Honestly, he kind of wanted to head topside. He was getting tired of the same old Limbo orgies; he was up for a little challenge, a little change in scenery. Az always made the best of every situation (which usually meant orgasms). He figured it would be a fun diversion.
He appeared in what seemed to be the backyard of a cute little cottage-type home. There were garden beds, trees, and a large, fenced-in yard, and standing in front of the summoning circle was a beautiful young man. He looked mid-twenties to Az, although humans and age could be tricky. The human had tanned skin, brown hair, and brown eyes, although that description really didn’t do him justice. There was something both average and extraordinary about him at the same time. You might pass him on the street and not notice him, but if you looked closer, he was shiningly beautiful.
He was tall and a little stocky, but in a muscular way. This wasn’t a gym rat, but he was someone who obviously enjoyed being active. He was clean shaven, and he was neat and tidy in dress pants and a button-up shirt, but his hands were dirty and his sleeves were rolled up to bare his hairy forearms. The dichotomy of the formal with the messy was quite sexy.
Az knew sexy.
Az cocked his hip a little, dialed up his sex appeal, and gave the human a lazy smirk, waiting to feel the lust emanating off the man. It would be fun to give this one a good time. He made himself a bet that he could get at least four orgasms out of the guy this afternoon.
And… the guy just stared at him. Az was not getting any lusty vibes either.
“Grams,” the guy yelled out, “you’ve summoned a demon again.”
And then he turned around, ignoring Az completely, and stared at the back door, where a woman’s voice called out, “What, dear? Couldn’t hear you!”
The man sighed exasperatedly before taking a step toward the door, at which point Az took a step to get out of the circle.
Only he couldn’t.
He was actuallystuckin a summoning circle. He felt it pressing against him when he tried to move toward it. Could he break out of it? Maybe, if given enough time and a lot of energy, but it would hold him for quite awhile at the very least.
Well, this was unexpected.
The man turned around when he moved and stared at him, and he looked at the man. Then Az sat down in the circle cross-legged, arms draped over his legs. Might as well get comfortable. He smirked at the guy again and added a wink for good measure.
“You can just stay put until we figure out how to send you back,” the guy huffed. Az didn’t respond. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere—stuck in a circle or not, this was the most interesting thing to happen to Az in a few centuries.
Before the guy could say anything else, a short, plump, white-haired woman came bustling out the back door. She saw him sitting in the circle and grinned widely.
“Grams,” the guy groaned out.
“Oh, isn’t he lovely! See, you should have told me you were into men, honey. We wouldn’t have had that Marybeth incident when you were in the tenth grade.” The guy huffed at that, but the woman just kept on talking, fanning herself a bit as she did. “But isn’t he just the sexiest thing. Mmmhmmm. Might need to break out the vibrator after this.”
“Jesus, Grams,” the guy huffed out.
“And maybe my big dildo too. Where did I leave that one?” she questioned, staring off for a moment before looking back at the guy.
“Grams,” the guy muttered. “Who did you summon?”
“Oh Gabey,” the woman soothed, coming over and patting the guy’s arm. Az was guessing by the sigh that “Gabey” might be a nickname, perhaps for Gabe? Az also decided he definitely wasn’t going anywhere. “Grams” was gonna break out the big dildo, after all. He liked this family already. Although “Gabey” seemed to be a bit repressed. Az’s lusty vibe wasn’t working on him, but he figured maybe that had something to do with being trapped in the circle.
He’d get out of the circle eventually, though.
“Honey,” Grams continued, “it just isn’t healthy to practically be a monk at twenty-eight years old. You should be out enjoying sex. You don’t want to date, that’s fine, but at least get a few good orgasms.”
Az’s eyebrows shot up. He couldn’t help it. This cute guy didn’t date or have sex?
“So,” she continued, taking a step back, “I took matters into my own hands.”
“Who. Did. You. Summon.” cutey ground out.
“A lust demon. And I made sure to tailor the demon specifically for you. A demon you’d be attracted to and interested in. A demon who would be just perfect for you. And one who would give you loads of orgasms, of course. I was very specific.”
The guy just hung his head and shook it. He looked sort of miserable, and Az almost felt sorry for him.
“Honestly,” she continued, “you’d think I’d never summoned before the way you’re carrying on. And there was only the one time it went somewhat wrong. And that was mainly Michael’s fault anyway.” The guy huffed again, but she just kept going. “Have a romp in the sack with Mr. Sex Demon here, and then you can both go about your business as usual. Consider it an early birthday present.”
And with that, she walked over and used her sneaker to wipe away a line of the circle, breaking the summoning spell in one motion. They both just stared at her, Az with surprise (didn’t she know it wasn’t a great idea to let demons loose on the world?), but he thought the human looked more resigned than anything.
