Summon with paint

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This story is a fiction romance between talented female painter and her fiction man . It is not a fantasy story for kids/ teenagers. 18+ content for adults. Read at your risk.

Sonia was a talented artist, known for her stunning whiteboard drawings. But she had one obsession that consumed her thoughts day and night - she dreamed of drawing the perfect man, with chiseled abs, flawless skin, and a face to die for. And to make him even more alluring, she imagined him with two curved horns protruding from his head.

One fateful night, as Sonia walked home from a late shift at the cafe, she spotted something glinting in the dim light of a streetlamp. Curious, she approached and picked up a necklace, its pendant in the shape of a devil's face. A shiver ran down her spine as she held it in her hands, a feeling of dark energy emanating from the piece.

Excited by her find, Sonia hurried home and immediately grabbed her whiteboard, eager to pour her new inspiration into her art. She sketched the outline of a man, his muscles rippling beneath his crimson skin. With each stroke of her marker, the figure came to life, his horns curving gracefully from his temples.

As she worked, Sonia lost herself in her creation, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and something else, something darker. She knew this wasn't just any drawing - it was a summoning, a calling to the very creature she had dreamed of for so long.

Sonia drifted off to sleep, her mind still reeling from the night's events. Her drawing had so consumed her, so lost in her fantasy, that she hadn't noticed the hour growing late. Now, as she lay in her bed, she felt a strange sensation, like a presence in the room with her.

She shivered as she felt hands, not her own, touching her legs through the sheets. Her heart raced as she realized she wasn't alone. But before she could open her eyes, she felt something else - lips on hers, invading her mouth with a bitter taste.

Sonia moaned, her body reacting even as her mind struggled to wake up. She tried to sit up, but found herself held in place, her legs wrapped around something she couldn't see. Panic began to set in as she felt a tongue, hot and wet, lapping at her most intimate places.

"No," she whimpered, but the sound was muffled, lost in the haze of sleep and desire. Her body betrayed her, arching into the touch, craving more even as her mind screamed at her to stop.

Sonia moaned as she felt a hot tongue lapping at her nipples, teasing them through the thin fabric of her nightshirt. She tried to push the sensation away, to wake herself from this nightmare, but her body betrayed her, arching into the touch, craving more.

She felt something wet and warm trickling down her stomach, pooling in her navel. Her mind reeled, unable to process what was happening to her. She tried to open her eyes, to see who was tormenting her, but her eyelids refused to cooperate, held shut by an unseen force.

Then she felt fingers, not her own, teasing at her lips. They traced the outline of her mouth, dipping inside to taste her. She whimpered, her lips parting involuntarily, inviting them in.

And then she felt it - something hot and hard, thrusting into her, filling her, claiming her. She cried out, her body writhing in pleasure and pain as the stranger took her, used her, made her his own.

Sonia felt something hard and hot thrusting into her mouth, filling her throat. She gagged and choked, but couldn't escape the relentless assault. At the same time, she felt fingers, not her own, plunging into her most intimate places, thrusting in and out in a frenzy of hunger.

The sensations were too much, too intense. Sonia's mind shut down, her consciousness slipping away as her body was used and abused by the stranger. She passed out, her last thought a whispered plea for mercy.

When she woke the next morning, Sonia found herself tangled in her sheets, wet and sticky with the evidence of the night's activities. She shivered, her body aching in ways she couldn't explain.

She stumbled out of bed and made her way to her whiteboard, her eyes bleary and unfocused. And that's when she saw it - the devil-faced man she had drawn, now a full-body portrait, his eyes burning into hers. His hands were tucked into his pants, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her.

At the bottom of the whiteboard, Sonia saw a message, written in a hand that was not her own: "You summoned me, Sonia. I satisfied you. But I will be back."

Sonia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a scream. She backed away from the whiteboard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had unleashed something she could never control, something that would haunt her for the rest of her days.

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