The Summoning

** I humbly offer a very short story for the Halloween 2026 contest. I know it's not the correct time for a "750 Challenge", but ever since hearing about it I've wanted to try, and so I decided to test myself for Halloween since I don't currently have the time for a more proper 5-10k words as I finish up a 40k novella. If Demons (and elements of BDSM) are not your thing, please move on, as there are plenty of other awesome Halloween stories out there that would love your attention this season! Stay spooky, Lit -DiN **

"THE SUMMONING"

I took one last look at the blue moon peeking from behind a drifting cloud. A full moon on All Hallows' Eve was rare; the next wouldn't come for 19 years, when I'd be too old for another attempt.

It was now or never.

My black fingernails scraped over the stone before my palm pressed into it. I wore only a crimson robe, as the witches of old had done. The stone circle pulsed beneath my hand as I whispered the incantation for a third time, in a tongue I barely understood.

And then it happened.

In the circle of damp dirt I'd cleared, the torches I had staked roared to life as a deep note vibrated through me. A portal, black as space, opened beneath me. I scurried away and watched it grow.

Black horns rose first, slick with oily filth. Then its face emerged, shifting between hound, raven, and goat--changing, or perhaps my eyes were deceived.

Its eyes glowed--poison green at the edges, an eerie yellow within.

Brimstone. Ash. Sulfur.

Death.

The stench made me dry heave before its massive form.

I realized too late I'd been staring in confusion; the demon had fully risen. Its oily skin moved over its body like a living shroud.

It stepped toward me, and I screamed, scrambling for the only safety I knew: beyond the runed circle.

A sticky tendril grabbed my ankles and pulled me from my robe, my bare skin dragging over dirt and rocks. I rolled onto my back, mud smearing me, blood beading from scratches.

More black ropes shot from its arms, cuffing my wrists and yanking me to my knees, hands forced behind my back.

The demon stepped forward. A phallic cylinder elongated upwards from its crotch, then lowered itself towards me. I guessed what would happen next before it became real.

The head of its cock pushed out from the oily tube, glowing orange like lava, and pressed to my lips. I looked up, my wrists straining. Our eyes were locked.

It tilted its horned head, as if amused. He wanted my submission, and I was in no position to defy him.

I opened my lips and waited.

It made me do it willingly, and with a shudder I obeyed my new master.

As my lips slid over its head, another tendril wrapped my neck and forced me to take it deep. I choked, doing my best as the coils moved my head along its slick length.

I felt more of its tendrils slither up my thighs. One attached to my clit, another slid inside me. I tried to gasp, but could only moan as the things below teased and probed me. My hands were released, and I grasped its shaft, stroking as I continued to suck.

After a while, it suddenly withdrew from me. Before I could catch my breath, tendrils returned, forcing me to my hands and knees.

It circled behind as the tendrils lifted my hips, exposing me completely.

I looked back, seeing it raise an arm. Nine oily strips whipped across my back. I screamed and begged for mercy.

But there would be none this night.

It whipped me until I went numb and begged for release. Its molten cock pressed against my wet cunt, and I thanked it with tears in my eyes. The heat was searing as its impossibly thick cock pushed into me. I stretched beyond what I thought possible. Its hand slapped my rear, thrusting deeper as demonic ropes held me in place.

It moved relentlessly. I was nothing but a vessel for its pleasure, but soon I didn't care. He buried himself inside me again and again.

Its talons scratched over my breasts, and its tendrils suckled my clit again. My climax built quickly.

I pushed back into it, moaning like an animal in heat.

It thrust harder.

Faster.

I broke first, a terrifying orgasm tearing through me. It howled, and its seed burst inside me, lava-hot. I knew then I was more than a plaything--now a carrier for its offspring.

Without warning, I was released and collapsed as it stared down and chuckled at my broken form.

Then it stepped back toward the black portal and disappeared.

The torches died, leaving only smoke. The forest went silent. My ragged breathing was all that remained as every muscle ached and I cried.

But...

I wanted more.

Though it horrified me, the desire was undeniable.

I was already craving the chance I would have nineteen years hence.