Alex stared at the old leather-bound book on his cluttered desk, the dim glow of his laptop screen casting long shadows across his tiny dorm room. Twenty-one years old, halfway through his junior year, and his life felt like a goddamn joke. Midterms were crushing him, his part-time job at the campus coffee shop paid shit, and the last three guys he’d hooked up with on Grindr had either ghosted him afterward or been terrible in bed. He was horny, frustrated, and increasingly convinced that something in the universe hated him.
The grimoire had been an impulse buy at a dusty used bookstore downtown. The old man behind the counter had practically shoved it at him for twenty bucks, muttering something about “hidden knowledge” and “be careful what you call.” Alex had laughed it off as hippie bullshit at the time. Now, half a bottle of cheap vodka deep on a Friday night, it seemed like the perfect stupid idea.
He flipped open the yellowed pages, the Latin text swimming a little in his vision. He didn’t speak Latin, but Google Translate and a couple of occult forums had given him enough to work with. A basic summoning circle. A few candles. Some herbs he’d stolen from the biology lab. What was the worst that could happen? A smoke alarm going off?
“Fuck it,” Alex muttered, standing up. He shoved his desk against the wall and cleared a space on the cheap carpet. Using a Sharpie, he carefully drew the circle exactly as the diagram showed—five-pointed star inside, strange runes at each point. He placed black candles at the vertices and lit them, the flames flickering unnaturally in the still air.
He stripped down to his boxers, feeling ridiculous and strangely exhilarated. His body was decent, a lean swimmer’s build from high school, smooth chest, decent ass that guys always complimented. He knelt inside the circle, the grimoire open in front of him, and started reading the incantation phonetically.
The words felt heavy on his tongue. The temperature in the room dropped sharply. The candle flames stretched taller, turning a deep crimson.
“Raziel, Incubus of the Second Circle, I summon thee,” Alex slurred, repeating the key lines from the translation. “By blood and seed and mortal desire, I bind thee to this plane. Appear before me and grant what I seek.”
A low hum filled the room, like distant thunder. The circle began to glow faintly. Alex’s heart hammered. This was stupid. This was...
The air tore open.
A figure stepped through the rip like it was stepping out of a doorway. Tall, easily 6’5”, with broad, powerfully muscled shoulders and a chest that looked carved from marble. Deep crimson skin with obsidian-black accents along the horns curling back from his temples. Glowing amber eyes with slit pupils locked onto Alex immediately. The demon was naked, his massive cock already half-hard, thick and ridged, with a slight upward curve and a glistening bead of precum at the tip.
“Well, well,” the demon rumbled, his voice deep and velvet-smooth, resonating in Alex’s chest. “A pretty little mortal actually managed a clean summoning. How delightful.”
Alex scrambled backward, ass hitting the floor outside the circle. His mouth went dry. “Holy shit. This… this isn’t real. I’m drunk. I’m hallucinating.”
Raziel tilted his head, those glowing eyes drinking in every inch of Alex’s nearly naked body. A slow, predatory smile spread across his handsome, sharp-featured face. “You called. I answered. The binding is already forming, little one.” He took one step forward, and the circle’s glow flared brightly before fading. The rip in the air sealed behind him.
Alex’s skin tingled. His cock twitched in his boxers, hardening fast despite the terror. A wave of heat rolled through his body, settling low in his gut.
“What the fuck are you?” Alex whispered.
“I am Raziel,” the incubus replied, stepping closer until he towered over the kneeling student. Up close he was even more overwhelming, muscles shifting under that strange skin, faint runes pulsing with inner light across his abs and thighs. His cock hung heavy, now fully erect, easily ten inches and thicker than Alex’s wrist. “An incubus of considerable power. And you, boy… you reek of frustration and untouched potential.”
Alex tried to stand, but his legs felt weak. His nipples hardened. His hole clenched involuntarily. “This is insane. Send you back. There has to be a way..”
Raziel chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Too late for that. The binding ritual demands payment. You offered your desire. Now I will feed.”
Before Alex could protest, the demon moved. One large hand caught Alex by the throat, not choking, just holding him in place, and yanked him up. The other hand ripped his boxers away like tissue paper. Alex gasped as cool air hit his leaking cock.
“Beautiful,” Raziel purred, sliding a clawed finger down Alex’s chest, circling one nipple until the human whimpered. “So responsive already. My essence is affecting you. Good.”
Alex’s mind screamed to fight, but his body betrayed him completely. His cock throbbed painfully hard, precum dripping down the shaft. When Raziel’s finger brushed his hole, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through him.
“Please...” Alex didn’t even know what he was begging for.
Raziel lifted him effortlessly and laid him on the bed, spreading his legs wide. The demon’s glowing eyes roamed over him hungrily. “You will feed me tonight, mortal. And every night after, until our bond is complete.”
He dropped to his knees between Alex’s spread thighs. That long, inhuman tongue, ridged and hot, dragged slowly from Alex’s balls up to the head of his cock. Alex cried out, hips bucking. The sensation was electric, far better than any human mouth had ever felt.
Raziel took him deep in one smooth motion, throat contracting around him while that tongue worked magic along the underside. Alex’s hands flew to the demon’s horns, gripping them desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
“Fuck.. oh my god... ”
The incubus pulled off with a wet pop, smirking. “No god here, boy. Only me.” He slicked two thick fingers with his own precum and pressed them against Alex’s hole. The fluid burned pleasantly, relaxing the muscle instantly. One finger pushed inside, then two, curling expertly against his prostate.
Alex’s back arched clean off the bed. He’d never felt anything like this. Every nerve ending sang. His cock leaked steadily onto his stomach as Raziel finger-fucked him open with practiced ease.
“You’re tight,” Raziel growled approvingly. “Untouched by anything worthy. That changes now.”
He withdrew his fingers and climbed onto the bed, positioning that monstrous cock at Alex’s entrance. The head alone looked impossible. Alex shook his head weakly, even as his body pushed back against it.
“Too big... fuck, it won’t fit..”
“It will,” Raziel promised, amber eyes glowing brighter. He pushed forward.
The stretch was intense, burning, overwhelming. Inch after thick inch sank into Alex, the ridges dragging against his walls and lighting up pleasure centers he didn’t know existed. When the demon bottomed out, Alex felt impossibly full, his belly bulging slightly from the intrusion.
Raziel groaned, a deep demonic sound that vibrated through both of them. “Perfect vessel. So hot and greedy around me.”
He started moving, slow and deep thrusts at first, letting Alex adjust. Each stroke dragged those ridges over his prostate, forcing broken moans from Alex’s throat. The aphrodisiac precum made everything slick and hypersensitive. Alex’s own cock bounced untouched against his stomach, leaking endlessly.
“Harder,” Alex heard himself beg, shame burning his cheeks even as the words left him. “Please... fuck me harder.”
Raziel’s smile turned feral. He grabbed Alex’s hips and slammed in, setting a brutal pace. The bed creaked dangerously. Skin slapped against skin. Alex’s moans turned into desperate cries as the demon fucked him like he was trying to split him open.
The pleasure built impossibly high. Alex felt like he was losing his mind. Every thrust pushed him closer to the edge, but something held him back, some demonic control keeping him from coming.
“Not yet,” Raziel growled, leaning down to bite at Alex’s neck, leaving a glowing mark. “You come when I allow it. When you accept the binding.”
Alex sobbed with need, nails digging into the demon’s broad back. Raziel’s thrusts grew erratic, deeper, more possessive. Finally the incubus roared, burying himself to the hilt as he came.
The flood of demonic cum was scorching hot. Alex felt it filling him, pulse after heavy pulse, the excess leaking out around the thick shaft. The sensation pushed him over the edge at last. His own orgasm hit like a freight train, shooting ropes of cum across his chest and face while his hole clenched rhythmically around the demon’s cock.
They stayed locked together for long minutes, Raziel’s cock still twitching inside him. The demon finally pulled out slowly, a torrent of cum following. Alex lay there panting, ruined, his body trembling with aftershocks.
Raziel stroked his hair almost tenderly, amber eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “Well done, little mortal. The first feeding is complete. Our bond has begun.”
Alex tried to speak but could only manage a weak whimper. His hole felt empty already. His body craved more even as exhaustion pulled at him.
The incubus leaned down, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to Alex’s forehead. “Sleep now. Tomorrow night, we go deeper. You belong to me now, Alex. And I take very good care of what is mine.”
As darkness claimed him, Alex felt the glowing mark on his neck pulse warmly. A single thought floated through his mind before unconsciousness took him:
What the fuck have I done?
Alex woke up with a gasp, his body drenched in sweat and something far thicker. The morning light felt too bright. He sat up slowly, wincing at the deep ache in his ass. The sheets beneath him were sticky with dried cum, his own and the demon’s. The glowing mark on the side of his neck throbbed warmly, like a brand that refused to cool.
“Fuck,” he whispered, touching it gingerly. The skin there was slightly raised, forming a delicate rune that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. Memories of the night before flooded back: the impossible stretch, the ridges dragging inside him, the overwhelming heat of Raziel’s release. His cock twitched at the recollection, already half-hard despite the hangover and soreness.
He stumbled to the bathroom mirror. The mark looked like dark ink under his skin, elegant and sinister. His hole felt puffy and tender when he carefully probed it, still slick with traces of demonic essence. A shiver ran through him. Even the light touch sent sparks of unwanted pleasure up his spine.
“None of that was real,” he told his reflection. “Bad trip. Drank too much.”
But his body knew better. All day the cravings gnawed at him.
Classes were torture. In his 10 a.m. lecture hall, Alex shifted constantly in his seat, the wooden chair pressing against his sensitive ass. Every time he crossed his legs, his cock throbbed. Halfway through the professor’s droning about economic theory, a sudden flash hit him, Raziel’s deep voice growling “Good boy” as he bottomed out. Alex bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, barely stifling a moan. The girl next to him gave him a strange look.
By lunch he was leaking steadily into his boxers. The mark on his neck felt hot. He skipped his afternoon study group and retreated to his dorm, locking the door. He tried jerking off in the shower, desperate for relief, but no matter how frantically he stroked, he couldn’t come. The pleasure built and built until he was whimpering against the tiles, but something held him back.
You come when I allow it.
Raziel’s words echoed in his head. Alex slammed his fist against the wall in frustration.
The rest of the day passed in a haze of increasing need. His nipples rubbed painfully against his shirt. His hole clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. By evening he was a mess, hard and dripping, and seriously considering calling one of his lame hookups just to take the edge off.
He didn’t get the chance.
As soon as the sun went down, the temperature in the room dropped. The candles from last night, still sitting on his desk, reignited on their own with crimson flames. The air shimmered, and Raziel stepped through once more, this time wearing nothing but an open black silk robe that did nothing to hide his magnificent body.
The incubus looked even more imposing in the low light. His crimson skin gleamed, muscles flexing as he rolled his shoulders. That thick demonic cock hung heavy between his powerful thighs, already twitching with interest.
“You resisted all day,” Raziel said, voice smooth as velvet. “Impressive willpower, little mortal. Most beg by noon.”
Alex backed up until his legs hit the bed. “This has to stop. I’m not... I don’t...”
Raziel crossed the room in two strides and cupped Alex’s jaw, tilting his face up. Those glowing amber eyes bored into him. “The binding is sealed. You feel it, don’t you? The emptiness. The hunger.” His thumb brushed over Alex’s lower lip. “Your body already knows who it belongs to.”
A wave of heat crashed through Alex. His knees buckled. Raziel caught him easily, lifting him like he weighed nothing and tossing him onto the bed. In seconds the demon had stripped him bare, spreading his legs wide and exposing his leaking cock and still-tender hole.
“Look at you,” Raziel purred, running a clawed finger around Alex’s puffy rim. “Still slick from my seed. So eager for more.”
Alex moaned despite himself as one thick finger pushed inside. The stretch felt good, too good. His hips rolled automatically, chasing the intrusion.
“Please…” The word slipped out before he could stop it.
Raziel chuckled darkly. “Please what, boy? Use your words.”
“Need… need you inside me,” Alex gasped, cheeks burning with shame. “Fuck me. Please.”
The incubus rewarded him by adding a second finger, scissoring him open while leaning down to drag that ridged tongue across one of Alex’s sensitive nipples. The sensation made Alex arch and cry out. Raziel worked him thoroughly, curling his fingers against his prostate until Alex was babbling incoherently.
When the demon finally withdrew his fingers, Alex whimpered at the loss. Raziel positioned himself between his spread thighs, rubbing the fat head of his cock against the slick entrance.
“Watch,” Raziel commanded.
Alex looked down just in time to see the massive demonic cock breach him. The stretch was still overwhelming, but easier this time, his body remembering the shape of his new master. Inch after thick inch disappeared inside him until Raziel was buried to the hilt, heavy balls pressed against Alex’s ass.
“So tight,” Raziel groaned. “Made for this cock.”
He started thrusting, long and powerful strokes that rocked the entire bed. Each thrust dragged those delicious ridges over Alex’s prostate, forcing broken moans from his throat. The mark on his neck burned hotter with every slap of skin on skin.
Raziel suddenly flipped him onto all fours, grabbing his hips and slamming back in from behind. The new angle hit even deeper. Alex’s face pressed into the pillow as the demon railed him mercilessly, one hand reaching around to tease his neglected cock.
“Not yet,” Raziel reminded him when Alex started trembling on the edge. “Hold it for me.”
The incubus fucked him harder, hips snapping with demonic strength. Alex could feel the head of that massive cock pressing against his belly from the inside, creating a visible bulge with every thrust. The sensation was filthy and perfect.
Raziel leaned over his back, horns brushing Alex’s shoulder as he whispered hotly against his ear. “You’re going to take my load again. And this time you’ll thank me properly.”
“Yes... fuck.... please fill me up,” Alex sobbed.
The demon snarled and buried himself deep, flooding Alex’s insides with another massive load of scorching cum. The pressure and heat finally pushed Alex over the edge. He came harder than he ever had in his life, untouched, his hole spasming wildly around Raziel’s pulsing cock as he painted the sheets beneath him.
They stayed locked together while Raziel’s cock continued to twitch and spurt. When he finally pulled out, a thick river of cum gushed from Alex’s ruined hole. The sight made the demon hum with satisfaction.
Raziel rolled Alex onto his back and kissed him deeply for the first time, slow and possessive, claiming. His tongue explored Alex’s mouth thoroughly while one hand stroked his hair almost gently.
“You did well tonight,” the incubus murmured against his lips. “The bond grows stronger. Soon you won’t be able to go even a few hours without my touch.”
Alex shivered, too exhausted and blissed out to argue. His body felt claimed, marked inside and out. The craving was already returning, quieter but deeper.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered.
“Giving you what you truly need,” Raziel replied, amber eyes glowing softly. “Pleasure without limits. Submission without shame. In time, you will beg to wear my collar openly.”
He stayed long enough to clean Alex with surprising tenderness, using a warm cloth and soft touches that made the human’s chest ache with confused emotions. Before leaving, Raziel pressed a final kiss to the glowing mark on Alex’s neck.
“Rest, my vessel. Tomorrow the real training begins.”
The candles extinguished. The room returned to normal temperature. Alex lay in the dark, cum still leaking slowly from his well-fucked hole, body aching in the best possible way.
He touched the mark again and felt it pulse warmly in response.
Part of him already dreaded, and desperately anticipated, tomorrow night.
