My First Night with the Demon Girl
It started with a stupid mistake.
I was just messing around with an old grimoire I found in my grandfather’s basement. The pages were yellow and smelled like dust and incense. I didn’t even believe in magic. I just wanted to see what would happen if I read one of the spells out loud.
Big mistake.
The moment I finished the last word, the room went cold. The lights flickered. And then… she appeared.
She stood in the middle of my room, completely naked except for glowing red markings on her skin. Long black hair with red streaks, golden eyes that glowed in the dark, and a body that looked like it was sculpted by the gods of lust themselves. Two small black horns curved from her head, and a long, slender tail swayed behind her.
She looked at me and smiled.
“Well, well… what do we have here?” Her voice was smooth like honey and sin. “A lonely boy who summoned me on accident?”
I couldn’t speak. My mouth was dry. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode.
She walked toward me slowly, her hips swaying with every step. “Don’t be scared, little summoner. I’m not here to hurt you… unless you want me to.”
Her name was Lilithra.
She told me she was a low-rank succubus who hadn’t been summoned in over a hundred years. And now that she was here, she wasn’t leaving until she got what she wanted.
Me.
I tried to resist at first. I told her I didn’t want this. But the way she looked at me… the way her tail gently wrapped around my waist… the way her warm breath hit my neck… I was already lost.
She pushed me onto my bed and climbed on top of me. Her skin was hot — almost burning — but in the best way possible. She kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing with mine as her hands explored every inch of my body.
“You taste so innocent,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m going to enjoy corrupting you.”
What followed was the most intense, mind-blowing night of my life.
She took control completely. Her tail teased me while her mouth did things I didn’t even know were possible. Every time I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she would slow down, kiss me softly, and whisper dirty things in my ear in that demonic, seductive voice.
By the time morning came, I was exhausted, covered in sweat, and completely addicted.
She lay beside me, tracing circles on my chest with her finger.
“You summoned me,” she said with a wicked smile. “That means you’re mine now. I’ll be back every night… whether you like it or not.”
I didn’t answer.
I just smiled.
Because deep down, I already knew — I wanted her to come back.