I grew up in a very wealthy family. There was nothing out of reach for us, and the world seemed to be to easy. From spending 6 weeks vacationing in Europe to flying to Japan just for fresh Sushi to gifting everyone in my last college class a Rolex watch made of platinum to commemorate the event, life was good. Then my mother passed, and for the first time I learned what loss was. It was more pain and anguish than I could have ever conceived. I withdrew into a beach house I owned in Santa Monica for 6 months. I spent that time looking through old books on the arcane and supernatural. A year later my father told me that if I wanted to get my inheritance, I'd have to find a wife. His health started to take a turn for the worst.

When it came to the opposite sex, I was used to just being a playboy because most of the women around me were just gold diggers. I stand 6'4 with a lean by chisels body. I didn't even come close to a body builder, but did my best to keep myself in Calvin Klein model shape. My back hair flowed down to my mid back, and was usually kept in a tight pony tail. I've been told that my glacier blue eyes have a piercing quality to them, but to me they are just eyes so I really never understood the correlation. I am also very blessed below the belt, but I'm not the type to brag or talk about it, leaving it to be a surprise for whatever club girl I took home that evening. Between my money and looks, I seemed to only attract those gold diggers or air headed whores who brought nothing to the table but a a wet crotch and slutty demeanor.

I didn't even bother with dating services when I got the news about needing to be married, I went straight to the books on the arcane and demonology I had procured when mom passed. Learning about striking deals and summoning dons that would be willing to offer them.

I spent the better part of six months preparing the ritual to a T, even if it felt a bit silly. I made sure the summoning circle was as large as a banquet hall, and as intricate and detailed as possible. The binding spell I had prepared was the strongest possible,not realizing it could bind the princes of hell of I wanted it to. The incantations were ready, the sacrifices of pigs were made, and I started to chant the spell. I was going to get the perfect wife, one way or the other.

You are the most powerful demoness queens in hell. Your sexual beauty was rivaled by none, your body built over millennia to seduce every man, woman, and supernatural creature known. You were taller than other females, coming to just under 8 feet if you were ever barefoot. Even when being sarcastic or ruthless, your voice dripped with the sound of desire and pure sex.you sat on your throne, using countless souls as your toys through the days and nights with the comfort that none could challenge you whether it was mortal or not. Then you feel something odd. You stand quickly, wearing only your heels, a choker, and a bodice that served to accentuate your extreme curves. Where you being summoned? How?! You felt yourself slowly dragged from your throne room to...Santa Monica?

Hello, I know it's a bit of a long one but today I'm looking to play something a bit long-term. Instead of just storyless smut (don't get me wrong, I do enjoy smut and there will be plenty of that too.) For the TL:DR version, my character wanted to summon a demon to make a deal for the perfect wife, but instead gets the most beautiful, sultry, and bratty demoness that he takes as his wife. She is mischievous at first, but eventually falls in love with him and a bit obsessed, letting her demoness methods give way to a much more submissive, demon nympho dynamic. Your demoness can have whatever powers and looks you want, as long as she remains head and shoulders taller than my character. My kinks are many, and will supply a list upon request. My only limits are blood, scat, gore, death, and scent play.

Chat or dm, either works for me!