"That's acceptable," said Aaralon. So far the summoning ritual had proved to be an anti-climax, it had been tricky but not impossible and here the demon, albeit a small one, already offering to co-operate.
The Tar'oth flew around in front of him, "You need to take your dick out and wrap your fingers around it while you chant." She was cute but not all that sexy, she was too inhuman for Aaralon's own tastes and far too small but at least she seemed enthusiastic enough.
"My dick?" Aaralon puzzled, "How does that help with the spell?"
The miniature demon snickered, "It doesn't! I just want a peak! Now, repeat after me�"
Arcane and dark words sounded in Aaralon's head, a telepathic connection as the Tar'oth used her own native language to share the spell with him. Aaralon unfastened the lace up front of his trousers, slipped his fingers around his dick and pulled it out. He was going to enjoy watching it grow. The young wizard repeated the ancient spell; a perfect casting and he could feel the magic flow from his body. As the spell finished he knew something had changed but it wasn't the size of his cock. "Nothing's growing," notes Aaralon, "Not my cock, not you. Are you sure you gave me the right spell?"
Giggling the tiny demon fluttered up to right in front of Aaralon's face, "Of course it was the right spell, you silly wizard. Go play with yourself."
To his amazement, Aaralon found himself stroking his dick even as his anger grew at the less than helpful demon. "You bitch," he snapped, "What's going on."
The small creature flew down, drawing herself up close to where his fingers continued to slide back and forth over the length of his cock. "I'll tell you what's going on. You messed up. You trusted a demon. Thanks to that little spell we shared and which you willingly cast with me; you're entirely under my control." The demonic trickster seemed engrossed with Aaralon's penis, "And your first task for me, well, after you've cum all over your fingers, is to steal Mistress Janna's ruby emerald for me."
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Has the summong attempt ended up with him fully under the control of a tiny, kinky, terror?
No way! Aaralon attempts to banish the miniature demon.
Aaralon's forced to go for the necklace.
Aaralon continues to stroke his shaft
Turn the tables and show the Tar'oth who the boss really is!
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