Demon and Pirotess (Demon Futa/F)

This was a story i started for a contest back on the Hentai Foundry, regarding a picture by Dimitris. The contest died, and as such, I forgot about this story. Figured I would post it here. It involves Pirotess from Lodoss war....which I know very little about, so I hope I don't offend any fans :)

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Pirotess was frustrated. Not with the state of the world, politics, war...nothing so far reaching. It was as simple as her being sexually unfulfilled.

This was certainly a new thing for her. The males of her people were renown in certain circles for their stamina and sexual prowess. And for most of her life, this had been sufficient to leave her quite satisfied. But that changed during a singular passionate night with the human, Ashram. While he lacked the staying power and finesse of her kinsman, he made up for it with far more significant equipment.

And now she was trapped. Trapped between the world of skill and duration and a world of brutal passion and stretching pounding. Her people left her feeling empty, despite their ministrations, and any attempt with a human (and even one with a dwarf) ended far too quickly, leaving her stretched but unsatisfied. Which lead her to her current course.

She had searched high and low for a way to settle her crisis. She actually found a spell that would supposedly tighten up her intimate area. But this would not erase from her mind the wonderful feeling of being stretched around the long thickness of a more prodigious member. She sought sages and monks, and actually found one who combined the two sides to some degree. But this just left her panting for more. Then, one day, she found it in an ancient tome.

A summoning spell. And a pact with infernal forces. Old, dark magic. Most knew better than to deal with devils and demons. But Pirotess was cunning. She knew that even such nefarious creatures had to follow the letter of their deals. So if she made a deal to be satisfied, they would be forced to do it. And after much work, she had brought all that she needed together to summon a creature to bring her to blissful fulfillment.

Deep in the cave she selected, runes glowed on the floor and walls, and Pirotess chanted. Sweat streamed down her body, but increasingly so she also leaked from her vagina as her arousal grew with each moment that conjuring's end came nearer.

Pirotess finished the lengthy spell, punctuating the final word in a near scream, when suddenly the cave went pitch black. A quick gust blew out her torches and candles, and the runes immediately went dark. Even her keen elven vision left her blind. Then a faint glow came from the main circle on the floor. Its runes wriggled as though alive and something crawled up through the floor.

When it came out and stood fully, it appeared to be a petite teenaged girl. Her body was slender and trim. An innocent face smiled at Pirotess, crowned by a pair of pig taile