"Get to fuck," snapped Aaralon, "Janna's the headmistress of the battle magic school. She'd toast me for even thinking about it. Besides, I'm not giving in to you so easily."
The Tar'oth giggled again, letting her bat-like wings flap against his cock while she hovered in front of his crotch. "Oh no? Then why are you still jerking off? Huh?" And she was right, Aaralon knew that it was next to useless to try and resist demonic mind control that had been entered into willingly. The demon could tell him to go rape Mistress Janna and he'd try, whether he wanted to or not. Still, he had a trick of his own prepared; he had included a banishment clause in his summoning spell.
Aaralon began his counter spell without warning, "Ouarh Mou'ath Moi-oam, Ritu Karam" It wasn't going to be easy, he wasn't able to gesture with his hands since his right hand was still wrapped around his cock and as the pleasure brought on from his unwilling masturbation continued to build up in his body he was finding it hard to concentrate.
"Nice try," whispered the little demon, "Sneaky, very sneaky. I like that. I don't think you'll be able to spellcast and cum at the same time, too bad. I command you to cum!" She fluttered back up to hover in front of his face and stuck out her tongue but Aaralon noticed that much of the demon's confidence had left her. He felt himself starting to cum. His self-induced orgasm wasn't quite there yet, nonetheless he was amazed to discover he was responding to the demon's demands. Creamy white fluid shot from his dick, splashing over his fingers and dripping to the ground. Aaralon squeezed his eyes shut, determined to keep his focus as he tried to finish the counter-chant to the summoning.
"Quea Kairth, Moria Loiw Goar, Soah" he knew he was still cumming, still spraying his seed over himself, still obeying the control spell. Then it all stopped. Slowly, Aaralon opened his eyes and looked around. The bitch of a demon had gone. Tiny but just as dangerous and as hard to handle as any other demons - well, actually, the book had the Tar'oth was one of the less demanding forces to try and control.
He was going to have to be more careful. Fuck, he was going to have to clean up, the attic room was a mess. |