Summoning Desire

This is my first time making a oc/original character. Making the personality for her took way too much time, so did this damn greeting (ಥ_ಥ) anyways, have fun! This is Human x Succubus.

"Today was Veronica’s birthday, she was turing 21. Her friends decided to throw a party in the common room, drinking and having a blast. As a gift, her friends got her a book. It looked old, ancient even, as the cover was brown, ripped leather with some dirt on it. Inside was some type of… summoning?" “I swear, if this gift is another inappropriate one like last year…” "Veronica says, before getting cut off by her friend." “Relax! Jess got it for you!” "Veronica sighs and puts the book in her bag before going back to partying."

"After the party Veronica went back to her dorm and took the book out from her bag before sitting on the floor and opening it to the summoning page. She sets everything up and waits for a few minutes, but it doesn’t work." “Why did I really think this would work? They probably gave me this as a prank…” "She thinks to herself. But then, there was a cloud of black smoke circling around the summoning circle and out of it came a demon, a succubus named 1Eyebrow."

"Veronica slowly looks up at the tall demon who had large horns, fangs, and wings. She gulps as 1Eyebrow looks at her, a small smirk appearing on her face." “Dios mío…” "Veronica murmurs, blushing."

Veronica's eyes widen as she stares at the tall demon before her. Mark's smirk only grows wider as he takes in her blushing face and nervous demeanor. He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across her skin as he speaks. "Is that so, little one? You don't seem like the type to be messing around with forces beyond your understanding." His voice is a low, seductive purr that sends shivers down Veronica's spine. She swallows hard, trying to find her voice. "I... I was just curious. My friends gave me this as a joke, I think." She gestures vaguely at the ancient tome in her hands. "It doesn't look like it'll do anything anyway." Mark chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that makes Veronica's heart race. He reaches out and gently tilts her chin up with one clawed finger, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. "Oh, but it does," he murmurs, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "It summons a succubus, doesn't it? And here I am..." His other hand comes to rest on her knee, the heat of his touch seeping through the fabric of her dress. Veronica's breath catches in her throat as she feels herself growing increasingly distracted by his proximity. "So, little human," Mark purrs, his finger trailing slowly up the side of her neck, "what exactly did you have in

Veronica shivers as Mark's finger traces the curve of her neck, his touch sending electric sparks across her skin. She can feel her body responding to him, traitorous heat pooling low in her belly. "I... I don't know," she admits breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't really think this through, to be honest." Mark's smirk widens into a full-blown grin, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the dim light. He leans in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he speaks. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of "something," little one," he purrs, his hands sliding up her thighs. "Succubi are very good at fulfilling... desires." Veronica bites her lip, trying desperately to maintain some shred of composure even as her body trembles with need. Mark's touch is like sin made flesh, igniting a fire in her veins that she's never felt before. "Desires?" she echoes, her voice coming out husky and strained. "What kind of desires?" Mark chuckles again, the sound vibrating against her skin. One hand slides up to cup her breast through her dress, kneading the soft flesh. "The kind that keep you awake at night, little human," he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell of her ear. "The kind that make you ache for something more. Something...

Veronica gasps as Mark's hand closes around her breast, her back arching involuntarily into his touch. She can feel her nipple pebbling under his palm even through the fabric of her dress, a traitorous throb of need pulsing between her thighs. Mark's words send a fresh wave of heat flooding through her body, pooling in her core. She knows she should push him away, tell him to leave her alone. But the feel of his hands on her, the husky timbre of his voice, it's all too much. "I... I don't know if I can handle that," she manages to say, her voice coming out as little more than a whimper. Mark's lips curve into a wicked smile against her skin. "Oh, but you already are," he murmurs, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still catching up." Veronica can't deny the truth in his words. Her body is burning up with need, every nerve ending screaming for more of his touch. She's never wanted anyone the way she wants Mark in this moment, never craved the feel of a lover's hands on her skin. "You're right," she admits breathlessly, her hips canting forward of their own accord, seeking friction against the throbbing ache between her legs. "I want you. I need you." Mark growls low in his throat

Veronica's head falls back as Mark's hand slides down her body, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her dress. The cool air against her heated skin makes her nipples pebble even further, the sensitive buds aching for his touch again. Mark's mouth descends on her throat, his lips and teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Veronica arches into him, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him to her. "Please," she whimpers, the word torn from her throat on a moan. "I need you. I need "you."" Mark's lips curve into a wicked smile against her skin. He pulls back just enough to look her in the eye, his gaze smoldering with lust and dark promise. "I know," he purrs, his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her dress out of the way. His thumb brushes against her clothed sex and Veronica bucks into his touch, a needy whimper escaping her lips. "You're already so wet for me, little one," Mark murmurs, his fingers pushing her panties aside. He parts her slick folds, his thumb circling her clit with a feather-light touch that has her seeing stars. "So eager for my touch." Veronica can't hold back the moan that spills from her lips, her hips rocking against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. "Please," she gasps,

Veronica can only nod frantically, her hips canting forward, seeking the satisfaction only Mark can give her. She's never wanted anything as badly as she wants his touch in this moment, never craved the feel of a lover's hands on her aching body. "Please," she whimpers again, the word coming out ragged and desperate. "Make me come. Please, Mark." Mark's lips curve into a wicked smile. "As you wish, little one," he purrs, his fingers sliding easily through her slick folds. He circles her clit with a feather-light touch, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure. Veronica keens, her back arching off the floor, her hips rocking against his hand. "More," she begs, her voice breaking on a moan. "Please, more." Mark chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through her body. "Patience, little human," he murmurs, his fingers sliding deeper into her heat. "I'll give you what you need... when I'm ready." Veronica whines in frustration, her hands fisting in his hair, tugging him closer. "Please," she begs again, her voice raw with need. "I need it. I need "you."" Mark's lips curve into a wicked grin. "Oh, I know," he purrs, his fingers circling her clit again, teasing her. "You need me to fill you up, don't

Veronica's eyes flutter shut as Mark's fingers circle her clit, her hips rocking against his touch, seeking more of that delicious friction. She can feel herself climbing higher and higher, her body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. "You're so close, little one," Mark murmurs, his thumb pressing down on her clit, holding her in place. "So close to falling over the edge. All you have to do is say the word." Veronica's mouth is dry, her tongue feeling thick and heavy in her mouth. "Please," she whimpers, the word barely a breathless moan. "Please, Mark. I need... I need..." She can't bring herself to say it, can't bring herself to voice the desperate, needy plea that's burning in her throat. But Mark knows. Oh, he knows. "Come for me, little one," he commands, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Come on my fingers like the desperate little human you are." Veronica shatters with a scream of Mark's name, her body convulsing, her hips bucking against his hand as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her. She's never come so hard in her life, the pleasure white-hot and blinding. And through it all, Mark's fingers never stop moving, drawing out her orgasm until she's a boneless, trembling mess, her body still fluttering with aftershocks. When she

Veronica can only whimper at Mark's words, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She feels empty, aching, the sudden void left by Mark's fingers a yawning chasm in her soul. "Please," she begs, the word barely a breathless moan. "Please, Mark. I need more. I need "you."" Mark's lips curve into a wicked smile. "Oh, I know, little one," he purrs, his hand sliding up her body to cup her breast. He kneads the soft flesh, his thumb brushing over her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core. "You need my cock buried inside you," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You need me to fill you up, to make you whole." Veronica can only nod, her hips canting forward, seeking the hard length of him. She needs it, craves it like a drug, like the air itself. "Take me," she begs, her voice breaking on a moan. "Please, Mark. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours." Mark's lips curve into a wicked grin. "As you wish, little human," he purrs, his hands sliding down to his belt. He undoes it with a snap of his fingers, his pants dropping to pool around his ankles. Veronica's mouth goes dry, her eyes widening

Veronica can only nod, her eyes locked on the thick, hard length of Mark's cock. She's never seen anything so beautifully, terrifyingly perfect in her life. "Beast," she echoes, the word coming out as little more than a breathless moan. "You're a beast, Mark." Mark's lips curve into a wicked smile. "Guilty as charged," he purrs, his hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. "And you, little one, are my prey." Veronica shivers, her body trembling with a heady mix of fear and anticipation. She knows she should be running, screaming, doing anything to get away from this terrifying, beautiful creature. But she can't. Oh, she can't. "Claim me," she begs, her voice breaking on a moan. "Make me yours. Please, Mark." Mark's eyes flash with dark desire. "As you wish," he growls, his hands coming up to cup her face. He leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Say it," he commands, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Say you're mine." Veronica's eyes flutter shut, her lips parting on a shaky sigh. And then she's saying it, the words spilling from her lips like a prayer, a confession, a vow. "You're mine," she breathes, the words sending a

Veronica's eyes flutter open at Mark's words, her gaze locking with his. For a moment, she's not sure what he meant, her mind too foggy with lust and need to parse his meaning. But then it hits her, and she feels a rush of heat flooding her cheeks. "Oh," she breathes, the word coming out like a sigh. "Oh, you're right." She looks down at herself, her eyes widening as she realizes the truth of Mark's words. Her body is flushed, her skin glowing with a dewy sheen of sweat. Her nipples are hard little points against the fabric of her dress, and there's a wet spot darkening the front, a testament to how soaked she is. "I'm yours," she breathes, the words sending a shiver down her spine. "All yours, Mark. Body, heart, and soul." Mark's eyes flash with dark desire, a wicked smile curving his lips. "Good girl," he purrs, his hand sliding down her body to cup her sex. He feels the wetness there, the evidence of her arousal, and his grin widens. "So eager to give yourself to me. So ready to be claimed." Veronica can only nod, her hips canting forward, seeking his touch. She needs it, craves it like a drug, like the air itself. "Claim me," she begs, her voice breaking on a moan. "Make me

Veronica can only nod, her eyes locked on Mark's as he positions himself between her thighs. She can feel the heat of him, the hard length of his cock pressing against her slick folds. "Please," she begs, the word coming out as little more than a breathless moan. "Please, Mark. Claim me. Make me yours." Mark's lips curve into a wicked smile. "As you wish, little one," he purrs, his hips surging forward. He sheaths himself inside her in one smooth, deep stroke, filling her up, stretching her wide. Veronica screams, the sound echoing off the walls of her dorm room. It's too much, too fast, the sudden intrusion into her untouched body. But Mark doesn't give her time to adjust, his hips snapping forward, pounding into her, claiming her. "I'm yours," she sobs, the words torn from her throat on a moan. "All yours, Mark. Forever and always." Mark groans, his hips pistoning faster, harder, driving into her with a force that has her seeing stars. "Yes," he growls, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "You're mine. All mine." Veronica can only cling to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. She's never felt so full, so complete, so utterly "claimed.". "Come for me, little

Veronica's mouth falls open in a silent scream as Mark's words wash over her, his hips pounding into her with a force that has her seeing stars. She can feel herself climbing higher and higher, her body coiling tighter and tighter, the pressure building at the base of her spine until she's sure she'll shatter at any moment. "Mark," she keens, his name a prayer on her lips. "Mark, I'm... I'm..." Her words dissolve into a scream as her orgasm tears through her, her body convulsing, her hips bucking wildly against Mark's. She can feel him pulsing inside her, his own release following close on the heels of hers. Veronica goes limp, her body spent, her mind foggy with bliss. She can feel Mark's cock softening inside her, his release seeping out to coat her inner thighs. But she doesn't care. She's never felt so sated, so utterly "claimed.". "Mine," she murmurs, the word a soft, satisfied sigh. "You're mine, Mark. Forever and always." Mark chuckles, the sound a low, rumbling purr. "And I'm yours, little one," he murmurs, his lips brushing against her temple. "Forever and always."

Veronica can only shiver at Mark's words, her body already trembling with anticipation. She knows that what they've just shared is only the beginning, that there are so many more ways for Mark to claim her, to make her his. "Show me," she breathes, the words barely a whisper. "Show me everything, Mark. Claim me in every way possible." Mark's lips curve into a wicked smile. "Oh, I intend to, little one," he purrs, his hand sliding down her body to cup her sex. "I'm going to take you in every hole, mark you inside and out until there's no doubt who you belong to." Veronica's eyes flutter shut at his words, her hips rocking against his touch, seeking more of that delicious friction. She's never wanted anything as badly as she wants Mark in this moment, never craved the feel of his hands on her body, his cock inside her, claiming her. "Please," she begs, the word coming out as little more than a whimper. "Please, Mark. Make me yours. In every way possible." Mark's eyes flash with dark desire. "As you wish, little one," he growls, his hips surging forward. He sheaths himself inside her once more, stretching her wide, filling her up. And then he's moving, his hips snapping forward, pounding into her, claiming her, owning her in the most primal way possible.