It seems like only yesterday that I summoned a Demon.

Now I know what you're thinking.. red skin, black horns, intensely muscular and humanoid looking.. and you'd be wrong. So, so wrong.

Demons aren't from a world we know, they exist outside of science and barely even magic can begin to help you understand their existence. Their bodies.. or forms, if you will, are beyond our comprehension, their true forms anyhow. Non-terrestrial, intangible forces beyond the expertise of any Nobel prize winning scientist.

Even with face-to-face contact I now can just barely wrap my head around the concept that they draw life and power from the very fabric of the cosmos itself!

They're horrific, twisted and often befitting of most definitions of evil.. vile things that take their forms in a most varied manner. Tall, short, hairy, smooth, humanoid, animalistic; or perhaps even a mix! Such a cruel image of swarms of these things existing just beyond the fabric of our reality, slathering and hissing through the few gaps in the veil. But, if they are such cruel and hideous beings.. why am I falling so hard for one?

As monstrous as you were, so tall and hoof-footed, I only found myself enamoured with your immense presence rather than the expected terror. I mean, sure I was scared, of course I was! But... I didn't have an urge to flee. It was a fear of not understanding, of being out of my depth which I most certainly was. To me.. you were gorgeous. Powerful and .. surprisingly charming!

Even as I'd sat there in the lounge space of my loft apartment, the room drenched in a crimson glow from the mood-light, with the Esoterica Pan-Demonica on the coffee table before me, I found myself grinning up at you. I was unable to take my eyes from you, inspecting your impossible visage with a keen interest.. especially the nude nature of you.

I embraced you that night, my hips pressed firmly to yours as I was hoisted from my seat and.. well.. quite thoroughly fucked. We clawed at each other, breaking my skin with ease under metallic nails as I was ploughed. It was a masterful display of carnal desire. All my longing and not-belonging in this world melted away through mascara saturated tears in the long arms of my new demonic companion.

Fuck, you were big.. so... so big...

Hiya puppies!!!

Hope you liked my little concept writing there! It's not much and I can't lie it's half baked at best so I'm hoping that if you like it enough you might be interested in talking through it with me and perhaps expanding it!

I just want to go through the motions, a slice-of-life roleplay if you will, of living with a demon and going about my day to day as I fall more and more in love with it.

I'd be playing a witch; gothy, headstrong and tomboyish, by the name of Lucille who'd summoned your character via a complex ritual detailed in the Esoterica Pan-Demonica (which will basically be the Necronomicon but more about demons than the dead).

I'm hoping for lots of messy, fun sex and some interesting character development!

So do message me via chat with your ideas for the rp and your demon's appearance <3 i'd greatly appreciate it!

Loves and kisses <3

Kinks: anal, spit, tongues, demons, large cocks, tummy/throat bulging, size difference, daddy issues, dub con, musk, rimming, pegging, deepthroating, spanking, scratching, marking, biting, bloodplay and other body fluids (piss, spit, cum, anal juice, that sort of thing), choking, collars, older men.

Limits: shit, pedophillia, rape, gore and vore.