!” Jordan shrieked. His asshole was forced open against his will, the bulbous head forced into him and the rest of the barely lubed length fighting his rectum, stretching and pulling him with impossible hardness and flaring, burning, scraping force.

The demon girls watching squealed, clapping and laughing.

“Nooo! WA-AAIIEE!!” Jordan struggled, wiggling his butt to dislodge Lucifer’s plastic cock, but she moved her hips with his, forcing him down, lifting her hips up and stretching her legs to force the strap-on downward, even further, drilling through meaty walls.

“Now this is how you fuck someone in the ass!” Lucifer laughed, the crowd of demon girls echoing her.

“S-SHIIIITT!” Jordan hissed. His wide eyes watered. His head was filled with the impossible size of it filling him, reaching through his screaming ass, prodding at unexplored depths of his poor butt.

With a soft grunt, Lucifer forced the whole length into him, making a soft smacking sound as her hips squished down into his buttcheeks.

“OOUUhhHHH!!” Jordan moaned, twitching. She shifted inside him, pulling at his walls, wiggling her plastic cock violating his rectum.

“Oooh! He’s having fun!” the demon girls laughed.

Luci laughed. Repositioning her feet and her grip on Jordan’s ass, she slowly began to withdraw the cock from him, pulling at his walls. Her asscheeks squished together in the strap-on harness, taut and round. Her thighs flexed with graceful confidence, unlike the trembling, terrified man ass beneath her.

“w-Waait…” Jordan whimpered.

Lucifer ignored him.

She shoved the strap-on back down, slamming the cock head against the very depths of his butt.

“YEEOOWW!!” Jordan howled.

She pulled it back and then thrust forward again, piston fucking his burning hole with unforgiving plastic. Her hips slammed against his asscheeks, making their squishiness ripple. Her own quaking butt fought the constraints of the strap-on harness, lavender cakes slapping against each other with each thrust.

SLAM
 SLAM

SLAM

Each meaty pounding accompanied by Jordan’s strained howls and moans of pain. His body pulsed with adrenaline. He quivered and drooled. The flaring pain pulsed through his ass with shameful, unwanted arousal, coursing its way through his tiny pulsating dickhead, which dripped with precum.

“He’s not going to be able to sit right for days!”

“It looks like he’s starting to enjoy it!”

“Stupid fucker’s about to empty his balls!”

Jordan shook his head back and forth, full body trembling. Sweat dripped from him and he clenched his teeth, painfully trying to control the almost painful need surging through his nuts, wanting him to spread his goo in ultimate humiliation.

Lucifer panted, digging fingers deeper into soft buttflesh. Her own pussy juice ran down her thigh. Her eyes glazed, rhythmic pleasure overtaking her. She shifted her thrusts, rubbing against the inside of the strap-on’s plastic dick that was sliding up within her.

“C-Come on!” she grunted, pumping faster, the meaty sounds of assfucking almost masking her voice.

“Ah! AAHH!! MMnnGG!” Jordan gasped, bit his lip, squirmed, face convulsed. He failed. With a soft little “SPURT” he shot a skinny spider strand of cum out his dick nub. At the same time, Lucifer drove the strap-on forward mashing her hips into him, grinding against his buttcheeks and humping the dildo. She shuddered, convulsing and stretching her back, arching in orgasmic dominance over the Jordan’s sniveling orgasming body, his cum draining like white snot from his dick.

“WHOO!!”

“Made him cream and made him scream!”

The demonic audience cheered.

“Are you satisfied?” Lucifer asked, his ass still stretched around her cock. Her post-orgasm voice was lower, huskier, burning with euphoria as it escaped her panting, rising and falling breasts.

“y-Yes!” Jordan stammered. “I’ll never bother you or any other demoness again! I swear it!”

He placed his palms together and lowered his head, closing his eyes, and pleading.

Luci grinned. The literal hellscape began to vanish along with the stretching rod rammed up his rectum.

“You just be nicer to women from now on!”

Jordan stood up as the demonesses vanished. Dazed and disoriented, he squinted at the twisting miasma of shapes around him as he was slowly teleported back to the human world.

The reality in front of him took solid form. He was in some sort of convention hall. There were tables filled with potluck food items in front of him. And there was the sound of gasping and giggling behind him.

“Would you look at those buns!”

“So cute!”

“A streaker! In this day and age!”

Jordan whirled around his heart sinking as he saw that the convention hall was filled with dozens and dozens of middle-aged women all laughing and gawking and complimenting his sore, aching behind.

But their expressions immediately changed as he turned around. They all gasped at once, struck by disbelief before exploding into laughter. Jordan looked down, ready to cover his tiny dick, but there was nothing there! His crotch was smooth and completely featureless, just an expanse of soft skin!

“He forgot something!”

“He looks like a Barbie doll!”

“How is that even possible!?”

The woman mocked the red-faced, horrified Jordan, pointing and howling at him, a living nightmare.

From hell, Lucifer and the other demonesses similar watched and laughed from a giant portal. Luci still wore the strap-on.

Modeus leaned over to Lucifer. “Are you ever going to give him back his penis?” she asked.

Lucifer laughed. “I’m surprised he noticed it was missing. But don’t worry, I’ll return it… once it stops being funny…”