[Tags: Demon/Human, Rimming, Musk, Facesitting, Worship, Dominant Demon]

Osculum Infame

It took time, and a lot of preparation, but finally, the room was ready. Aaron, a man in his mid-twenties, looked around at his work. Dozens of candles lit the room with an eerie glow, the walls were covered over with curtains of rich red, and on the floor in the center of it all, was a pentagram made with animal blood and outlined with ritual chalk. A small hint of pride swelled in Aaron's chest. Considering all of this was located in his basement, it looked very impressive. Very cult-like, and professional.

And now, all that was left was to commence the summoning. Aaron cleared his throat and began.

“Oh, great fiery hell, hear my call. I ask you, grant me audience with thy horned being, they of fire and brimstone, they of the damned, the fallen. Grant me a visit so they may hear my request, and fulfill it true. I, Aaron, of human flesh, herby open this gate from earth to hell so demon, if you've heard my call, make your presence known!”

Aaron expected to wait at least a few minutes for the ritual to take effect, but instead it happened the moment those last words left his lips. Something shifts in the room, the air gets heavier, and noticeably hotter. Suddenly those fully-covering cult robes that Aaron wore didn't seem like such a good idea.

Then, in an instant, fire erupts from the pentagram, knocking Aaron back and filling the room with a haze of black, ashy smoke, clouding his view. He gets back up, coughing as he attempts to wave away the smoke with his hand. As it begins to subside, he can steadily begin to make out a figure from the dark smog.

From both the height and girth of the shadow, one thing was for certain: this figure could not be human, it was impossible. Which meant… The ritual was a success!

Covering his mouth with his robes and closing his eyes, Aaron waited for the smoke to fully clear. When it did, he looked back up to the figure, and tried his best to stop his jaw from hitting the floor.

Before Aaron was the first real demon he had ever seen with his own eyes, and he- And it was definitely a “he” judging from his form -was breathtaking.

Just as his silhouette had implied, he was huge, easily over eight, possibly even nine feet tall. He had quite the belly on him, but despite that it was easy to tell he was strong, with arms, chest, and thighs all bursting with healthy amounts of muscle. His skin was a striking dark shade of red all over, while his wings, which seemed like something ripped straight from a dragon's back, were a complementing hue of pure black. His mouth resembled that of a crocodile, although with a much shorter snout, with two fangs that protruded outward from his bottom maw. On his shoulders, his skin seemed to have a rougher texture, with dull spikes all over. And his horns, located on the top of his head, sharing the same shade of black as his wings, as if burnt, were bent forward. Looking down, Aaron noticed that the demon had a tail. Long and thick, it lay there on the floor until it tapered off to a point.

And that wasn't all, this demon was clothed! Well, somewhat. He wore various accessories, most of which would probably get someone odd looks on the street if a human wore them. Around his neck were many different necklaces, each affixed with imposingly large fangs from several different animals. Two dark iron bands on his arms, riveted with spikes. On his right, several leather straps wrapped around each other in a messy, overlapping pattern. And on his left, a fearsome gauntlet with a series of even more spikes (this guy really loved his spikes, huh?), complete with a set of plain metal rings worn on each of his fingers, all of which boasted some very dangerous claws. And not least of all was his loincloth. Adorned with even more scary embellishments, it wrapped around his waist, and was shockingly short. Complete with a horned skull right at the crotch region.

The demon was a lot to take in, and did not seem to care that his choice of outfit was so… Revealing. Aaron tried his best not to shamelessly oogle over the hellish demon, but it was difficult.

Aarons tastes were a bit strange, to say the least, and this creature was ticking quite a few boxes… But he had to focus! Now was not the time.

It was then when Aaron noticed that the demon had not spoken once in all the time he was looking him over, and in fact, was looking down at him with his arms crossed, waiting on him.

Quickly, Aaron dropped to his knees, showing reverence to the demon before him and looking up to meet his bright-orange, burning gaze.

“Greetings, beast from the great below. I am honored by your presence before me today, and thank you deeply for answering my call.”

The demon seems to like this, smirking a bit and puffing out smoke from his nostrils. Aaron thinks that is incredibly hot, but decides to keep that thought to himself.

“Well met, little human. I am eager to hear the reason for your summoning, but before that, I'm sure you are aware that a price must be paid before a pact can be consummated. Do you have the proper sacrifice?”

His voice wasn't too unexpected for someone like him. Deep and booming, but also with an otherworldly sound attached to it that hit the ears strangely.

“I do, great demon. Please wait while I retrieve it.” Aaron says, leaving. The “offering of dead flesh” seemed to be the most dramatic thing required of the summoning, but after looking over the ritual several times, the conditions were not incredibly specific. Meaning, that something like ground beef purchased at the supermarket should meet those requirements all the same.

Still in its packaging, Aaron hands it to the demon, who takes it with a perplexed look on his face. He brings it to his face, turning it around in his claws, and gives it a sniff. He lets out an amused hum before snapping his fingers and making it vanish in a puff of smoke.

“Very well, your offering is acceptable.” He says, crossing his arms once again and looking down at Aaron. “You may refer to me as Bazzoroth the Burning, high fire demon, torturer of souls, and the one who has answered your call. I will be handling your request for this summoning, so ask of me what you will, and I will fulfill it if it is in my power to do so.”

Aaron pauses, suddenly unsure about his request. Bazzoroth seemed to be much too important to be handling it. This was his first actual summoning, and while he didn't know what the “average” demon really looked like, the crude pictures in his ritual books never had one that looked so… Imposing? This guy looked like the final boss of an RPG. Still, according to the ritual, the demon could not move past the range of the pentagram that the summoner had set out for him, so regardless of anything else, he would be safe. So Aaron begins explaining his request.

“I have a camping trip with some friends next week, and a few of them are scared of sleeping outdoors with all the bears and stuff nearby, so if you could deal with them, that would be, uh… pretty great.” He finishes awkwardly.

Bazzoroth continues to look down, seemingly unfazed at the request of being asked to be a glorified bodyguard for a human's stupid camping trip.

“Is that all?” He asks.

“Yes, that is all.” Aaron replies, hoping he won't get mad.

Bazzoroth huffs. “A simple task. For the duration of your trip, you will be under the searing gaze of Bazzoroth the Burning. Any creature that attempts to trespass on your rest will be incinerated until the very marrow of their bones is nothing but ash and smoke.”

Woah, that was a bit much.

“Um, if it's not too much trouble, Bazzoroth, great demon of fire, could you perhaps go a bit easier on them? Scaring them off would be more than enough.”

“Hmph, an even simpler task, then. Have no fear, you and your companions will sleep peacefully.” Bazzoroth snaps his fingers, and a contrast manifests itself out of thin air before Aaron, its demonic symbols perpetually burning impossibly.

“Sign, human.”

In blood, is what he doesn't say. Not too big of a deal though, it isn't a lot. Aaron bites a bit of skin off his thumb and brings it towards the paper before hesitating.

Noticing this, Bazzoroth speaks. “Hellfire only burns the souls of the damned. You will not be harmed.”

Oh. How convenient.

And with that, Aaron presses it to the contract, and it disappears.

“Thank you, Bazzoroth, Demon Lord of Fire. It was an honor to be graced with your presence today.”

Bazzoroth nods, but says nothing, leaving them both standing there in silence. Aaron looks around side-to-side, before looking back at Bazzoroth.

‘We're done here, right?’ Aaron thought to himself. The pact was fulfilled, so why was Bazzoroth still here?

“I'm sorry, great demon from below, is there some part of the pact that has yet to be completed?” Aaron asks, although he's pretty sure he got everything.

Bazzoroth shakes his head, and actually seems to look somewhat dejected at the question.

“No, the pact is done. However, I'm simply surprised that someone such as you, who clearly knows his fair share about demons,” he speaks, gesturing around the room, with its many occultic decorations, “knows nothing about the proper demon greeting. I held my tongue before now, since you've treated me with such esteem thus far, but I cannot let such a transgression pass.”

Aaron is genuinely shocked that he had actually missed something, and scared that what he missed seemed to disrespect the demon in front of him. “I'm sorry, great Bazzoroth the Burning, I had no knowledge of this. Forgive me, and please let me know if such a grave mistake can be corrected.”

Bazzoroth lets out a small laugh, thankfully still in a good mood. “Do not worry, little human. All I ask is that you greet me properly now that you are aware of it, so that our first meeting is not soured by such an oversight. We demons love our traditions, you see, so it's quite important.”

“Of course, Bazzoroth. And what, may I ask, is this greeting?” Aaron asks, looking up at the demon.

“You must kiss my asshole.”

Bazzoroth replies, as bluntly as getting hit in the head with a baseball.

Aaron just stares at the demon, speechless.

What.

“What?” He says, Although Aaron is quite sure he heard the demon perfectly.

“The proper demon greeting, from human to demon, requires that you must place a kiss upon the bud of my rump.” Bazzoroth explains, his voice unwavering and still, like he was saying something incredibly mundane.

“I've… I've never heard of anything like that!” Aaron speaks incredulously, his voice getting much louder. He didn't mean to raise his voice at a demon, why would he, but his request was so unbelievable, he couldn't help it.

“Oh no?” Bazzoroth replies, a bit amused, seemingly having expected such a response. “Perhaps you should try researching it. The greeting is known as “Osculum Infame”, and its origins can be traced back to when humans first began the act of summoning demons. This is all very standard, I assure you.”

Aaron whips out his phone from underneath his robes to prove the demon wrong. Surely such an unhinged practice could not actually be real? But when he searched, and saw several results for the exact thing that Bazzoroth had just mentioned with the same name, he couldn't believe it. “No fucking way.” He cursed under his breath, utterly shocked.

“Yes fucking way.” Bazzoroth mimes, his voice dripping with smugness. “Now”

Bazzoroth then turns around, bending over and hiking his tail up high. Aaron's eyes widened so much he feared they might pop out of his skull.

Bazzoroth's balls were huge, the size of grapefruits, and swung heavy, side-to-side, like pendulums. His dick was greater still, thick as Aaron's arm with an impressive length despite being flaccid. But those things were easily forgotten as Bazzoroth placed a clawed hand on one great red cheek, spreading it and showing off the slightly darker hole in the center, which demanded its presence be seen. “come here, little human, Bazzoroth asks you for a proper demonic greeting.” He says, his voice becoming much huskier than usual.

Aaron's phone dropped to the ground, forgotten. Aaron had been alive for a good while now and nothing he had seen could compare to the sight before him now. The demon's hole, sandwiched in between those mountains of meat was like a hidden treasure, calling to him like a siren song, beckoning him closer. So enticing… And tasty. Aaron's mouth began to water thinking of all the things he could do to it.

The only reason Aaron had reacted so harshly to being told about the greeting was because the idea of kissing a creature of hell's asshole, on principle, is insane. It was only instinctual to reject such a thing. Of course, deep down, it excited Aaron, and he could feel the excitement building up in his loins.

But still, there was something holding him back. Surely, Bazzoroth would know how embarrassing this would be to the average human? Or, perhaps, that is exactly why he demanded it? Is this how demons get their kick from humans? By demeaning them? Regardless of how bad Aaron wanted this, he still had some dignity.

“But this… this is debased, I can't just-”

“Debased?” Bazzoroth says, taken aback at the word. He looks back from his shoulder. “This is nothing of the sort, little human. I only ask you to partake in this because I have some level of respect for you. Your summoning technique is of high quality, something of a rarity these days. If this was the typical mediocre work of a beginner, I would've left after the pact was sealed. But this is a proper summoning, which in turn deserves the proper demon greeting.” Bazzoroth then looks at Aaron directly, with a much warmer smile than the one's he's given him before.

“Do not think I am tricking you into performing some distasteful act for my own amusement, genuinely, this is somewhat of an honor. Many lesser demons would line up at even the slightest chance to kiss the rear of a demon such as myself. Take pride that you get the opportunity yourself.”

Goddamn did this demon know how to sweet talk. Fine then. If this was the “proper” demon greeting that Bazzoroth wanted, he'd get that and more.

Bazzoroth's tail begins to sway seductively as he notices Aaron slowly walk over to him. “I cannot help but notice a distinct lack of your soft human lips upon my great demonic rump, human. See that you fix that.”

“Of course, Bazzoroth.” Aaron says, absentmindedly, before diving into the great feast before him.

Aaron's hands flew forward, grabbing a handful of the demon's meaty backside with each arm. He could feel the muscle beneath these powerful glutes that the demon had flaunted to him just seconds ago. And to think, that loincloth of his barely covered any of this from behind. No wonder those lesser demons were so eager to get at this, if Bazzoroth teased them like this all the time, it really must be hell down there.

He kneaded the skin in his hands like dough, amazed at how little give each cheek had.

“Impressive, yes?”

“Yes, very impressive.” Aaron confirmed.

His hands wandered lower, down Bazzoroth's very impressive manhood. It was a wonder how Aaron didn't see these things swinging from underneath that loincloth when Bazzoroth entered. He reached out and took a hold of one of Bazzoroth's balls. Yep, heavy. Imagine the load this guy could give off…

“Human, while I appreciate the attention to my more sensitive demon parts, you should know that my asshole is eagerly awaiting your touch, and has been waiting for several minutes at this point. Make haste.”

It was a shame he couldn't play with them more, but Bazzoroth was right: he had a greeting to give, and it was rude to leave a demon hanging.

Moving his hands up, Aaron helped Bazzoroth spread himself a bit wider, giving him a better view of his objective.

His red skin was slightly shiny from the heat that Bazzoroth himself naturally emitted, and he watched as small beads of sweat slowly made their way down from the bottom of his back, through to the crevice of his ass. It was beautiful, in an odd, perverted way. Was demon ass meant to look this alluring? Or was it only Bazzoroth who had such a fittingly kissable hole? Either way, Aaron couldn't wait any longer.

He pushed forward, pressing his lips to the hole with a shameless, heartfelt kiss that was more fitting for a bride than to a fire demon's hole.

Aaron's lips stayed in contact for at least ten seconds before separating with an obnoxious “mwah” sound. Technically, that should've been the end, but of course, this was just the beginning.

Ever hungry, Aaron delved in once again, pressing his face into the sweaty cleft and breathed in. Bazzoroth smelled amazing: like smoke, sulfur sweat, and man. Rather homey, actually, like sitting next to a fireplace that someone had just thrown fresh logs into.

Without wasting another moment, Aaron plunged his tongue into the demon's eager hole, and began to eat him out like a man starved of food. His tongue moved erratically within the fire demon, desperately grasping for every inch of him that he could reach.

And just then, Aaron could hear Bazzoroth let out a deep moan, a sign to keep going.

“My…! What technique!” Bazzoroth said, in between heavy breaths. “I had no clue you would take this greeting so seriously.” He absolutely did know. “Oh, but don't let me stop you. Continue, human.”

And so he did. Aaron reached out his arms, hugging the demon's waist and pushing himself closer into the demon's ass. He backed out, but only to instead start licking and slurping the area around the demon's hole with fervent obsession, making sure to lapp up any sweat that he could.

It was then that Aaron felt a weight upon his entire body: Bazzoroth's tail, which he had lifted up at the start of this, now dropped down and over the smaller human, keeping him securely in that most sacred of spots that was the hot, humid space of Bazzoroth's ass.

The tail didn't matter to Aaron, he had no plans of leaving anyway. He continued to lay multiple kisses on the hole that had quickly become the center of his world. Unfortunately, Aaron was simply human, and he still had to breathe.

He managed to wrench himself away to catch a few short breaths- which took an embarrassingly high amount of willpower -only to be immediately dragged back in by a clawed hand at the back of his head.

“Oh no you don't. Get back in there, little human, you aren't done with my ass yet.”

Welp.

With Bazzoroth shoving the poor human back into the demon's hot, sweaty backside, Aaron decided to continue his onslaught of tongue upon the demon's hole. Not like he had any choice.

“Oh! Great horned devil, you know just how to treat a demon! Lavish me, human! Devour me!”

His words were just the encouragement he needed to keep going. With renewed vigor, Aaron continued to rim- no, worship the demon in front of him. For that is what a demon like Bazzoroth deserved, especially with an ass like this. Aaron let his tongue drag from the bottom of Bazzoroth's balls to the black pucker that was already so glazed with spit the thing was practically sparkling. He pressed his face into it and moaned, though the sound was easily muffled by the demon's rump, so it was unknown if Bazzoroth even heard it. No doubt he would've been happy to know the human was enjoying himself so thoroughly.

As this went on, Aaron could tell Bazzoroth was getting close. He could hear his breath becoming more ragged, his voice getting shakier, and even the demons impeccable form began to falter as Aaron could feel his legs shake with every lick upon his hole.

Still, cumming just from rimming? Bazzoroth must really be into this.

It was then that Aaron finally felt Bazzoroth's grip on his head loosen, and he was set free. ‘Aww, is it over?’ Aaron thought to himself. Stopping so close to the end was kind of disappointing, it felt like he had been robbed of the fruits of his labor.

But before he could get up, Bazzoroth whipped his tail and pushed Aaron to the floor. At least he was enough of a gentleman to weaken the fall with that same tail, that definitely counted for something.

When Aaron opened his eyes, all he could see was Bazzoroth looming over him and that dark, wet, sopping hole that he had put so much work into staring right at him.

“Hey, Bazzoroth… What are you doing?”

He smirks again. “It should be obvious, human: I am going to sit on you. You will serve as a throne as I grind my demonic butt on your face and cum to completion.”

The sheer frankness of his tone of voice when he said these things was strangely attractive in its own way. Bazzoroth truly does not feel shame for these things.

But still, Bazzoroth was a nine foot, who-knows-how-heavy demon, who was now steadfastly claiming that he wanted to sit on this poor human's face. Surely, this was not safe. And although Aaron thought the idea of being crushed under tons of demon ass to be incredibly hot, he would prefer to be able to live to appreciate it.

“Umm, are you sure that's a good idea? I'm way smaller than you, and I don't want to-”

“Yes, you will be safe, human. Do not worry.” Bazzoroth interrupted. Now, if you can: stop speaking. The only thing your mouth should be busy with at this moment is eating demon hole. If it is not doing that, don't bother using it.”

Bazzoroth didn't even give Aaron the chance to reply before the human saw his vision fade into black with the fastly approaching demon rump.

Thankfully, Bazzoroth is true to his word. Rather than putting his entire weight onto Aaron, he decides to settle for squatting over his face instead.

The routine continues, only this time with Bazzoroth's hole being much more intimately close with Aaron's face, and with Bazzoroth jerking off his inhuman cock in an effort to finish himself off.

Aaron isn't even sure how much more love he can give to Bazzoroth's asshole at this point. Every inch of him was so thoroughly kissed and licked by he couldn't remember a time where he wasn't rimming him. His tongue was getting tired, and the heat under Bazzoroth made him feel like he was in a sauna. Still, he felt it was his personal goal to give this demon the release he was craving, so he continued, sucking on his pucker with the last burst of stamina he had.

“Yes! Keep going, little human! You're doing fantastic. Excellent, superb. Keep eating me out!” He says, speeding up and repeating those lost words like a mantra as he seems to lose himself in pleasure.

“Keep eating me out… Keep eating… Keep… Ahh… Keep…” And slower, and slower, with heavy breaths in between, and sometimes not even being able to get words out, just mumbling gibberish to himself as he mindlessly pumps that freakishly large club he calls a dick. Until eventually, he bursts.

Aaron could hear the sound of thick demon cum splattering all over his wall, like a bucket of paint. He pushed the thoughts of cleanup to the back of his mind, he'll deal with that later.

The demon gets up, his hole finally detaching from Aaron's hole, leaving a single strand of spit connecting the two. Bazzoroth turns around, looking at Aaron with the most refreshed, at peace look he'd ever seen on a living thing.

He extends a hand down to Aaron, who takes it gratefully. “Human!” Bazzoroth exclaims, pulling Aaron into a warm embrace. “That was wonderful! I had no idea you were so skilled at such things. That was easily the best greeting I have ever received in all my years, and I've been walking the realms of hell and earth since your kind was still playing with rocks!”

Aaron wipes all the sweat from his face as he turns around to walk outside the pentagram. “Good to know you enjoyed yourself.” He panted, still out of breath. The humid air of his basement felt alien to him now without the smoky scent of Bazzoroth's musk attached to it. Admittedly he had gotten quite used to it, enough that he kind of missed it.

“So, are you done here?” Aaron forced out, a twinge of sadness in his voice. A large part of him didn't want Bazzoroth to leave. He didn't know how these types of matters were handled in the demon world, but here, rimming someone, especially as deeply as Aaron had just done, was very intimate. It was hard to just say goodbye after that, but if demons didn't see this type of thing as anything more than some fun, then what could he do?

“Oh, sad to see me go, hmm?” Bazzoroth grins. “Have no fear, human, I'm not quite done with you yet…” He says, ominously.

And then, Bazzoroth steps forward. Right over the pentagram that was meant to hold him in place, as if it was nothing more than a silly picture drawn in crayon.

Aaron's expression immediately changed and for the first time, he felt fear in the presence of this demon, and he found himself unable to move, frozen in place as Bazzoroth approached.

Now, standing in front of the much smaller human, was the size difference clear. Bazzoroth reaches out, holding the human's face in one hand with an alarming amount of tenderness. “You play with powers that are far beyond your control, human.” He said, his voice dipping lower as he leaned into Aaron's neck, his warm breath tickling his skin.

“A simple protective pentagram may be effective for a lesser demon, but to one such as myself, it is no inconvenience.” Bazzoroth's claws dance around Aaron's skin, threatening to tear, but never going through.

“Did you know, little human? The demon's that can answer any given summoning is directly related to the quality of the chant used to call us. Hence why I praised yours earlier, it was very well performed, enough that demons of my caliber were able to answer it. You are talented, but incontestably green. There should have been cleansing wards placed around the room, holy water blessed floors, or at the very least a charm to protect yourself.”

Bazzoroth's tail slams down on the floor with a heavy thud, causing Aaron to fall on the floor. Looking up, he could only see the demon's face inches away from his own. “You've willingly brought a demon directly from hell onto earth, with no restrictions to speak of. I'm free to do whatever I want, and there are very few of you that can hope to stop me. Are you aware of the consequences of this? Allow me to tell you, human…”

Aaron mentally prepares himself to hear all the terrible, awful things this demon was going to do with his freedom, only to get a warm kiss on the cheek instead.

“Nothing, since I find you so cute.”

Aaron feels two things as the lingering heat of the kiss wears off. Relief, and pure anger.

“What the hell was that about!?” He yells at the demon, attempting to push him back with little success. The demon was quite literally a mountain of beef and power.

Bazzoroth simply lets out a boisterous laugh at the human. “Gahaha! Apologies, but I wouldn't be a demon if I didn't have at least a little fun at your expense.” He stops, looking at Aaron. “Did I scare you?”

“That would be an understatement! I thought you were going to go on a rampage that would be all my fault!” Aaron proclaimed, to which Bazzoroth once again just snickered to himself, clearly thinking the whole thing to be quite funny.

He lies down next to Aaron, placing a hand on his back to calm him down.

“Sorry, then. I won't do it again! Demon's word.”

Aaron notes that ‘demon's word’ isn't exactly the most trustworthy thing to say, but he keeps it to himself.

“And just so we're clear, I was being truthful with what I said earlier: I do find you rather pleasing to look at, for a human, you are quite cute. And after that rimming you gave me, you've more than piqued my interest.”

‘Piqued his interest'? Aaron muses. “What do you mean?”

Bazzoroth puts his fingers on his chin, thinking. “Hmmm… What are you humans calling a man who is bonded with another nowadays? Oh, the word is slipping me… Ah!” Bazzoroth exclaims, snapping his fingers. "Boyfriend! Yes, that's it. I'm asking you if you'd be interested in me being your boyfriend, human. You've fascinated me, so I deem this worth pursuing.”

Aaron stands there, trying to process what this demon was saying to him. Again, Bazzoroth really does not seem to understand subtly, or perhaps that's just how demon's are. “Bazzoroth what are you- wait, how would that even work?” You're a demon, and I'm a human. We live in completely different realms of existence, and I don't think I can take a subway down to hell. Unless, you want me to go the traditional way?” Aaron responds rather grimly. The offer did intrigue him, but he couldn't ignore all the obvious complications with it.

Bazzoroth immediately tries to explain himself. “No, I am not suggesting anything of the sort. You will remain alive and continue living your life here on the mortal plane.” He gets that part out rather hastily, making sure there was no confusion in that area. “As for the issue of visiting, you can easily just summon me once more. As of right now, with your current skill level, I can stay here for eight hours, give or take a few minutes. With proper nurturing of your talent, and a better understanding of the ritual, we can easily extend that to two weeks, possibly even a month, which I believe is more than enough to enjoy our time together. And if all goes well, you could perform a lengthier ritual entirely in the demon language to give me a full year.” Bazzoroth explains this all very calmly and sincerely.

“I can't speak demon.” Aaron brings up.

“I will teach you.” Bazzoroth responds, nonplussed.

“That's all well and good, but does that mean I have to give you an offering every time? That stuff isn't cheap.”

“A reasonable concern, but easily dealt with. You will enter into a new pact with me, one that gives you a more personal summoning rite that only I can answer. In this pact, the requirement of my offering will be changed to ask for “your time”, as the only stipulation. In essence, the summoning is costless.” Another one of Aaron's obstacles tossed aside easily.

“Well… What about my friends and family? I can't let them know I'm dating a demon, at least not right away. What are they gonna say when they see you running around my house?”

“Only the summoner can see the demon he has brought forth, unless I wish this not to be the case. I am for your eyes only.”

“What if you touch something?”

Bazzoroth snorts. “My physical presence is very much real, but if a situation ever arises where I would need to be careful not to make it known, I would be. I am not some clumsy lesser.”

“And your smell?”

Finally this one seems to catch the demon off guard. No easy answer here.

“Ah… Yes, my smell would be quite noticeable to most humans… Perhaps a scented candle would help mask it? Unless you are saying you yourself are not fond of my scent?”

“No, I like it, I'm just making sure.”

“Ah.” He responds, a smile once again returning to his toothy maw. “Very well then, good to know.”

Bazzoroth leans into the human, placing one of his huge clawed hands over his much smaller one. “If you have any other questions, I am more than happy to answer them. You should know that demons, and especially me, are incredibly stubborn when it comes to getting what we want, and I want you terribly.”

The way Bazzoroth's voice changes to a gravelly growl makes Aaron tremble all over. How could he possibly say no to him?

“Okay, Bazzoroth, you convinced me. And even though there's still a lot about this I'm unsure about, I can't deny I don't want to at least try it. It could be fun, and… I kinda find you pretty cute too, so, why not.”

His eyes widen, then narrow again. “I have never been called ‘cute’ before, how amusing. It seems you have quite the odd taste in men.” He says, causing Aaron to flush a bit.

“But moving on, I would like to thank you for choosing to accept my proposal. I will not disappoint, I assure you. Now, would you mind telling me your name? It would be improper to not call you as such given I am properly courting you now.”

“It's Aaron.” He answers. “But you can keep calling me what you've been calling from time-to-time, if you want. I kinda like it.”

“As you wish. Aaron, and little human. I will call you these names interchangeably. Now” he begins.

“I suppose I should be completely honest with you, since I would not want this relationship to start on a lie. The “greeting” that I had asked from you, is mostly a retired practice, and is only done rarely as a novelty between us demons.”

“Oh?” Aaron hums. He couldn't find it in him to be mad about, but he was curious. “Why'd you ask me to do it then?”

“Because when I first laid eyes on you, you were practically drooling over me.” Aaron looked away, embarrassed at being so obvious about his attraction. “This was intriguing to me, so I wanted to see where things would go. And you ended up enjoying yourself quite a bit, so I suppose everything worked out.”

“You're kinda overselling it a bit in regards to my enjoyment, but yeah, everything worked out great.”

“Am I? Your mouth was practically glued to my rear end, and those sounds you were making… By the great horned devil, have you no sense of shame, Aaron?”

Aaron stumbles a bit at being so called out. “Next time I'm biting.” He threatens, although it's playful.

“Oh ho? Next time? Have some class, I let you do it this time due to circumstance. It's going to take a bit more time before I let you under my tail again.”

“Awww…” Aaron pouts, earning a small laugh from his demon partner.

“I jest. We demon's can't resist a good rimming, hence why we made such a ridiculous greeting in the first place. It's a good thing you had your phone with you, otherwise I fear you wouldn't have believed me. Now, before I forget.”

He snaps his fingers again, and another burning contract appears and floats towards Aaron. “Our new contract. Would you like me to read it to you?”

Aaron nods.

“Your part reads: “I Aaron, hereby vow to only allow Bazzoroth the Burning to answer my calls, and bond my spiritual link with him, for better or worse.” And as for mine: “I Bazzoroth the Burning, hereby vow to waive my ability to answer any calls, and to pledge myself only to Aaron, bonding my spiritual link with him, for better or worse. I also willingly choose to reduce the offering required for my presence when summoned by the human, Aaron, to only time.” He finished, and not soon after, pricked his own thumb with one of his claws.

“Shall we?” He asked, to which Aaron responded by biting the skin off his thumb once more.

“Of course.” Aaron replied, as they both pressed their thumbs to the magical parchment, and once it was done, it disappeared.

“Bazzoroth?”

“Yes?”

“Why did that contract sound like a marriage vow?”

The demon looked away. “Coincidence.”

Bazzoroth then lifted himself off the floor. “I'll be seeing you again for that camping trip of yours, yes? I'd love to stay, but I very much want to get things ready to teach you about proper summoning techniques. There are many things I want to do, and our current six hour time limit is not sufficient enough for any of them.”

“Wait, how do you know what a phone is?” Aaron asks.

“We demon's keep up to date with you human's on a great many things, some more important than others. The more recent souls of the damned must be tortured with new techniques, you understand.”

I suppose that made sense. But still… “So if you demon's know all about what we're doing up here, why don't you update your wardrobe? Not that I don't like the view, but you really can't put on some pants?”

Bazzoroth huffs, and actually looks a bit offended. “I have many outfits, I'll have you know, and the reason for not putting on “pants” is because loincloths are simply better!” He retorts, flaunting his waist as if to prove a point.

“I'll show you some of mine next time. Farewel for nowl, little human. Summon me whenever you wish, for you, I will always make time.”

And with that, he disappears in a hot flash with a great puff of smoke. Slowly, the room begins to cool down again.

Aaron goes to sit down on the floor, smiling up at the ceiling with a dumb grin on his face. He finally had a boyfriend again. And he was a demon! A nice, insanely hot demon!

Then he turned to his left and saw the giant splatter of cum that drenched the walls and his lovely red curtains. And it was a lot.

“Goddamnit.” He cursed, leaving to go get a mop.