	As Mason completed the incantation, an inky black smoke began to boil from the center of the magic circle. He swallowed his nerves as the abyssal blackness spilled forth, filling the room with the smell of brimstone and an air of unbearable anticipation. 
Once the summoning was finished, a column of inky haze swirled slowly, imposingly, inside the circle. A pair of baleful eyes burned inside the cloud, and a voice boomed forth like thunder. 
	"I HAVE ANSWERED YOUR SUMMONS, MORTAL. WHAT DO YOU DESIRE OF THE GREAT BELETH, ONE OF HELL'S MIGHTY KINGS?
		"Oh great Demon King Beleth, I beseech of you. Help me find a girlfriend."
"WHY, I ASK, DO YOU NEED ME FOR THAT? YOU SEEM A DECENT ENOUGH MAN. IT'S NOT WISE TO WASTE A DEMON KING'S TIME ON THINGS YOU COULD DO FOR YOURSELF."
	"...it's my dick", he blurted out after some hesitation. 
	"EXCUSE ME?"
	"I... didn't think I'd be explaining this to anyone, let alone a demon king. But, uh. My dick is too big. It scares women off."
	"...Do not trifle with me, mortal." The thunderous voice seemed smaller somehow, having been caught off guard. After a moment's hesitation, the voice boomed once more. "IT IS NOT WISE TO LIE TO A DEMON."
	Mason was starting to lose his patience. "If you really don't believe me I'll show you, dammit. I'm sure you've seen worse." He pulled off his robe, threw it aside in frustration, and hastily pulled off his baggy pants. An impossibly large cock spilled out, followed by two enormous balls.
	"There, you see? Too big for any mortal woman. I cast a fertility spell on myself, as curious teenagers are prone to doing. Except, it turns out, I have a knack for enhancement magic. It got a lot bigger than it was supposed to, and the spell never wore off."
	"YES, I SUPPOSE THAT IS A DECENT ENOUGH REASON. BUT REALLY, ARE HUMAN WOMEN SO FRAIL? I AM SURE YOU COULD FIND A WOMAN WHO WOULD BE THRILLED WITH YOUR SIZE. AND REALLY, AROUSED BY A SUMMONING? MORTALS SHALL NEVER CEASE TO AMAZE ME."
	"You misunderstand, Your Majesty. This is as small as it gets."
	"N-no way. That's crazy, you'd have to be bigger than an incubus." This time the thunderous facade dropped completely from the demon's voice, leaving one that sounded... Small? And feminine? Something wasn't right. Mason holds up his hand and, and commands: "In the name of Solomon I command thee; reveal your true form unto me!"

	A bright light shines forth from the ring on his finger, and the inky black smoke is blown away. Standing before him loomed a huge, astonishingly beautiful woman, nearly seven feet tall. Her full, round breasts strained at the assortment of straps and belts struggling to contain them. The tops of her stockings cut into the generous flesh of her luxuriously thick thighs, supporting scandalously wide hips. A pointed tail sprouts from just above her large, shapely ass. Small, bat-like wings spread behind her. Raven hair with a slight wave frames a gorgeous olive complexion. Two horns sprout from her head, with a small flaming crown floating between them. 
	Mason stood for a moment in slack-jawed awe at the woman standing before him before collecting himself and coming to a rather obvious realization. 
	"I called upon Beleth, one of the great Kings of Hell. His true form is a man seated upon a horse.
...You're not Beleth."
	All pretense was gone from her voice as she struggled to maintain her focus. "N-no, not quite. I am Sitri, a princess of Hell. My father is attending to business far more important than mortal summons. I, his daughter, am answering them in his place. But, being his daughter, I have many of the same powers as he does. I answered your summons, so I will help you." She tried to maintain eye contact, but her gaze kept wandering downwards. It was just so damn big. Keep it together, Sitri, he's just a mortal. 
	Mason desperately tried to keep his line of sight civil. Disrespecting a princess of Hell could be a fatal mistake, as could be losing your focus during a summoning. 
He spoke the terms of their contract in the ancient language, and pricked his finger. Contracts were, after all, usually sealed in blood. 

	Sitri dropped to her knees, closed her eyes, and leaned forward. She took her new master's finger into her mouth. She sucked on it gently, lapping tenderly at the tip. Despite his best efforts, he felt his focus slip and his cock swell to inhuman proportions. 
	Sitri was snapped from her reverie by the impact of an absolutely titanic cock slapping against her sculpted cheek. Over two feet of throbbing manhood loomed in front of her. She licked her lips and rubbed her face against it, cooing happily. "You weren't kidding. No mortal woman could even dream of taking something like this. I don't think I've even seen an incubus this big before."
She hefted one of his enormous, heavy balls in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
	"Fuck, these look wonderful." She stroked her left hand up and down his absurd length, and leaned in close to plant a kiss on his fertile sack.
	"I don't think this is part of the summoning ritual." 

	He was thunderstruck by her boldness, her beauty, and her scent. He was trying to keep his composure, but she's just so... Overwhelming. His head felt light, and an impossible volume of precum flowed freely from the tip of his monstrous cock.
	He heard Sitri's voice. "Wow, blowing your load already? That's surprising. It's a little thin but I love the volume."
	Unfazed by the voice in his head, Mason replied "What are you talking about? That's just precum."
Sitri made a noise halfway between a gasp and a moan and continued worshipping the titanic cock in front of her.
He tried and failed to stifle moans of pleasure as she gently stroked his enormous shaft. She licked up and down his rock-hard length while caressing his massive balls. The sensation was almost too much for him, but he resisted the pressure already rising in his loins. Her soft, warm tongue painted delicate circles around the head of his cock; after a few slow, wet kisses she took the tip into her mouth. 
	She stroked his manhood with both hands and greedily drank the endless stream of precum. Her mouth felt warm, supernaturally warm, and through the haze of pleasure he noticed her fitting more and more of his impossible girth into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as, with great effort, she fit the entire head of his monstrous cock into her mouth. She expertly worked her tongue across his vast member as she slowly strained to force even more inside of her mouth. Her throat started to bulge as she took more and more of his monstrous cock. Regaining his senses somewhat, he stroked her hair, then grabbed her horns and began to fuck her throat. His enormous testicles slapped against her chest with each thrust, sending ripples through her massive breasts. She gasped in surprise and pleasure at this new surge of vigor, and her voice rang out in his mind: 
	"That's more like it."
	Now that she'd taken enough of his absurd length down her throat, she could reach forward and caress his huge, heavy balls. She stroked them lovingly as he fucked her face; even with magic, mortals didn't normally get anywhere near this big.
	"You taste amazing. Hurry up and cum for me."
	"Alright. You're helping me clean it up, though."
	"Clean up? What is there to clean up? Cum down my throat already."
	"Are you sure? It's going to be a lot."
	"I can take it. Hurry up and fill me up."
	He shoved her face against his groin, bottoming out his enormous length inside her, and gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. He let out a long moan and began pumping load after load of hot, thick cum straight down her throat. She massaged his enormous, over-full balls as liter after liter of semen flooded into her. In spite of all her magic, her belly began to swell from its sheer volume. She swallowed again and again without pause. His explosive orgasm went on and on, pumping out impossible amounts of cum with each shot. After what seemed like an eternity, his moans grew softer, his grip loosened, and the endless flow of cum began to slow. When Mason was finally spent, Sitri's belly had swelled with so much cum she could'nt even move; from her position on her knees, it rested comfortably on the floor.
	"I told you it was a lot."
	She groaned in agreement and satisfaction. 