Another one of these, please: http://thepreciousthing.tumblr.com/post/121702150607/finding-flight-okay-but-imagine-a-medieval -- RecklessPrudence
He went where he was summoned, of course. Demons did not have much in the way of free will. He did not question why.
What he did question, after he appeared in several appealing guises, was why it was not working. He was the living embodiment of hot, muscular temptation. He could even do doughy, fuzzy temptation. And he did, just in case.
He could not get a bead on her desires. It was as if... as if... they didn't exist.
Finally, in utter desperation, he appeared to her as a 'love genie'.
"Command me, I am yours," he purred. His voice was something no woman alive should have been able to resist. "I can be your deepest desire. My only wish is to give you every pleasure you can imagine."
"You mean you do windows?"
Shocked, he reverted to his natural form. "What?" he said.
"I'm not very into the sex thing, sorry. But having someone to do my windows... oh that would be splendid."
"...what?" the demon squeaked. "I'm the embodiment of temptation and lust and you want your windows done?"
"The cleaners I have do a really horrible job."
"I'm an incubus. Do you know what that means?"
"You did say 'deepest desire'. And right now, I really want a clear view out of my windows."
Several small noises escaped his throat. And, finally, he did the one thing that no incubus in millions of years had ever done.
He burst out crying.
The next thing he knew, he was on a really comfy couch and wrapped in a nice, fluffy blanket. She had handed him a tub of ice cream and a spoon. And now she was cuddled up against him and murmuring variations on, "There there," and, "It isn't your fault."
"I can't return to the nether realms until my job is done. And my job is to... youknow..."
"What am I going to do," he fell to more sobbing. The ice cream was terrific. They never had anything like it in the Nether realms.
"It's all right," she cooed. "You go back when I die, too, right?"
Hiccup. Sniff. "...yeah..."
"Problem solved. You stay and give me some PR. I give you a nice home while you wait and-- maybe?"
He sighed. "Yes. I'll do your windows."