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From the outside, everything seemed normal. It was an apartment like any of the others in the low-rent building. On the inside, however, things were different.

A lot of the furniture was pushed over to the walls, allowing for a wide, clear space on the hardwood floor. A man wearing a black cloak knelt on the ground. Before him, there was a large circle, made of white wax stained with reddish-brown swirls. Set around it in a semicircle were thirteen thin black candles, and inscribed into the circle, scratched deep into the wood, were letters of an ancient script, a language not spoken by any mortal being.

The man began to chant, rasping syllables never intended to be spoken by the voices of man.

The flames atop the candles sputtered and flickered. A chill began to fill the air. The man's words came faster and louder, and from within the circle, a fiery light began to emerge. Faster and faster he chanted, until with a flash of heat, a pillar of flame erupted from within the circle, and the man was momentarily blinded.

He allowed himself a grin as his vision swam. This was it! This is what he had been waiting for!

Then his vision began to clear... and something wasn't right.

There was a demon in the circle. It had worked. But something was... very not right.

Instead of what he was expecting, the demon in the circle was a beautiful woman. The first thing he noticed was that she was tall, at least a head taller than him. Her skin was a deep tan color, and hair so black it seemed to absorb light flowed down her back. Her eyes were an unearthly shade of blue, and seemed to glow in the dim light, and her lips were the color of fresh blood. On either side of her head was a pair of horns, reminiscent of those of a ram. On her back, a pair of black, bat-like wings. Her legs from the thigh down were covered in black fur, ending in cloven hooves, and though it was partially obscured, he could see a long, sinuous tail, ending in a spade-shaped tip.

All of this, however, took a back seat to what he had noticed first.

Her alluringly-curvy figure was dominated by her gigantic midsection, overwhelmingly heavy-looking with what could only be a child, and the huge, swollen breasts topped with big, dark areolas and thick nipples that draped over it. The fact that she was completely nude compounded matters.

This was the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was that she looked seriously peeved.

"You dare?" she snarled, and as she spoke, he fell backwards, his cloak catching on something as he tumbled. "You have ten seconds to give me a reason not to extract your soul via your anus, mortal."

The man, now revealed to be a not particularly imposing figure, gulped audibly. This was not how things were supposed to go.

"Are you... are you a servant of Varrunx, Archfiend of Wrath?"

The demon let out a cruel laugh. "Do I look like one?" she said. "I am a servant of Lashine, Archfiend of Lust. Five seconds left."

"Wait!" he said. "You can't hurt me! I, I sealed you! You are bound to my will!"

"Am I now?" she said, looking over the circle she was standing in. This took some doing, as she had difficulty seeing over her belly. She let out a sigh.

"Dumbass," she said, deflating a bit. "You got these seals all wrong. You copied the runes backwards! So no, you don't get to barter your soul for whatever petty thing your little mortal heart desires. Instead you got me."

The glow in her eyes intensified. "And I am supposed to be on maternity leave!" As she spoke, the bloodstained wax forming the circle disintegrated and the candles melted into indistinct blobs. Her lips curled up into a nasty smile. "On top of all of that, the seals you used were for a completely different class of demon. So I can do whatever I want to you." She took several menacing steps forward, her hooves tapping loudly on the floor.

The man blinked several times, scooting backwards across the floor. "Um," he said, staring up at her, "sorry?"

The demon let out a laugh. "Oh, this is just rich," she said, still stalking toward him. "I am going to rip your soul out and use it as a- argh!"

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and clutched her stomach, wincing in pain. From between her legs, a gush of fluids erupted fourth. It sizzled when it hit the ground, discoloring the wood.

Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed again.

"You," she snarled. "I will let you live if you banish me now."

"Um," said the would-be demonologist, still on the ground, "I, um... can't do that..."

"Of course you can!" she snapped back, clutching her stomach. "What kind of moron can figure out a summoning but not a banishing?"

"I, um, know how," he replied, seeing his life flash before his eyes. "You just, um... ruined my circle. And I don't have the supplies to make a fresh one."

Her eyes flashed again, and he shut his eyes in anticipation of a world of pain. When it didn't come, he slowly opened them again. The demon's features had softened ever so slightly.

"Listen to me, summoner," she said, guardedly. "Do you have some manner of name, or will 'pitiful mortal' suffice?"

He blinked a few times, unsure of what was happening next. "Um," he said, "Rick."

"Listen to me, Rick," she said, her face the picture of pain and desperation. "Right now, I want my spawn to live more than I want you to suffer. So here's the deal. You're going to help me, and then send me back as soon as you are able. And in return for this, I will refrain from killing you. Does this sound good to you?"

Rick could only nod. He quite liked being alive and wished to remain so. "Um," he said. "What do you mean, 'help'? I'm not a doctor or anything..."

The demon let out a snort. "Got someplace I can sit?" she said. Rick pointed toward his sofa, which she wasted no time in plopping down onto and spreading her legs.

"I'm a lust demon," she said, pointing down. "I feed on sexual energy. I need to feed that energy into my spawn as she is born, so I need to be topped off. Normally I'd have a few servants for that, but they're back home. So I have you, get busy."

"...busy?" said Rick, dazed.

She rolled her eyes and spread her legs further. "Do I have to draw you a diagram?" she said. "Lick. And be quick about it, she's going to come fast and hard." As if to emphasize that point, her belly contracted again, causing her to hiss in pain.

Rick nodded, scooting over to kneel between her thighs. He had done this before, of course, and while he wouldn't call himself an expert, he had a pretty good idea of what he would be doing. The circumstances were certainly odd, which dampened the mood somewhat but since he would be very literally performing as if his life depended on it...

He leaned in to get a closer look. Her nether lips were plump and wet, and a strong, intoxicating scent was filling the air. He could feel himself blushing.

"Well?" said the demon, impatiently. "Are you just going to look at it, or are you going to get busy?"

She did not need to tell him. The more he looked took it in, in all of its intricate detail, the more he wanted her. Rick dove in, running his tongue first along her outer lips, and then probing her depths. She began to drip, and her fluids had a unique sweet and spicy taste to them, unlike any other girl Rick had gone down on. As he worked, she began to moan and caress her belly.

"Mmm," she said, "you're pretty good at this, for a human. Keep going, I can feel it... ooh..."

Rick looked up and saw her middle contract again, and he redoubled his efforts, licking harder and deeper into her.

"Yes, like that," the demon moaned, throwing her head back and rubbing her belly harder. "More, harder, it's coming, I've got to... ngh!"

Her expression shifted from ecstasy to concentration, and her whole body - particularly her belly - tightened as she gave a push. Her pussy lips bulged outward, a trickle of fluid spurted fourth, and the mass in her belly shifted.

"You're very - ngh - enthusiastic!" panted the demon. "I like that."

She took a deep breath and pushed again, and her belly shifted more. Rick could almost see its progress through her as she worked it out. She began to rub and squeeze her breasts as she pushed. Rick felt something begin to come out, and recoiled a bit.

"It's coming!" she repeated loudly. "Don't stop!"

Rick swallowed. This was getting strange, but he kept at it, changing tactics a bit. He redirected his attention toward her swollen pearl, licking and sucking at it. This seemed to go over well. As she pushed, he could see her lips visibly stretch and distend, as her child was pushed down and out, very slowly.

"It's... not enough," she said, out of breath. "I need... more..."

She shoved Rick back with one hand, and grabbed a pillow off of the couch with the other. She dropped the pillow down on the floor between her legs, then flipped over, kneeling down on the floor and leaning on the couch.

Rick, meanwhile, stared at her shapely rear, not sure how to proceed from this point on. "What... what exactly is it that you want me to do?" he asked.

She let out a groan, then held up a hand and snapped her fingers. Rick felt a sudden breeze as his clothes were disintegrated. He looked down at himself, and noticed that he was fully erect. She snapped her fingers again, and there was a brief aroma of brimstone and a puff of smoke as an object materialized in her fingers, which she tossed over to him.

Rick examined the object. It was a little tube of... personal lubricant?

Something clicked into place in Rick's head.

"You mean... you want me to..." he said, dumbfounded.

"Yes I do!" she snapped. She reached around and placed one hand on either cheek, spreading them apart and revealing her gaping rear entrance. "I need more energy and fast, so lube up and fuck me already!"

Rick looked over to her, then back at himself. The situation was utterly bizarre, but right now, that seemed secondary to the fact that a beautiful woman wanted him now. So he did as he was instructed, uncapping the little tube and applying its contents liberally to himself. With care, he positioned himself over her and pressed the head of his member against her hole. It began to slip in with ease. He felt it tighten as she had another contraction.

"Ngh!" she moaned, putting a hand to her belly. "I'm not some delicate flower! I need you to fuck me and fuck me hard, mortal!"

Not wanting to disappoint the lady, Rick slipped his cock the rest of the way into her. It was the tightest fit he had ever experienced, but he didn't take long to savor it. He pulled out again and pushed back hard, and she let out a yelp.

"Yes," she moaned. "That's the way... now give it to me... aahn!"

Her muscles clamped down on him as she pushed, and Rick increased his pace, slamming into her ass again and again as she pushed. He could feel something pressing up against him from inside her. Was that the baby? It had to be.

She let out a yell and bucked against him as another contraction ripped through her. She pushed and pushed, moving it through her faster and faster. Rick craned his neck to look between her legs, and he could see the child's head coming out of her, faster than it was before.

"Almost!" she said, pushing against him harder. "I need you... to give me... everything... you have!"

She squeezed him with her internal muscles once again, and Rick felt pleasure overwhelm his senses, pleasure like nothing he had ever experienced before. Her thrust into her, harder than before, and felt his cock throb as his climax raged, shooting deep into her as she let out a yell that shook the windows and pushed. All in one, the child slid out of her in a rush of fluids and landed on the pillow below. The demon let out a breath.

His heart pounding, Rick slipped out of her. Carefully, she turned around and picked up her newborn daughter, gently rocking her as she wailed.

"You did good, human," she said. "Your energy is very potent. I'm guessing it's been awhile since you've gotten any?"

"About two years," said Rick, slumping down.

"So I see," she said, chuckling. "We're even now, human. Go get materials for a fresh circle and get me out of here."

Rick nodded and started off to his bedroom to get dressed.

"Wait," said the demon, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Out of curiosity," she said, "what were you going to ask of the demon you were trying to summon?"

Rick cocked an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting this. "I wanted to take revenge on the man who cheated on my pregnant sister," he said. "Twice."

The demon laughed. "Give me a bottle or something," she said. Confused, Rick did as she asked, grabbing an old jar from a cabinet. She set her baby down, then held the jar to a breast and squeezed the nipple, producing a fine spray of milk. When she had filled the jar a quarter-inch or so, she raised it to her lips and whispered something into it in an infernal language.

"Slip this into his drink," she said, returning the jar to him. "Once he drinks it, he'll never be able to get it up again."

Rick let out a laugh. It wasn't what he had set out to do, to say the least, but sometimes, these things had a way of working themselves out.