To Summon a Demon

TO SUMMON A DEMON

A Demons Unleashed Erotic Novella

By Lisa Alder

Copyright 2011

Lisa Alder

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead, or places, events,
or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author’s imagination and
used fictitiously.

Acknowledgments

First of all, thank you, thank you to Theresa Stevens for her fabulous editing services!!

And again, thanks to Madeira James at Xuni.com for an absolutely inspired cover. You rock!

Finally, to Lynn and Adrienne for your sounding board services and to Martha for pushing me to go even further. Heart you guys!

In the great Earthquake of 2015, the earth broke apart and unleashed the Demons who had been trapped below the surface for centuries by the magick of the Fae and the sheer density of the tectonic plates.

During the fateful earthquake, the core shifted and the Demons escaped from their prison. They burst back to the surface and the singular power of the moon that sustained them.

The Demons had two main goals, to experience the pleasures denied to them for thousands of years--and to wreak vengeance against the Fae.

While the Fae had but one goal: Return the Demons to their prison.

The moon hung low in the sky. Pale blue light rippled over the lapping waves. The soft shush-shush of the ocean licked at the shimmering white sand like a lover.

Lili spread her blanket in the secret little cove, hidden by a pair of boulders rising out of the sand like breasts laid out as an offering.

“Apt,” she murmured. With a gust of warm wind, the ties on her shift loosened and the rough material swished against her naked skin, as if the weather was in collusion with her intent to offer herself to the Prince of Demons.

Lili constructed a small ring of stones near the edge of the water with careful precision, close enough that if the fire tried to spread the seawater would put it out and yet far enough inland to burn. She arranged the dry tinder in the circle, making a little teepee, then threw in the shredded pieces of clothing she’d worn yesterday.

She would have never done something like this before.

Before Brian had died.

Before her life had been reduced to scrabbling for existence.

She remembered the world before the Demons had been freed.

She’d been in computer sales. She’d had a good life in the city. A condo in a high rise and her fiancé in her bed. Sewing, hand stitching, had been a hobby. An activity that linked her to her roots and helped her stay connected to her grandmother who lived in a quaint cottage in Ireland.

But once the Demons emerged, the energy in their bodies disrupted the electricity grids. Soon after they ascended from the depths of their Hell, systems started going haywire. Within a month, the entire world’s electronic infrastructure had crumbled. The information highway was a rutted, unused back road. Banks, stock markets, and the tech industry collapsed without the proper conduits in place.

The entire world regressed to a pre-electronic age.

And without the electronics to power systems, other industries soon fell into chaos. Ten years later the entire world had gone back to an age she had barely even read about. She’d had to relearn how to do everything without the aid of electricity.

The reality of her daily life still had the power to throw her.

But she’d dealt with everything until yesterday.

Yesterday. Before she’d delivered the bookseller’s wedding dress. Before the Fae had attacked her.

Yesterday had been the final straw. They’d attacked her.

The memory of their hands groping, hurting played in her mind like an old-fashioned movie strip. Each roll of the film sickened her more and more, until she wanted to scream and explode with her rage and her fear.

Every single miserable moment in her life could be attributed to the Fae. And she wanted them to pay.

She would get her revenge.

And who better to use than the mortal enemy of the Fae? The Demons.

Specifically, Prince Gaap. He commanded all of the Water Elemental Demons.

The urge to hum a protective chant was strong but she knew she needed to wait. The instructions she’d found on how to summon a Demon were very specific. When the fire was lit and the flames fanned into a crackling offering, she lay down on the blanket, feeling a bit silly, even though her purpose was deadly serious.

She remembered life before the Demons had come.

Her life had been good. Solid. Happy.

Now? Not so much.

The Fae had attacked her. Stolen the one thing she had left. Her dignity.

She’d made her own way in the world, without a man to protect her, without a family behind her.

She stayed out of the way and concentrated on survival. All the while mourning her fiancé, Brian, and the rest of her family.

But the Fae had changed all that when they’d attacked her. They had violated her body and suddenly the injustices of the last ten years rose up like a tidal wave inside her and threatened to pull her under. She refused to let them destroy her.

Only the Demons could aid her revenge against the Fae.

The sand chilled her through the wool weave of the old blanket. Goosebumps shivered across her skin and pebbled her nipples.

Lili closed her eyes and called a Demon.

“Gaap,” she whispered as she slid her hands up her body to cup her breasts. “I offer myself to you in exchange for your help.”

She waited, breath held, breasts pushed up toward the moon like the rocks behind her. Nothing happened.

The manual had been extremely specific about the magick required to summon the Demon. She needed to touch herself. In places that had been untouched by love for a very long time. She’d been hoping that if she sort of phoned it in, that would be good.

No doing.

Lili sighed and rubbed her palms over her puckered nipples, not aroused at all. The heat from her palms warmed her skin but her body was as unresponsive as a stick broom. Rage at the injustice perpetrated by the Fae edged out any feeling of arousal.

They hadn’t raped her. But they had touched and grabbed and poked and jabbed at her body, at her sex, violating her in a most personal manner.

Anger bubbled up inside her. She would take revenge on the Fae. She would avenge her honor.

But she couldn’t do it alone. The strength of humans was no match for the power and magick of the Fae. She needed an ally.

She needed a Demon.

Lili forced herself to calm. She had to be aroused to call the Demon. She had to find a place within herself where she could allow the emotion she’d sublimated since Brian had perished, and the feelings she’d suppressed after the Fae attacked, to be called forth.

As she lay there, she remembered the hands of her lover.

In a lazy move, she traced patterns across her flesh, a slight tingling started in her belly and snaked downward as she plucked at the nub. She imagined his hands, slightly rough, as she slid one hand down her stomach.

When Lili reached her pubic bone, she hovered on the brink of a decision.

Did she proceed with her summoning or did she pack up and go home to her miserable

existence?

She pinched her nipple and her insides jumped at the sensual contact. Her nether lips began to throb slightly, as if awakening from a long slumber. Lili inhaled slowly, and with the exhale slid her fingers into her curls.

In the whisper of wind, she imagined her lover telling her to ease open her legs and she complied. The move pushed her shift onto her hips and exposed her lower body to the moon.

As she separated her fingers to rub against her feminine lips, slowly, not touching her clitoris, the wind whispered again. Lili sighed as the wind flattened the material of her shift against her breasts.

“Gaap,” she called softly as she rubbed slowly along her increasingly slick channel. It had been so long since she’d welcomed a lover into her body. Her middle finger slid inside her at the urging of the wind. And she gasped. But the invasion wasn’t enough, not nearly.

In her mind, she pictured a huge, hot cock. She pictured the slide of the thick rod into her filling her, as it split her channel and banished her memories.

Of their own volition, her hips rose and begged for that phantom cock to invade her.

She squeezed and plucked at her nipples, knowing she wasn’t supposed to come. The whole point of the summoning was to bring the Demon to fuck her.

And in agreement for the fucking, she would get the help she sought.

The wind licked at her legs and curled around her stomach. The warm air slid beneath the shift and blew against her breasts. Her body burned hotter than the little sacrificial fire she’d built.

With one hand on her breasts and the other buried deep inside her body, she found herself on the edge of orgasm. As arousal washed over her in a wave, she remembered forgotten sensations.

Lili dug her heels into the cold sand and continued to work her body, uncaring now that the ceremony would be null. She imagined a thick, throbbing cock inside her, dominating her and then exploding jets of seed within her.

Her eyes opened wide as she stared at the moon. Her body imploded and her vision grayed. She thought for just a moment, she saw the face of her Demon in the shimmering night sky.

The incredible force of the moon bled down over the tableau, and his body drew in the power like a treasured aphrodisiac. Hie crackled and sparked with magick. Standing on the rocks above the protective cove, Prince Gaap, Demon of the Southern Hemisphere and Guide of the four Demon Princes, palmed his cock and stared at the human woman offering on the beach.

“Well this is interesting.”

The sex was decidedly one-sided and now he was aroused and frustrated.

She lay on the blanket, with her eyes closed and her black hair a halo around the strong features of her face. Her generous breasts rose and fell. Her body was flushed with the desire visibly thrumming through her flesh. Her mouth lightly parted as she drew breath.

Her capable hands brought her to completion but he could see in her hardened nipples and smell in the faint scent of arousal that so much more could be achieved with his willing and talented tongue. The thought of pressing inside her, of expanding his adaptable member to curl around that special spot and lick her throbbing clitoris, sent blood zinging through him. He yearned to feel the tight squeeze of contractions as her channel sucked his tongue further inside, and to absorb her essence into his mouth as surely as she would welcome his seed inside her body.

His skin warmed from the images that played through his brain.

While his cock hardened and ached for sexual release, deep suspicion warred with his hungry arousal.

“Likely a trap,” Leraye, Demon of Battle, and Gaap’s head of security, said softly from his left.

Gaap continued to stare down at the woman who’d tried to summon him.

“Definitely a trap,” Zepar, Demon of Seduction, snarled from his right.

“I am aware.” Somehow, his cock didn’t give a damn. The temptation to swoop down onto the sand and plunge into her was like fire in his blood. But caution prevailed.

He squeezed the head of his erection to coax out a drop of pre-cum, and lubricated his pulsing cock. The abrasion of his rough fingertips was a coarse and unpleasant reminder that he wasn’t fucking her raw. Instead, his own hand would bring him from the point of erection to sexual completion.

“However, her actions were clumsy with a singular innocence,” Zepar commented. His own cock stood at attention and strained against the tight leather breeches, raring to go.

She
had
been clumsy, at first. But as she aroused herself, her body had responded with a sensual ferocity that belied her awkward fumbling. He hated to waste an erect cock on his own

ministrations. After thousands of years under the Earth’s crust, he preferred a woman’s channel to his own fist. But even as he pictured her actions, Gaap’s brain instructed his cock to let go.

“She is no innocent.” The muscles in Gaap’s neck strained as he spurted his cum onto the rocks above her. Anyone who attempted to conjure a sex Demon for their own use was definitely experienced. After the Demons had erupted from their prison and unleashed their wrath, most humans were now afraid of their beastly natures.

Yes, the stupid humans thought they were beasts.

Yet, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if he thought she was there to harm his subjects.

Only the very ignorant, the very fearless, or the very wily attempted the ancient summoning ritual. However, she was clearly not ignorant. The woman had moved her hands over her body with a surety that even now heated his blood and enlarged his cock once more.