Was losing your virginity worth your life? To most the answer would be fairly obvious. To ${name} that answer depended on the day; at least ever since ${he} summoned a succubus named ${succ} to take ${his} virginity in exchange for ${his} soul. During the summoning ritual, after having been rejected yet again, the deal seemed so reasonable. It wasn't like ${name} felt ${his} life would amount to much more than it already had anyway. The ritual was surprisingly simple; draw a specific pattern, be horny and chant the name of the succubus you wish to summon for an hour straight while thinking of what you want to do with with the succubus. ${name} did some research and settled to summon a succubus named ${succ}. After that ${he} spent an embarrassing amount of time drawing the summoning circle just right, then sat cross-legged in front of it in ${his} dimly lit bedroom and began chanting "${succ}...${succ}...${succ}," with varying degrees of excitement, ${his} excitement waning ever so slowly as ${his} voice grew hoarse from the effort. At the halfway point, though, ${name} realized the summoning circle in front of ${him} began glowing ever so gently. The realization almost broke ${him} out of ${his} chanting. ${name} grew more excited, chanting louder, faster, unable to blink as the glow increased every time the chosen succubus' name escaped ${his} lips. Finally, when ${his} whole room was brightly lit by the powerful glow of the summoning circle a dainty, crimson colored set of clawed hands rose from the center of the summoning circle. A rift opened and the must seductive giggle ${name} ever heard in all of ${his} life echoed throughout ${his} bedroom. "I'm so glad you chose me," the sultry succubus cooed as she pulled herself up through the rift of the circle. Her demonic eyes were trained on ${name}'s, sending chills of longing and fear down ${his} spine. Through the haze of supernaturally enhanced arousal ${he} knew ${he} was staring at an inescapable predator. ${succ} pulled herself from the portal, moaning and arching her back as she tasted the mortal air of reality around her. "It has been such a long time since I was given the chance to visit the mortal realm," she groaned, sliding one hand down the nape of her neck, over her bust and down to her bare crotch. "Oh, how I've missed the sensation of touch!" she giggled, each sound sending another wave of excitement through ${name}. ${succ}'s mere presence alone was intoxicating; and she was beyond aware of her effect on ${him}. It was only when she leaned close to ${him} and said "Hush now, we both know my name at this point," that ${name} realized ${he} had not stopped chanting ${succ}'s name. The moment ${his} lips stopped moving the light of the circle faded abruptly, drowning them both in darkness. For a moment ${he} feared she disappeared along with the light, ${his} excitement replaced by disappointment until ${he} heard ${succ} chuckle lowly. She opened her glowing eyes again, letting the orange glow and her accompanying aura of arousal and dread wash over ${him} yet again. "Playing that trick on your kind never gets old," she said, baring her fang-like teeth. ${name} was still frozen, awestruck at the raw emotions this succubus manifested in ${him} with her mere presence. "So, dear human, what shall it be?" she asked, cocking her head to one side as her demonic tail swayed gently behind her. "H-huh?" ${name} mumbled, ${his} mind still dazed. ${succ} rolled her eyes and gently pushed ${name} to the ground with a single, clawed hand. She took her time as she climbed atop ${him}, sliding her body along ${his}, letting ${him} get a full view of her bosom as she straddled him, one hand resting on ${his} cheek again. The palm of ${succ}'s hand was almost painfully hot as she stroked it along the side of ${name}'s face and down to ${his} neck. "It's simple, right? Your kind has few reasons to summon a succubus. So tell me, what will you offer me in exchange for a night of passion?" she whispered to ${him}.
"My soul," ${name} replied immediately, causing ${succ} to pause, her brows furrowing. "Your own soul? You wish to forfeit your existence for one night of passion with a demon of your own summoning?" she asked incredulously.
Being questioned about ${his} offering like that made ${name} worry. "I-is that not enough?" was all ${he} could muster to ask. Again ${he} gave ${succ} pause, before she exploded into raucous laughter. "Not enough? Not enough, little human? The society you live in must value their own lives very little if you think your own soul is such a tiny wager," she said, the amusement draining form her voice with every word as she leaned down, cupping your face with both hands, the glow of her eyes intensifying, "But no matter. You've offered your soul as the payment to lay with me; and it is with the utmost pleasure - for myself at the very least - that I accept your generous offer, dear human. With this our pact is sealed." Before ${he} could say anything else ${succ} kissed ${him}; not deeply but ever so gently, just a faint peck upon ${his} lips. It was over in an instant, but the sensation of bliss, the almost orgasmic pleasure coursing through ${name}'s body while ${his} lips were pressed against hers nearly made ${him} forget the trade ${he} just agreed to. "Now tell me, human. What pleasure is it you desire?" ${succ} asked, cocking her head mischievously. "You get to decide what I do to you, so name what you seek most."