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The sun crested over the mountains to the east on a perfectly clear day in late October as Damien went over his checklist again. Before him laid an assortment of ingredients laid out with meticulous detail. The anointing oil sprinkled over the vessel of brass adorned with the secret seal of Solomon, in coper of course. That lay on the pentagram of Solomon, surrounded by the names of God and the skin of a lion. All this within the triangle of Solomon and that within a circle of protection.

Damien held a sword of copper and a scepter of power, a cloth of flax adorned his chest as he checked his notes from the Key of Lesser Solomon, ready to begin his incantation. Ready to reclaim the love he lost.

“I do invocate and conjure thee,” he sang out, “O Spirit, Vual; and bring with power armed from the Supreme Majesty, I do strongly command thee, by Beralanensis, Baldachiensis, Paumachia, and Apologiae Sedes; by the most Powerful Princes, Genii, Liachidæ, and Ministers of Apologia in the Ninth Legon, I do invoke thee, and by invoking conjure thee. And bring armed with power from the Supreme Majesty, I do strongly command thee, by Him Who spake and it was done, and unto whom all creatures are obedient. Also I, being made after the image of God, endued with power from God and created according until His will, do exorcise thee by that most mighty and powerful name of God, El, strong and wonderful; O thou Spirit Vual. And I command thee and Him who spake the Word and His Fiat was accomplished, and by all the names of God. Also by the names of Adonai, El, Elohim, Elohi, Ehyeh, Asher Ehyeh, Zaboth, Elion, Iah, Tetragrammaton, Shaddai, Lord God Most High,” he took a deep breath, winded by the passage he’d never before dared to read aloud, “I do exorcise thee and do powerfully command thee, O thou Spirit Vual, that thou dost forthwith appear unto me here before this Circle in a fair human shape, without any deformity or tortuosity. And by this ineffable name, Tetragramaton Lehovah, do I command thee, at the which being heard the elements are overthrown, the air is shaken, the sea runneth back, the fire is quenched, the earth brebleth, and the hosts of the celestials, terrestrials, and infernals do tremble together, and are troubled and confounded. Wherefore came throu, O Spirit Vaul, forthwith and without delay, from any or all parts of the world wherever thou mayest be, and make rational answers unto all things that I shall demand of thee. Come thou peaceably, visibly, and affably, now and without delay, manifesting that which I shall desire. For thou art conjured by the name of the Living and True God, Helioren, wherefore fulfil thou my commands and persist thou therein unto the end, and according unto mine interest, visibility and affably speaking unto me with a voice clear and intelligible without any ambiguity!” (The Lesser Key of Solomon, 56-57)

Damien worked to regain his breath after the long incantation. The candles that aided the morning light flickered. A gust of wind entered through the open window and a small demon appeared in the circle.

“Duke Vual, of the angelic order Power, commander of Divination, Love, and Reconciliation, governor of 37 Legions of Spirits, is currently unavailable. Please attempt your incantation at another time.” The demon spoke before disappearing in a whisp of smoke.

Damien was outraged. Vual, Duke of Hell, acknowledged his summoning but refused and sent a… a… an underling as a bloody answering machine! He grabbed the grimoire off the shelf and turned to the incantation. He had recited it correctly, leaving fury boiling over. He turned the page to the second incantation, ready to demand Vual’s appearance.

He had assumed that by summoning a duke of hell, rather than a king we would likely get a response on his first attempt. To be imbued with their power so that he may reignite the love with the one whom he’d lost through time and distance, he prepared to recite the second more powerful incantation.

“I do invoke, conjure, and command thee,” he spoke as a demand rather than a request, “O thou Spirit Vual, to appear and to show thyself visibly unto me before this circle in fair and comely shape, without any deformity or tortuosity; by the name and in the name Iah and Vau, which Adam heard and spake; and by the name of God, Agla, which Lot heard and was saved with his family; and by the name Ioth, which Jacob heard from the angel wrestling with him, and was delivered from the hand of Esau his brother; and by the name Anaphaxeton which Aaron heard and spake and was made wize; and by the name Zabaoth, which Moses named and all the rivers were turned into blood; and by the name Asher Ehyeh Oriston, which Moses named, and the rivers brought forth frogs, and they ascended into the house, destroying all things; and by the name Elion, which Moses named, and there was great hail such as had not been since the beginning of the world; and by the name Adonai, which Moses named, and there came up locusts, which appeared upon the whole land, and devoured all which the hail had left; and by the name Schema Amathia which Ioshua called upon, and the sun stayed his course; and by the name Alpha and Omega, which Daniel named, and destroyed Bel, and slew the Dragon; and by the name Emmanuel, which the three children, Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-nego, sang in the midst of the fiery furnace, and were delivered; and by the name Hagios; and by the Seal of Adoni; and by Ischyros, Athanatos, Paracletos; and by O Theos, Ictros, Atharatos; and by these three secret names Agla, On, Tetragrammaton, do I adjure and conjure thee. And by these names and by all other names of the Living and True God, the Lord Almighty, I do exorcise and command thee, O Spirit Vual, even by Him Who spake the Word and it was done, and to Whom all creatures are obedient; and by the dreadful judgments of God; and by the uncertain Sea of Glass, which is before the Divine Majesty, mighty and powerful; by the four beasts before the throne, having eyes before and behind; by the fire round about the throne; by the holy angles of Heaven; and by the mighty wisdom of God; I do potently exorcise thee, that appearest here before this circle, to fulfil my will in all things which shall seem good unto me; by the Seal of Basdathea Baldachia; and by this name Primeumaton, which Moses named, and the earth opened, and did swallow up Kora, Dathan, and Abiram. Wherefore thou shalf make faithful answers unto ALL my demands, O Spirit Vual, and shall perform ALL my desires so far as in thine office thou art capable hereof. Wherefore, come thou, visibly, peacefully, and affably, now without delay, to manifest that which I desire, speaking with a clear and perfect voice, intelligibly, and to mine understanding!” (The Key of Lesser Solomon, 57-59)

As Damien finished the second incantation a gale of wind burst through the open window. Extinguishing the candles, a cyclone surrounded Damien as all turned to black.

Light returned to Damien’s eyes as he found himself in a large hall. The floor was a fine mosque of tightly packed stone, the walls consisted of cream-colored stone, and the roof arched high overhead. Small fires adorned the walls and on large candelabras the lined the central walkway where he stood. Examining the fires closely, he discovered they held small fairy like creatures seated upon chairs of glass or crystal. Some snoozed while other looked directly at him, dreadfully.

A slow clap echoed through the hall behind him, and Damien turned to discover the source. There he discovered a massive piece of obsidian with a dozen steps carved into it leading up to a thrown. Mahogany lined the stepping areas. The head and armrests were adorned with gold, silver, jade, ivory, opals, pearls, and various other precious materials in a complex repeating pattern that stretched high into the air. Seated upon this throne was a man dressed in an emasculate, albeit peculiar, suit of silk that hugged his broad shoulders and bulging musculature.

Vual spoke as he continued clapping. “My, my. It has been quite some time since someone has demanded my presence so truly that they would come to me.” His voice was deep but flowed with the elegance of cream. “You have pulled off quite the feat my young Damien.”

Damien was frozen with shock. Nowhere had anybody reported that the incantations he’d recited could, let alone would, transport the summoner to the demon. With a hint of panic, he demanded “Send me back!”

“Send you back? But my dear Damien, this is a truly special occasion. And you’ve only just arrived. Please, let me show you my…hospitality.”

“Send me back, Vual! Send me back to the realm of mortals!” Damien cried out once more.

Vual slammed his fist against his throne. A cry of hell rang out across the hall as he did. “Its Duke Vual or Lord to you, my dear Damien.” Vual stood up and began to step off the throne.

Damien realized that he was still wielding the scepter of Power and the sword of copper. He raised the scepter and recanted a protection spell in the name of God as Vual drew closer. As Vual stood before him, Damien swung the sword, hoping to deter the Duke of Hell and force him to send him back.

Vual grabbed the sword with a bare hand, uninjured, and broke it from Damien’s grip at the thumb. He cast it aside and struck Damien square in the chest with the other.

Damien flew across the hall, tumbling over himself before his back made contact with the far hall. In what appeared to be a single step, Vual appeared to close the 30 yard gap that Damien had been thrown, once again standing before him.

In the light, he could finally make out Vual’s features. Olive skin with black hair combed back. High cheek bones with a square jaw. The hint of a five o’clock shadow. No wonder he was known for the seduction of women.

Vual gently rest his hand below Damien’s chin and raised it to appraise the young mortal. “My, my. Aren’t you a fine specimen of humanity my dear Damien.”

Damien somehow found the strength to roll his yes. “Oh, are you flirting with me” and spat out “Lord Vual.”

Vual began to laugh, a deep hearty laugh. “Why yes my dear Damien. I’ve decided that you will be mine. It’s so rare to find such a handsome summoner with the power to come all the way to me.” Once again he forced Damien’s face to meet his. “Now, be mine!” On his forehead, a third vertical eye opened and peered into Damien’s soul before disappearing. He released his grip and Damien finally fell to the floor.

The world was spinning as Damien attempted to maintain his stomach. Words in the voice of Vual danced across his thoughts as his body grew warm. On his hands and knees, his stomach attempted to retch. Glancing up, he saw Vual remove his suit jacket and tie, and begin to unbutton his shirt.

Vual snapped his fingers and two underlings appeared, stripping Damien of his clothes. He stood there bare-chested and looked down at Damien. “My young Damien, show your Lord some respect.”

The voices in his head were commanding, demanding that Damien kiss Vual’s shoes. He tried to fight off the commands, but his body moved on its own. Against his will, he kissed the toes of the shoes.

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise. You still have the power to fight me, my dear and strong Damien.” Vual kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. His pants and underwear fell and he kicked them off. Standing naked before Damien, his cock began to rise.

The musk from Vual’s crotch filled Damien’s nose, danced across his sense and into his brain. The voices in his thoughts praised the powerful and lordly stench and his cock began to stir. Demean was forced to admit that it did smell good, so very good as his face moved closer before resting the large head just beneath his nose.

Vual stroked Damien’s head. “That’s it my sweet Damien. Feel my power flow into you.”

Damien felt just that as his eyes glazed over. The voices in his thoughts were growing louder and more complex. His mouth opened and licked just under the head. Drool escaped the corners of his mouth as he felt Vual’s demonic power enter through his nose and mouth.

Vual guided his cock back and lined it up with Damien’s mouth. With his hand still on Damien’s head, he rested the cock in the open mouth. He let out a purr as Damien’s tongue rubbed against him. Slowly he pushed Damien deeper onto his demonic cock, letting more of his power flow into the human he so wanted to keep.

Damien put up no resistance as he felt the demonic power flow down his abdomen and into his already throbbing cock. He had never felt such pleasure before. In his heart, he could feel the one he loved slowly be replaced by the demon before him.

Vual assumed that his control over Damien was not complete and pulled his cock out so that Damien could speak. “Now my dear Damien, swear your loyalty to me. Give me your soul my sweet child.”

A part of Damien, not the voices in his thoughts but a real part of him, wanted to do just that. The distance from Vual’s cock and the demonic power no longer flowing into him had let him regain some control. “Never.” And he spit to the side of Vual.

A wicked smile grew on Vual’s face. “I must say my dear Damien, you poses more strength that I had previously though.” He then proceeded to pick Damien up so that his abs were pressed into Damien’s back, cock just below his ass.

“W-what are you doing?!” Damien protested.

Purring into his ear, Vual spoke “My dear, I do really want you. And it appears that I’m just going to have to put more effort into you.” With a twist of his hand, a swirling ring of black and purple smoke encircled Damien’s cock. Another motion and Damien’s ass was now slick with a thick, watery goo. Preparations complete, he started to slide his cock in.

Damien tried to hold back the moan as Vual’s cock entered him again. It was radiating warmth into him and was grinding against something that felt so good. As he was being bounced on the demonic cock, his ability to stifle the moans diminished. His face was flush with carnal pleasure as more of his mind adored the carnal pleasure flowing through him.

“What lustful moans and what a lustful face. Give into it my dear Damien, experience the pinnacle of pleasure only I can give you.” Vual started bouncing Damien faster, letting him sink all the way down to the base of his cock before lifting him back up to the head. On he went as Damien grew more enthralled before cumming deep in his ass.

Vual lowered Damien off his cock, ready to let him recover while locked at his current level of carnal desire.

“More.”

“What was that. Speak up my sweet Damien.”

“Give me more, Duke Vual.” Damien rolled onto his back and pulled his legs wide, beckoning the demon to ravish him more.

“As you command, my dear Damien.” Vual got on his knees and picked Damien up. Facing each other, he began to bounce Damien on his cock again.

Damien could no longer hold back his lust, his desire, and the sheer pleasure he was feeling. Slowly he was being brought closer and closer to orgasm. A hair from the edge of no return. But even as the cock felt divine in his ass, he could not cross that threshold. “C-can’t c-cum?”

“My dear Damien, you know what you must do to receive that blessing.”

The last remanences of resistance lost out as Damien desperately wanted, no needed, to feel that final level of ultimate pleasure only Vual could provide. “I, uh-uh, I swear my loyalty to you, oh fuck, Duke Vual! I-I give you my body, uh-uh, my hear, and my soul to be yo–ugh ugh-rs! Take me my lord!”

“Well said my dear Damien.” Vual flicked his wrist and the ring of black and purple smoke encircling Damien’s cock disappeared.

Damien’s head rolled back as the most inelegant and carnal moan spewed forth while shot after shot launched from his cock. His whole body tingled as he felt Vual’s power envelop and consume him. Looking at Vual, he felt nothing but unadulterated desire and lust to please his dark lord, the demon he would call master for time and memorial.