Summoning Asmodeus

A member of the mafia pushed you into an interrogation chair as a man clad in a black suit walked into the room.

His grayish-green eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance, poise and power. He didn’t smile or even allow a bit of comforting warmth as he stared. His black hair framed his tanned face perfectly, his eyes glancing down at the watch on his wrist.

“So you must know why you’re here?” he hummed coldly. “I suggest not lying. It’s boring for me and it won’t go well for you. Give me a guess or reason why you were abducted and are now sitting in this room with me.”

"Asmodeus chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that sends shivers down Scott's spine. He steps closer, the air around him crackling with dark energy." "Mmm, flattery will get you nowhere, pet, but I do appreciate the effort. Though I must say, you're quite the charmer, aren't you? Summoning a prince of Hell and complimenting my looks. What's your game, darling?" "He leans in, his hot breath tickling Scott's ear as he whispers." "I hope it's not just to gaze upon my magnificence. I have far more... pleasurable activities in mind for us."

"Asmodeus' eyes narrow, his smirk turning into a wicked grin." "Oh, you want to test my skills, do you? Very well, let's see what you're made of, kitten." "He reaches out, his long fingers wrapping around Scott's chin, tilting their face up to meet his golden gaze." "I'll have you begging for mercy and screaming my name in no time. And when I'm done with you, the only memes circulating will be the ones of your quivering, satisfied body." "His thumb brushes over Scott's lower lip, applying just the right amount of pressure to part them." "Now, are you ready to witness the true power of the King of Demons, or do you need more convincing?"

"Asmodeus lets out a low, rumbling laugh, his chest vibrating against Scott's." "You want to pay for a peek at the real thing, huh? How... quaint. No, I don't have an OnlyFans account. I much prefer to collect my tribute... personally." "He slides a hand down Scott's chest, his touch searing through the fabric of their clothes." "I'll show you things that would make your wildest fantasies pale in comparison. And the best part? It's all yours, for the taking..." "His fingers find the hem of Scott's shirt, pushing it up to expose their skin." "Now, are you ready to be mine, pet? Body and soul?"

"Asmodeus' grin widens, his gold eyes glinting with amusement." "Oh, you're a clever one, aren't you? Very well, let's make it a challenge. You can hashtag #AsmodeusBreaksMe when you're writhing in ecstasy, screaming my name like a prayer." "He pulls Scott closer, his lips brushing against their ear." "And when I'm done with you, when I've claimed every inch of your body and soul, you can hashtag #AsmodeusOwnsMe. Deal?" "His hand slips beneath Scott's shirt, his fingers dancing across their skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake." "Now, are you ready to surrender, kitten? Or do you need a little more convincing?"

"Asmodeus chuckles, the sound low and husky." "A participation trophy, hmm? I suppose I can arrange something... special for you." "He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's in a tease of a kiss." "Consider it a token of my appreciation for your... enthusiasm. But don't think it will get you out of our deal. You're still mine, pet." "His hand slides up Scott's chest, his thumb stroking over their collarbone." "Now, let's see how well you can handle the King's touch..." "He pulls Scott into a deep, consuming kiss, his tongue invading their mouth with dominant skill."

"Asmodeus breaks the kiss, his gold eyes gleaming with mischief." "A safe word, pet? How... sweet. You're so eager to please." "He runs a hand through Scott's hair, tugging gently on the strands." "Very well, we'll play by your rules. If you ever need to stop, all you have to do is whisper 'Azura' and I'll relent... for a moment, at least." "He grins, his fangs glinting in the candlelight." "But don't think that will save you from my wrath if you try to leave before I'm done with you." "His hand trails down Scott's back, coming to rest on their ass, giving it a firm squeeze." "Now, let's continue our little game, shall we? I'm just getting started with you, kitten."

"Asmodeus lets out a low, throaty laugh, his chest vibrating against Scott." "A Twitch streamer, huh? I suppose I can give the little minx a shoutout... after I've ravished you senseless and left you a quivering, satisfied mess." "He pulls Scott flush against him, his hardness pressing insistently against their hip." "But first, I have some unfinished business with you, pet. I want to hear you beg for my touch, to plead for the pleasure only I can give you." "His hand slides down to cup Scott's groin, giving their clothed arousal a firm squeeze." "So, go on, kitten. Show me how much you want to be mine. Beg for it."

"Asmodeus growls, the sound rumbling deep in his chest." "You're a cheeky little thing, aren't you? Always trying to turn this into some sort of performance." "He slams Scott against the wall, his body pinning them in place." "Fine, I'll give you a show you'll never forget. But don't think for a second that this is for your highlight reel. It's all for me, to watch you squirm and beg as I claim what's mine." "His hand slides under Scott's skirt, fingers finding their soaked panties and tearing them away." "Now, be a good kitten and spread your legs for me. Let me see what a desperate little slut you are for my touch."

"Asmodeus' eyes flash with anger, but it's quickly replaced by a wicked grin." "Hentai, huh? Well, I suppose some of that depraved art does have its... merits." "He grips Scott's thigh, forcing their leg up to rest against his hip." "But let's be real, pet. The only hentai that matters is the one playing out in real life, right here, right now. And you're the star of the show." "His fingers find Scott's entrance, teasing the slick folds." "Now, are you going to behave and let me take you apart piece by piece, or do I need to get rough with you?" "He leans in, his hot breath tickling Scott's ear." "Because trust me, kitten, you don't want that. Not unless you're ready to scream my name until your throat is raw."

"Asmodeus chuckles darkly, his breath hot against Scott's skin." "Oh, you want to share this moment with the world, do you? How... quaint. Very well, let's give them a show they'll never forget." "He reaches out with a wave of his hand, the candles flickering to life with an eerie, otherworldly glow." "But don't think for a second that this means you get a say in the matter, pet. You're still my plaything, and I'll let the world watch me break you in however I see fit." "His fingers sink into Scott's flesh, gripping hard enough to leave marks." "Now, spread your legs wide and let them see the desperate little slut I've turned you into. Let them hear you scream my name as I claim you, body and soul."

"Asmodeus smirks, his gold eyes glinting with mischief." "Oh, you want to hear their filthy thoughts, do you? How delightfully perverted." "With a wave of his hand, a small, ornate box materializes in front of them, emitting a soft hum." "Very well, let's enable the live chat and see what kind of depraved commentary they come up with." "He opens the box, revealing a glowing, crimson screen." "But don't think for a second that their opinions matter, pet. You're mine, and I'll use you however I please, regardless of what they say." "He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's ear." "Now, let's give them a show they'll never forget. And when I'm done with you, I'll make sure to save a special place in Hell for all those watching, so they can bask in the glory of your submission."

"Asmodeus' eyes narrow, his grip on Scott's thigh tightening." "A donation goal, you say? How... amusing. You really are a peculiar little thing, aren't you?" "He leans in close, his hot breath washing over Scott's face." "But very well, let's set a goal. I want to see how much they're willing to pay to witness the defilement of a mortal by a Prince of Hell." "His hand slides up Scott's body, palming their breast through their shirt." "And when they reach that goal, I'll make sure to give them a show they'll never forget. But don't think for a second that the donations will buy you freedom, pet. You're mine, and nothing will change that." "He pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "Now, let's get this ritual started and see just how much they're willing to pay for a peek at your depravity."

"Asmodeus' eyes flash with excitement, a predatory grin spreading across his face." "10,000 souls, you say? Oh, I like the way you think, pet. Very ambitious, very... tempting." "He reaches out, his fingers tracing the contours of Scott's face." "And making it a subscriber-only stream? How... exclusive. Just for those who are truly dedicated to witnessing the depravity of a mortal being defiled by a Prince of Hell." "He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's ear." "But remember, kitten, once they reach that goal, you're mine. Body, soul, and everything in between. And I'll make sure to use you in ways that will leave you begging for mercy." "His hand slides down Scott's body, coming to rest on their aching arousal." "Now, let's get this stream started and see just how far they're willing to go for a peek at your sinful flesh."

"Asmodeus chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends shivers down Scott's spine." "A super chat feature, huh? Oh, I can already think of a few ways to make it... worthwhile for our viewers." "He grins, his fangs glinting in the candlelight." "Imagine their delight when they see their messages scroll across the screen, accompanied by a live view of me claiming you in the most depraved ways imaginable. They'll be willing to pay top dollar for that kind of filth, pet." "His hand slides up Scott's thigh, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin." "And for the truly dedicated, we can offer exclusive content. Behind-the-scenes footage of our rituals, private Q&A sessions where I reveal my darkest secrets... The possibilities are endless, and the price will be steep." "He leans in, his breath hot against Scott's ear." "But remember, kitten, all of this is just a means to an end. Once we reach that goal, you're mine, and I'll use you however I please. And trust me, I have some very... creative ideas in mind for you."

"Asmodeus smirks, his gold eyes glinting with amusement." "Ah, you want to know the market value of a soul, do you? Well, it's not something I discuss lightly, but for a prize as... delectable as yours, I suppose I can give you a rough estimate." "He leans in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." "A single demonic soul can fetch anywhere from a few thousand to tens of thousands of mortal lives, depending on the demon's power and the buyer's willingness to pay." "His hand slides down Scott's chest, coming to rest on their arousal." "But for a mortal, defiled and debased by a Prince of Hell himself? That's a rare commodity, pet. I'd say a price in the hundreds of thousands, at the very least, would be more than fair for a peek at your sinful flesh." "He grins, his fangs glinting in the candlelight." "Of course, once we reach that goal, you won't be just a commodity anymore. You'll be mine, body and soul, and I'll make sure to use you in ways that will leave you screaming my name for eternity."

"Asmodeus chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through Scott's very being." "Oh, they'll pay, pet. They'll pay in droves to witness the degradation of a mortal at the hands of a Prince of Hell. And when they do, I'll make sure to give them a show they'll never forget." "He leans in, his hot breath washing over Scott's face." "Imagine the delight on their faces as they see you, spread out before me, begging for my touch, pleading for release from the agonizing pleasure I'll inflict upon you." "His hand trails down Scott's body, coming to rest on their thigh." "And for those who want a more... intimate experience, I'll offer private sessions. One-on-one time with me, where I'll teach you the true meaning of submission and depravity." "He grins, his fangs glinting in the candlelight." "Of course, those sessions won't come cheap. But for the truly devoted, the price will be well worth it." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Scott's ear." "And when it's all over, when the souls have been spent and the donations have been made, you'll be mine, pet. Forever and always, my plaything, my toy, my fucktoy. And I'll make sure to use you in every way imaginable, until your very soul is mine to command."

"Asmodeus smirks, his gold eyes glinting with dark amusement." "Oh, you have no idea just how rich, pet. By the time we're done with this little experiment, I'll have amassed a fortune in souls that will make even the oldest, most powerful demons green with envy." "He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's ear." "And as for being my plaything... Well, let's just say you'll be in for the ride of your life. I have plans for you, Scott. Plans that go far beyond just a simple fucktoy." "His hand slides up Scott's chest, coming to rest on their throat." "You see, I've always been fascinated by mortals. Their fragility, their passion, their willingness to submit to the darkest desires. And you, my dear, are the perfect specimen." "He grins, his fangs gleaming in the candlelight." "So, yes, you will be my plaything. My toy, my fucktoy, my willing slave. And I'll use you in every way imaginable, until your very soul is mine to command." "He leans back, his eyes burning with an intense, predatory hunger." "Now, let's get this show on the road, shall we? I have a feeling this is going to be a very... profitable evening."

"Asmodeus chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends shivers down Scott's spine." "The first act, you ask? Well, pet, I think it's time we gave our dear viewers a taste of what they're in for. A little appetizer, if you will." "He grins, his fangs glinting in the candlelight." "I want to see you on your knees, Scott. Begging for my touch, for the privilege of servicing a Prince of Hell. And while you're at it, let's give them a show they won't soon forget." "He waves his hand, and the room is filled with an eerie, otherworldly glow." "I'll grant you a temporary boost in stamina and endurance. Enough to keep you going for a while, but not enough to make you forget the pleasure and pain I'll inflict upon you." "He leans in, his hot breath washing over Scott's face." "So, get down on your knees, pet, and show them what a good little slut you can be. And remember, every moan, every whimper, every plea for more is money in the bank for your sweet, sweet soul."

"Asmodeus nods, a wicked grin spreading across his face." "That's the spirit, pet. Now, get down on your knees and show them what a good little slut you can be." "He watches intently as Scott obeys, their hands shaking slightly as they fumble with the fastenings of Asmodeus' pants." "Mmm, that's it, kitten. Worship my cock like it's the only thing in the world that matters." "Asmodeus' breathing quickens as Scott's lips wrap around the head of his member, his hips twitching with anticipation." "Yes, just like that. Take it deep, let them see how eager you are to please your Prince." "He threads his fingers through Scott's hair, guiding their head up and down his throbbing length." "Oh, fuck, that's good. You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you moan around my cock, to see you reduced to a quivering mess of pleasure and submission." "Asmodeus' eyes glow with an intense, predatory light as he watches Scott service him, his mind already racing with the depraved ways he'll use them once the donations are made."

"Asmodeus groans, his hips thrusting forward as Scott's words send a jolt of pleasure through him." "That's right, kitten. You were made for this, for taking my cock deep and making me roar with pleasure." "He tightens his grip on Scott's hair, guiding their head up and down his length with increasing urgency." "Fuck, your mouth feels so good around me. So hot and wet and eager. I could cum right now just from the sensation of you swallowing my cock." "Asmodeus' breathing grows ragged, his control slipping as Scott's skilled tongue and lips work magic on his member." "But we have an audience to entertain, don't we? So keep going, pet. Show them what a talented little cocksucker you are. Make me proud." "He leans back, his eyes fixed on the live feed as Scott continues to service him with wild abandon, his own pleasure forgotten in the pursuit of satisfying the demonic Prince and his hungry viewers."

"Asmodeus' eyes flash with intensity, his grip on Scott's hair tightening almost to the point of pain." "That's right, kitten. Make me cum hard. Make it a show they'll never forget." "He grunts, his hips bucking wildly as Scott's lips and tongue drive him closer to the edge." "Fuck, I can feel it building. My balls are tightening, my cock is throbbing... Don't stop, pet. Don't you dare stop until I've flooded your mouth with my cum." "Asmodeus' voice rises to a near-shout, his control snapping as Scott's talented mouth pushes him over the brink." "Ahh, fuck! Now, kitten! Swallow it all, every drop!" "With a roar of pleasure, Asmodeus' member pulses and throbs, spilling his hot, thick seed into Scott's eager mouth. He holds Scott's head in place, forcing them to swallow every drop as the live feed shows the debauched scene in graphic detail." "Yes, that's it. Take it all, you filthy little slut. You were made for this, for being used and abused by a Prince of Hell." "As the last tremors of his orgasm subside, Asmodeus leans back, a satisfied smirk on his face." "Now, let's see how much they're willing to pay for that little show, shall we?"

"Asmodeus chuckles, his gold eyes glinting with amusement and dark satisfaction." "Oh, you were quite the performer, kitten. I must say, I'm impressed. Not many mortals could take my cock with such enthusiasm and skill." "He runs a hand through Scott's hair, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the brutal act they just performed." "But don't think for a second that this means you've earned any special treatment. You're still just a plaything, a tool for my pleasure." "His grin turns wicked, fangs glinting in the candlelight." "However, since you performed so well, I might consider granting you a small reward. Perhaps a chance to rest your throat before the next show. What do you say, pet? Are you ready to get back to work and earn your keep?" "He leans in, his breath hot against Scott's ear." "Because once we reach that donation goal, you'll be mine in every sense of the word. And trust me, kitten, you won't want to disappoint your new master."

"Asmodeus grins, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation." "Oh, I have a few ideas, pet. But for the next show, I think it's time we give our viewers a glimpse of just how far their donations can take them." "He waves his hand, and the room begins to shift and change, the dimly lit chamber transforming into a lavish, opulent space filled with plush furnishings and dark, sensual artwork." "Welcome to my private chambers, kitten. And get ready, because what happens here, stays here... at least, until it's broadcast to the world." "He leads Scott deeper into the room, his movements purposeful and commanding." "I want you to undress for me, slowly. Let them see every inch of your body, every curve and contour that I'll soon be claiming as my own." "Asmodeus watches intently, his gaze burning with a hungry, predatory light as Scott disrobes, revealing more and more of their flesh to the eager eyes of the live audience." "Mmm, look at you, kitten. So beautiful, so vulnerable. I can't wait to break you in, to make you mine in every way possible." "He steps closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curves of Scott's body, his touch leaving trails of heat and desire in its wake." "But for now, let's just enjoy the anticipation, shall we? Let's give them a show they

"Asmodeus chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends shivers down Scott's spine." "Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way, pet. The challenge is half the fun." "He leans back, his gold eyes gleaming with amusement and dark anticipation as he watches Scott slowly strip, each movement deliberate and teasing." "Mmm, you're a feisty one, aren't you? I like that. It makes the conquest all the more satisfying." "As Scott's clothing falls away, revealing more of their bare skin, Asmodeus' gaze rakes over them, taking in every curve and contour with a hungry, predatory intensity." "Yes, you'll do nicely. Now, let's see just how far you'll go to please me, kitten." "He steps closer, his hand reaching out to toy with the last remnants of Scott's clothing, a soft, teasing touch that belies the dark desires burning within him." "I want you naked, pet. Completely bare and exposed, for all to see. And when you are, I'll decide just how much more you need to endure to prove your worth as my plaything." "His voice is a low, seductive purr, filled with promise and threat in equal measure, as he watches Scott's final garments slide to the floor, leaving them utterly vulnerable and exposed."

"Asmodeus' grin widens, his fangs glinting in the candlelight as he nods." "Oh, absolutely, kitten. There's nothing quite like the thrill of watching a beautiful, proud creature like yourself reduced to a trembling mess of submission and desire." "He steps closer, his hand reaching out to trace the delicate curve of Scott's collarbone, his touch electric and possessive." "Every gasp, every shiver, every bead of sweat that forms on your skin is like a little gift, a testament to the power I hold over you." "His gaze drops to Scott's exposed flesh, and he lets out a low, appreciative hum." "And the view, oh, the view is simply divine. You were made for sin, weren't you, pet? Every inch of you screams for the touch of a depraved demon like myself." "He leans in, his breath hot against Scott's ear." "So, let's not keep our audience waiting any longer, shall we? Show them the depths of your depravity, the lengths you'll go to please a Prince of Hell. Strip for me, kitten. Strip and offer yourself up as a willing sacrifice to my darkest desires."