2 comments/ 3869 views/ 10 favorites Grandaunt Sarah's Grimoire Ch. 01 By: Faustienne "...and to my grandniece Elizabeth, I give my trunk filled with old books." The words from grandaunt Sarah's will echoes in Lizzie's head, as she looked at the old, large trunk in front of her. She'd had it brought to her flat from grandaunt Sarah's attic. Sarah knew she loved books. Lizzie couldn't wait to see what treasures the trunk contained. She knelt by the trunk and opened the lid. The books were neatly stacked inside. She immediately spotted an old book of fairytales, which she remembered grandaunt Sarah reading to her when she was little. She took it out and leafed through the pages, looking at the gorgeous illustrations. Putting it aside, she began to take each book out of the trunk. There were several illustrated books about fairytales and myths. She'd enjoy reading these. At the bottom of the trunk there was an unmarked black book, bound in leather. Lizzie opened it to the title page, and discovered that it was written in runes. She leafed through the book and it was all written in runes. There were several illustrations of sigils in the book. "What kind of book is this?" she wondered. Taking the book with her, she got up and sat down at her desk, and googled "runes" on her laptop. She found several runesets, but the runes in the book looked like Norse runes. She printed out a sheet with the Elder Futhark and the Younger Futhark. Then she began to try and translate the headings on the pages in the book. She discovered that it was the Elder Futhark used, but the language was English. On the title page it said: "Sarah Blacklaw's Grimoire". It was a spellbook! Grandaunt Sarah had been a witch? The book did look handwritten, so it must be Sarah's personal spells. The book had several spells. One that Lizzie found interesting was "How to lessen menstrual cramps". She'd definitely try this one! The last spell in the book was "How to summon a faerie lover". Wow, really? Did it work? It had to be cast on a moon dark night, at midnight. It required a circle of salt, and nine black candles. There was a sigil that had to be painted in the middle of the circle, and nine drops of blood had to be mixed into the paint, which had to be black. This sounded like black magic to Lizzie, but the spell said "faerie" and not "demon". What kind of faerie would respond to a spell like this? The spell even mentioned the faerie by name: "Aethelred Jalnariel". So, it was to summon a specific faerie. Where had Sarah found the spell in the first place? Was this why she had remained single her entire life? Who would have thought, grandaunt Sarah had had a secret lover! Lizzie translated and carefully read the introduction to the book "How to prepare for casting spells". The instructions mentioned drinking mugwort tea to "open the magical channels" and how to prepare the tea. Could she do the summoning spell? Did she have any magical powers? She had never had any encounters with the paranormal. Well, it was worth a try, wasn't it? Lizzie had had two boyfriends when she was in her mid-twenties, but both relationships had ended when she wasn't interested in having sex. She had tried it with her both of her boyfriends, but she had found the experience rather boring. The foreplay was interesting, but the intercourse was just dull. She had given up on dating and having boyfriends after that, and now she was thirtyfour. It wasn't that she didn't have any libido; she often masturbated, but she couldn't get any satisfaction from mortal men. Maybe an otherworldy lover could be the answer? She began to prepare for the summoning spell. She ordered mugwort from a herbalist shop on the internet, and bought candles, paint and salt. She also bought a large, white sheet for her circle, since she couldn't just paint on the floor. Finally it was the night of the dark of the moon. It was also that other time of the month, so Lizzie was already feeling horny. The instructions to the summoning spell said she had to purify her body by bathing in a bath with mugwort. She only had a shower, but she made a satchel to tie around the shower head, and put some of the herbs in it. She hoped that this was sufficient. She took a long shower and washed herself with rose scented soap. Then she washed her short hair with rose scented shampoo. She shaved her legs and armpits and put on some Tuscan rose perfume. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was still slim and had nice, small and firm breasts. Her hair was short and dyed a bright orange, while her pubic hair was a dark blond. She wished she had been a little taller, but other than that she really liked her body. She put on her usual black and simple underwear. She didn't own any dresses, so she decided to put on a red and black plaid skirt that reached to mid-thigh. She put on a sleeveless, black top, and red and black striped over the knee stockings. Should she put her hair up in their usual spikes, or should she leave it slicked back? She decided to spike it up, like she usually did. She made herself some mugwort tea. The tea was supposed to work for half an hour before she began the spell. She took the large, white sheet and cut a circle out of it. The instructions for the spell described how large the circle had to be. She moved away the furniture in the living room; her bedroom was too small for the circle. She put the cloth circle on the floor and fetched the black paint and a brush. Sitting down, she used a diabetes lancet, pricked her finger and dripped nine drops of blood into the flask of paint. She had the grimoire open beside her so she could look at the sigil she had to paint. Then she poured a salt circle around the cloth circle and placed the nine black candles around it, which she lit. She sat back on her heels and decided to meditate for the rest of the time it would take the mugwort tea to work. Focusing on her breath, she began to inhale and exhale slowly and deeply. She cleared her mind of all thoughts and focused on her intent, to summon a faerie lover to have fantastic sex with. If he had lived for some centuries, he might have the skills to make her feel something during sex, instead of being bored. She had never come during sex with her boyfriends, and had had to finish herself off with her own hand. Finally it was time to cast the spell. She lit the nine candles, then pricked another finger; the instructions said to touch the sigil with a bloodied finger during the incantation. She had learned the incantation by heart, and chanted it in a strong, commanding voice. She felt a strong tingle rise through her body as she chanted, and the tingling sensation went down through her arm and into her hand and out of her finger. The sigil flashed silver, and the flames of the candles flared. A silvery orb appeared in the air over the sigil and expanded until it filled the circle and was about eight feet tall. A tall shadow appeared in the silvery light and the light faded away. In front of her stood a figure in a long, black coat with a hood. The figure was about seven feet tall. The coat flared out from the waist and was rather wide at the bottom. The spell had worked! She couldn't wait to see this mysterious figure. "You aren't Sarah," the figure, no, Aethelred, said. His voice was dark and melodious. "No, I'm her grandniece Elizabeth." "Where is Sarah?" "I'm sorry, "Lizzie said, "but she recently died of a heart attack." "It grieves me to hear that, " the faerie said, "she was my favourite mortal." He pulled down the hood of his coat and Lizzie gasped. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He had blood red eyes, but they suited his very pale skin and long, black hair. His hair was waist length and looked thick and luxurious. He had very fine features, slanted eyes, a straight, narrow nose, a pointed chin and a mouth with red lips. Through his hair, the points of his ears poked up. "What do you want of me?" Aethelred asked. "Uhm, well, I inherited grandaunt Sarah's spellbook, and it had a spell in it that said "How to summon a faerie lover..." Aethered laughed. "So, you want me as a lover, just like your grandaunt." "Well, yes. You see sex with mortal men gives me nothing, but I thought maybe an otherworldly man might be different..." "Oh, I am different indeed!" Aethelred said, "I can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, should you choose to accept me and my bargain." "Oh, there's a bargain?" Lizzzie asked. "There is always a bargain between the fae and mortals." "So, what is the bargain?" "I will give you pleasure and in return you will allow me to feed off your life force," Aethelred explained. "Whoa, my life force? Won't that shorten my lifespan?" "Oh, nothing so sinister. Your life force is renewable, you just have to eat and drink and sleep." "Oh, ok, that's not so bad." "The question then is if you are able to accept me as I am," Aethelred said. "What do you mean? You're beautiful!" "You haven't seen all of me, yet..." "Then show me," Lizzie said. Aethelred unbuttoned his coat and let it slide to the floor. Lizzie let out a shriek and scurried backwards. From the waist up he was stunningly beautiful, from his waist down was a mass of thick, black, oily looking tentacles. "Wh-what kind of faerie are you!" she exclaimed. "I'm a lord of the sluagh," Aethelred said. "I thought the sluagh were a host of undead who abducted to souls of the living!" "No, that is a misconception. The sluagh are part of the unseelie sidhe, although we are banished to the Shadowlands. We are faeries who deviate too much from the physical norm of the fae of the Winter Court." "I thought the unseelie sidhe were hostile towards humans?" "Not all of us are," Aethelred said. There was a pause, while Lizzie took in Aethelred's form. Then she said: "Can I touch your tentacles?" "Feel free." She moved closer and reached out a hand and touched one of the massive tentacles. Up closer she saw that there were thinner tentacles hanging down from his stomach, with a bulb on the ends. They twitched around a little. The tentacle under her hand didn't feel oily; it was dry and warm. It reminded her of a boa she had once petted. So the oily, rainbow sheen was just part of their colouring. "It's not oily, it's soft and warm!" she said. "Curious, you seem more fascinated than horrified," Aethelred said. "Uhm, well, I have this fascination with tentacles..." she admitted. "Really?" "I've watched a lot of hentai tentacle anime." "What is that?" "Animated movies with tentacle pornography." Aethelred laughed. "So, do you think you can accept my form?" "Yes, I think so, now that I'm over the first shock." "So do we have a bargain, Elizabeth? I will give you pleasure, and you'll give me of your life force?" Lizzie swallowed nervously. She didn't really know what she was getting herself into. The appeal of having her secret fetish fulfilled, though, really exited her. "Yes," she decided, "we have a bargain." "Then prick your palm with your athame and prick mine and shake my hand on it." "Uhm, I only have this," Lizzie said and held up the diabetes lancet. "Will it work?" "Yes." "Good enough." Lizzie pricked her palm and then Aethelred's and shook his hand. "We have a bargain," she said. "Now, blow out the candles and open the circle." "Oh, hang on, shouldn't you also take an oath that you will do me no harm?" "That would be a wise thing to demand, when you're dealing with an unseelie sidhe," Aethelred said approvingly. "I swear on the sun, the moon and the stars that I will do you no harm, Elizabeth, grandniece of Sarah Blacklaw." "Ok." Lizzie went around the circle and blew out the candles. Then she drew her foot through the circle of salt and broke it. Aethelred stepped out of the circle. "Where would you prefer to have sex?" he asked. "In the bedroom," Lizzie answered. "Lead the way, then." Lizzie walked in front of him. She had to glance back, curious to see how he would move on his tentacles. She couldn't quite make out how he moved, but he did move with grace. She opened the door to her bedroom, and then she moved around lighting the candles she'd set out. "This is cosy," Aethelred remarked. "Thanks," Lizzie grinned. "So, I guess I'll get undressed then..." "Or we could kiss first, to set the mood," he suggested, "Oh, yeah, I'd like that. I haven't had sex in nearly ten years, so I'm a bit out of practise." Aethelred flowed over to the bed and lowered himself down on it. Those tentacles sure looked flexible! He held out his hand to Lizzie, she took it and sat down next to him. He leaned forward and kissed her softly. Lizzie closed her eyes. His kissed were gentle at first, then he put the tip of his tongue between her lips and sought entrance. She opened her mouth and let his tongue enter. He teased her tongue with his and it was quite erotic. He was a great kisser, but then he'd probably had had centuries to practice. He put his hand over one of her breasts and gently squeezed. Then he began to massage it, and his thumb flicked over her nipple. She could feel it harden. What had to be a tentacle began to caress her thigh. She moaned into his mouth She was beginning to feel aroused at the thought of being touched by a tentacle. Lizzie broke the kiss. "I feel ready to undress now," she said. She stood up and hastily removed her clothes, then she climbed into bed, laid down and held out her arms to Aethelred. He shifted, flowed up on his tentacles onto the bed and laid down halfway on top of her. They kissed slowly while he kneaded her breast with his hand. He moved down and began to lick the nipple of one of her breasts, while he kneaded the other with his hand. He put his mouth over her nipple and sucked, then he flicked his tongue back and forth over it. Lizzie moaned. She really enjoyed having her breasts touched and her nipples sucked on and tongued. He shifted his mouth to her other nipple and lavished it with the same attention as the first one. She enjoyed it for a while, then she started to feel the need to have her clit touched. She took Aethelred's hand and placed it on her crotch. He began to rub his fingers over her cunt, then he placed a finger on her clit and began to rub it in circles, while he continued to suck at and lick her nipples. This was wonderful! He really knew how to turn a woman on. She could feel her arousal rising, until she felt the need to feel him inside her. "I want to feel you inside me," she moaned. Aethelred flowed upwards from her. He looked at her and asked: "Would you care to indulge in some tentacle bondage?" Startled, Lizzie sat halfway up. "I have never tried bondage, but tentacle bondage is a secret fetish of mine, so, yes, please!" He laughed and said: "As you wish." "Nothing too adventurous, though, I'm not exactly an acrobat." Lizzie said. "I'll keep it simple," he said. Four of his tentacles on the sides flowed like snakes over the bed towards her. Two pushed her legs up and wrapped around her legs and thighs. Two flowed around her arms and waist and held them fast. Lizzie laid back down and enjoyed being held tightly. The tentacles were warm and muscular and very flexible. The tentacles around her legs and thighs pushed them apart as far as they would go. Part of her was embarrassed at being so exposed to his gaze, while an other part of her was exited at being so vulnerable. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they didn't budge an inch. She was completely at Aethelred's mercy now. She was glad she had made him swear not to do her any harm. His tentacles parted in the front as a different looking tentacle snaked out. It had a bulbous head. The head of the tentacle split in two and revealed what had to be a cock. It glistened with some kind of fluid. It was ridged along it's length, from the head to the root. The tentacle snaked over the bed and touched Lizzie's cunt. "Oh, wait!" she exclaimed. "Can I get pregnant? I'm even ovulating now." "Yes, you can," he said, "but I have a spell for that." He lowered himself down over her and drew a sigil over her womb with a finger, while he chanted something in a beautiful, melodious language. The sigil flashed silver, then faded. "Now you're safe from pregnancy," he said. "You aren't on the pill?" "No, I haven't had sex in nearly a decade, so there was no need for it." "Shall we continue?" he asked. "Yes, but I need to be warmed up again, my engine stalls when there's too much talk." Three of Aethelred's thinner stomach tentacles descended on her nipples and clit. Their tips split open, revealing small mouths with tongues. Two started to lick her nipples, while one licked her clit. It felt wonderful and she could feel her arousal rising again. She was nearing an orgasm, but she wanted to come while feeling him inside her. "I'm ready now," she moaned. Aethelred removed his small tentacles and rose up. Then she felt his cock tentacle at the entrance to her cunt. It began to slowly slide inside, then out, then back in. It was lubricated so it went in easily, even though it was a bit of a tight fit. The ridges stimulated her entrance and g-spot and it felt wonderful to have a cock slide into her, without the weight of a body on top of her. It felt really good, but not as good as when she played with her vibrator. Then he stopped moving the tentacle cock. "Nooo," she moaned, "don't stop!" "Don't worry, I will show you such ecstasy as you have never felt from a mortal man," Aethelred said. His cock began to pulse with sexual energy. The energy entered her in waves and her arousal rose even more. This was better! The energy sought out and stimulated pleasure spots inside her, that she didn't even know she had. One had to be her g-spot, but there was also a spot deep inside her cunt and one at the back. The energy pulsed into her pleasure spots and she reached a state of ecstasy she had never before felt. Then she felt his cock start to expand in girth. It filled her up and stretched her, and it felt so good! Time ceased to matter, nothing mattered apart from the exquisite feelings in her cunt. She entered an ecstatic trance and felt that she was floating in a haze of sexual energy. It brought her to the edge of orgasm and held her there, for how long she didn't know. From a distance, she could her herself moaning loudly as the energy pulsed into her pleasure points. She had never been vocal during sex, but she couldn't help herself now. She reached a point where she couldn't take it anymore. "Please, let me come," she moaned. Aethelred lowered himself over her and attached his stomach tentacles to her nipples and clit again and they began to suck and lick. His cock began to very slowly slide in and out of her. It was so beautiful! She felt tears flow from beneath her eyelids. She felt the sexual tension in her body rising, until she exploded into the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. Her entire body seemed to throb in time with the contractions of her cunt. It lasted longer than any other orgasm she had ever given herself. She could feel him come inside her, and that added to her satisfaction. So, he had got something out of it, too. Finally she came down and felt really relaxed and sleepy. That had never happened before; usually she felt energised when she had had an orgasm. Aethelred loosened his tentacles and lowered his upper body to lie beside her with an arm around her waist. "Wow... that was amazing!" Lizzie said. She caressed his beautiful face with her hand. He smirked at her. "Told you I was different from a mortal man," he said. "You are amazing," she said. "I feel so sleepy..." "That is because I feed off your life energy and your sexual energy." Grandaunt Sarah's Grimoire Ch. 01 She caressed his back and the upper part of his tentacles. "Do I have to wait a whole month to summon you again?" she asked. "If you will allow me to link with you magically, you may summon me whenever you want to, but I would advice you to wait a week, so that your life force has been fully recharged," he answered. "Link to me magically? Are there any side effects?" "No bad ones. It will bring us closer emotionally, though, which is something I'm willing to do, if you are." "I haven't been in love in a few years, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. The sex was fantastic! Besides, I can't have sex without forming an emotional attachment, so I'm already beginning to have feelings for you." "You're as sweet as your grandaunt, " he said, "she came to love me of all her heart, and I loved her." "That's nice, but it's a bit weird talking about my grandaunt. Were you her lover for long, though? And how did she find a spell to summon you?" "We were lovers from when she was in her twenties, until just before she died She always had a very healthy libido." "Ok, that's a bit more than I wanted to hear," she grimaced. Aethelred laughed. "You mortals and your prudishness!" He continued: "Sarah was born a witch, she could actually see and hear spirits. She could also dreamwalk, and that is how we met, in dreams. Thinking it was just a dream, she had no problems accepting my form and we made love. I taught her the summoning spell, and I taught her all the other spells, too." "I never knew grandaunt was a witch!" Lizzie said. "The Gift runs strong in you family, though it may skip a generation or two. You're mother doesn't have the Gift, but you do, or you wouldn't have been able to summon me," he said. "I've never had any paranormal experiences before this one. I've never seen or heard any spirits," she said. "You should be glad, it is as much a burden as it is a gift. But you should be able to do the spells in your grandaunts grimoire." "I'm looking forward to trying some of them," she said. "So, how come you haven't had any lovers in ten years?" he asked. "I always found sex with mortal men to be boring, I was never able to come with one inisde me, so I gave up on men." "They must have been very poor lovers, even for your kind," he said. "Perhaps. Anyway, I lost interest," she said. "But I have reawakened your interest in sex?" "Oh, indeed you have!" "So, are you willing to do the bonding spell?" "Yes, I am." "Good." Aethelred raised himself on one arm and put his hand over her heart. Then he drew a sigil over her heart with a finger and sang an incantation. The sigil glowed red, then faded. "There, it is done," he said, "now your heart will belong to me." "I will take no other lovers than you," she said. "Just so you know, I wouldn't mind if you had other lovers, as long as your heart is mine," he said. "Oh, I can't be bothered by mortal men after having sex with you; no mortal man could possibly compare to you, not by a long shot!" she said. "But now I'm really sleepy," she added. "Rest a while in my arms, sweetheart," he said. "Can you hold me with your tentacles, too?" "You really like my tentacles, do you?" "Oh, yes!" Aethelred laughed, and wrapped her in his tentacles. It felt really nice to be surrounded by them. Lizzie relaxed, with his arm around her waist and sank into sleep. She was awakened by Aethelred. "It's nearing dawn, now, and I have to leave," he said. "Aw, already?" Lizzie said sleepily. "I live in the Shadowrealms and sunlight hurts me," he answered, "besides, the gate to my realm is difficult to open when the sun comes up. You don't need to get up, I'll just go get my coat and open the gate." Lizzie put a hand behind his neck and drew him down for a long, sweet kiss. "I'll see you in a week, then," she said. "It's best if you summon me on a Saturday, it's easier for me to cross over, then," he said. "Ok," she smiled. "Goodbye for now, Aethelred Jalnariel." "Goodbye, Elizabeth," he said and flowed of the bed and out of the room. Lizzie pulled the duvet over her and curled up, still feeling very sleepy. Only a week and a half until she could summon him again! She smiled and feel asleep again. Grandaunt Sarah's Grimoire Ch. 02 Author's Note: Thanks to my friend Ly for her great editing of this chapter. *** A week and a half had passed and Lizzie prepared herself to summon her unusual faerie lover again. She drank a cup of mugwort tea to open her energetic channels then showered using rose scented soap and shampoo and put on her favourite perfume, Tuscan Rose. She dressed in her normal plain black underwear and put on her favourite outfit of a black sleeveless top with a short, black and red plaid skirt. She pulled on black and red striped over-the-knee socks to complete the look, and smiled. Moving the furniture to make space for the circle in her living room; she laid out the white sheet cut into a six foot circle. She poured salt around the circle and placed nine thick black candles around the circle, which she lit. Then she sat down and meditated until she was able to focus on the summoning. When she was ready, she knelt by the circle and painted the required sigil in the middle of the sheet, then pricked her finger and put it on the sigil while chanting the spell which would open the gates to the realm of faerie, and summon Aethelred Jalnariel. Like the first time, a silver sphere appeared about four feet above the sigil. It expanded until it filled the circle and was eight feet tall. Aethelred slowly took form in the circle, wearing his wide black ankle-length coat. "Greetings, Elizabeth. I am pleased that you have summoned me again," he said, smiling impishly. Lizzie stood up. "I'm pleased to see you again, Aethered." she replied, trying to hold in her excitement. "There's no need to be so formal, you can call me Lizzie." He grinned, and said: "Then you may call me Red, as your grandaunt Sarah used to cry out during her throes of passion." "Really, that's too much info," Lizzie complained. Aethelred just laughed. "It was a bit harder getting through the gate this time," he said. "Did you make any changes to the spell?" "No, I did it exactly the same way I did it the first time," she answered. "Wait a second; I used the same paint as last time." Aethelred raised his eyebrow. "Did you drip nine fresh drops of blood into it?" he asked her, looking a little amused. "No, I didn't," she replied sheepishly. "I thought once was enough." "Well, that was the problem. You need to use fresh paint and fresh blood each time." "Ok, I'll remember that for the next time," she promised. "Good. Now, come here and let me kiss you, Lizzie." His voice became like a command, and Lizzie felt the desire blossom within her. Lizzie broke the salt circle with her foot and then went around blowing out the candles before stopping in front of Aethered, who was more than a head taller than she. "Spread your legs a little so I can lift you up with my tentacles," he instructed. Lizzie spread her legs, shivering slightly in anticipation of being touched by his tentacles. Two tentacles snaked around her thighs and waist, and she was lifted into the air until she was face to face with Aethelred. She put her arms around his neck, while he put one arm around her waist and a hand behind her neck and then drew her in for a long, slow, passionate kiss. She loved the way his tongue played with hers. It made her body tingle. He moved his hand to her ass and squeezed, while he moved the other hand to her breast and did the same. His hand on her breast began to gently knead it while he rubbed his finger over her stiffening nipple. She moaned into his mouth. Her legs were pulled a little further apart and a third tentacle snaked up on the inside of her thigh and began to rub her crotch. She was getting really aroused now. Tentacles were her main fetish and having a lover with tentacles was a wet dream come true. She broke the kiss and moaned: "Oh, gods! I'm so turned on! I almost wish you'd just tear off my underpants and take me here and now!" "Patience, my dear," Aethelred said fondly. "I do so love your tentacles, Red!" she cried out. "I'm glad. Even in the unseelie sidhe court where there are plenty of deviations from the elven norm, I'm considered a monster." "You aren't a monster to me. To me you are amazing!" Lizzie exclaimed, passionately. "Thank you, Lizzie." he murmured, tickling her with his breath. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?" He moved forward on his tentacles, while holding Lizzie steady. "Oh! So you don't need all your tentacles to move?" Lizzie asked, intrigued. "No, I can use a couple to hold things. It's very useful in combat." "Have you seen much combat?" "I have been in some battles. The Sluagh helps to defend the borders of the unseelie sidhe," he told her with a look that suggested this was a conversation for another time. Aethelred put Lizzie down on the bed. "I'll light some candles first to see you better," she told him, "and then I'll get undressed." she said, with a wicked smile on her face. "You can leave the stockings on. That is quite sexy," he replied, returning her grin. Lizzie blushed and laughed. "I will!" She picked up a lighter and lit the candles that were on the bedside table and chest of drawers at the foot of the bed. Then she undressed slowly, looking at Aethelred as she did so, and put her clothes on a chair. She climbed onto the bed and lay down. Aethelred was grinning as he stripped off his coat and lowered himself down beside her. "I appreciate a little strip tease," he said with eyes gleaming licentiously. "I hoped you might," she replied, her voice sultry. He bent over and kissed her deeply, letting let his tentacles roam over her body. The touch of them was firm, but gentle. She loved how they felt all over her exposed flesh. He shifted and began to lick circles around a nipple while his hand kneaded the other breast. He flicked his tongue across her nipple and she moaned; they were so sensitive. Small bolts of pleasure zapped straight to her clit. He shifted his attention to her other nipple, and she felt herself becoming incredibly turned on. She let her hands roam over his upper body. He was slender with well defined muscles, without being bulky. He had beautiful long hair, another fetish of hers, which she loved being able to stroke. He shifted a little and used his tentacles to part her thighs. She could see his tentacle cock emerge and it unfolded from its outer layers which were like petals. It began to rub against her cunt. She enjoyed the sensations for a little while, but soon she realized it wasn't enough. "I need to feel you inside me," she moaned, reaching for his tentacle cock to help move it into her. Aethelred rose up on his arm and looked down at her. "I thought I would introduce something new this time," he said, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Like what?" Lizzie asked, intrigued. "Anal sex," he told her, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh, I don't know about that," Lizzie replied, cautiously. "I've tried it once and it was just painful. It didn't give me any pleasure," she remembered with a shudder. He smiled at her in a way that was almost tender. "Then it wasn't done right. It won't hurt the way I do it. I'll use one of my tentacles to loosen you up before I enter you with my second cock." Lizzie's eyes widened in shock. "Whoa, whoa, are you talking about double penetration?" she exclaimed. "How many cocks do you have?" "Yes, I am." His voice was very satisfied. "And I have three," he finished, looking at her. "Three! You must be popular with the ladies!" she chuckled. Aethelred nodded. "Yes, I am quite sought after among the Sluagh." He paused to stroke her face. "Some of the unseelie court have sought me out, too. You needn't fear any pain that's against your will." He winked. "So, double penetration, won't that hurt?" she asked him tentatively. "Not if I increase the width of my cocks gradually, like I did the last time. You'll have enough time to loosen up painlessly," he reassured her. "Ok, I trust you." she said. "Last time was amazing," He looked at her, then at himself, considering. "First I need to wash the tentacle I'm going to use on you," he informed her. "The bathroom is out in the hall and to the right." Aethelred got up from the bed and left. To keep herself aroused and ready, Lizzie moved her fingers to her clit and gently rubbed it until she started to moan softly. Soon, her unseelie lover returned and flowed up onto the bed once more. He had brought a towel with him. "Do you have any lube?" he asked. "Yes, in my bedside table drawer," Lizzie answered. She reached out, opened the drawer and pulled the tube of lubrication out and handed it to Aethelred, who squirted a generous dollop of it in his hand and then smeared it over the tip of a tentacle. "Now, you need to put a couple of pillows underneath your butt," he said. "When you reach ecstatic trance, you'll find it tiring to stand on all fours," he explained. "Lying on your back is best," he added. Lizzie nodded and put the pillows under her ass, and Athelred draped the towel over the pillows. "Why do you have me go into ecstatic trance?" she queried. "That is when I feed off your energies," he answered, looking at her intently. "Besides, Sarah had visions while in trance, maybe you have the gift, too." "Oh, ok," Lizzie said, happy with the explanation. "Can we do tentacle bondage again?" she asked eagerly. He laughed. "So eager, there's no distracting you from the pleasures, is there?" He gave her the impish smile."Of course we can, but first I need to cast the anti-pregnancy spell on you." "Do you have to do that each time?" she asked, a little impatiently. "I can cast a permanent anti-pregnancy spell on you," he answered. "That means, though, that you can't get pregnant by anyone else, either." "Well, it's not like I have any plans of getting pregnant in this life time," she said. "Why not?" he asked, tilting his head. "I have more than enough with having responsibility for myself and being an adult. I sometimes get deep depressions where I'm not able to function very well. I think I would be a poor mother," she explained. "I am sorry to hear that," he said. "Now, lie still while I cast the spell," he added. Aethelred drew a sigil with his finger on the lower part of her stomach, then sang a longer spell than last time. His voice was so deep and beautiful. Maybe one day she would ask him to sing for her. Again, the sigil flashed silver and seemed to sink into her stomach. "Ready?" he asked with a grin. "Ready!" she answered eagerly. She positioned herself as he'd told her and bent her knees. He snaked two tentacles up her legs and thighs and bound them together, spreading her thighs wide open, and then moving them up towards her stomach. One tentacle slithered around her arms and waist. It still thrilled her to be bound helpless and to be exposed in front of him. "I think my tits need a little more attention, so that I can become properly turned on again. Too much talk during sex is a bit of a turn off for me," she said with a teasing smile. "I'll remember that the next time," he grinned. He lowered himself over her and gave her breasts and nipples the attention they craved; letting his tentacle cock rub against her cunt again. After a few minutes of this, the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. "I'm ready now. I want you inside me," Lizzie gasped, her muscles clenched in anticipation. Aethelred rose until he sat on his tentacles by her feet. He slid his tentacle cock into the opening of her cunt; letting it slide in and out of her, slowly going deeper. The ridges on his cock felt wonderful, each time they stretched her opening. When the cock hit the bottom of her cunt, it stilled and began to throb with sexual energies which stimulated her pleasure spots and sent waves of pleasure into her. While it aroused her, it also relaxed her. Suddenly, she felt the tip of the tentacle poke at her ass. She relaxed and let the finger-wide tip enter. It slid slowly into her then out again repeatedly, each time a little deeper. She could feel herself being gently stretched each time the cock went further inside. It was a strange, but not unpleasant sensation. After a while, the tentacle slid out of her completely. It was replaced quickly by the tip of his second cock, which had its own natural lubrication and slid easily in. It moved slowly in and out, stretching her. When it had bottomed out, it too began to pulse with sexual energies, and Lizzie discovered to her surprise that she had three pleasure points up her ass. "Oh, this is amazing," she moaned. The cocks began to slowly expand. She loved the feeling of them growing thicker inside her, stretching and filling her up. The pleasure was so intense that it brought her to the edge of an orgasm, but not over; sliding her into an ecstatic trance. At first it was just pleasure and blackness, and then she saw a light that widened out so she could see herself standing in a great hall with a tall roof. The walls and roof seemed to be made out of black wood and the floors were made of stone. A dais stood at one end of the hall, with a black throne on it. She slid closer and saw that there was someone sitting on the throne. It was Aethelred! He was wearing a silver circlet with a beautiful red stone on the front and holding a great sword in his hands. The throne was carved of black wood and Lizzie could see skulls and tentacles carved into the high back. She slowly emerged from the vision and heard herself moaning in pleasure. "Please, let me come," she begged him, looking imploringly into his eyes. Aethered began to slide the tentacle cock in and out of her cunt; while his stomach tentacles which had little mouths fastened to her nipples and clit and began to suck. The cock in her ass continued to pulse with energy, stimulating her pleasure spots. The pleasure was more intense even than the last time and she came hard, seeing stars behind her eyelids. Waves of pleasure rolled over her body. He continued to touch and pleasure her and soon she came again. While less intense than before, it was still amazing. She could feel both of his cocks ejaculate within her and it made her happy that Athelred too had found his pleasure. Aethelred withdrew all his tentacles and lay down beside her, holding her while she came down from the high of the orgasms. "Wow! That was even more intense!" she panted, trying to catch her breath. "You are more sensitive than you know," he said, sounding smug. They lay beside each other, basking in the afterglow of orgasm, until Lizzie got up and put the pillows back at the head of the bed. Aethelred picked up the towel and wiped her juices and the lube from his tentacle with it, and then he dropped it on the floor. She lay down on her side again, facing Aethelred. He put and arm around her waist and wrapped his tentacles over her lower body like a warm, living blanket. "I had a vision while I was in ecstatic trance," she began, hesitantly. "Really?" he remarked. "Well, you were in ecstatic trance for an hour this time. The first time you managed half an hour. I was able to feed off you more slowly and mostly off your sexual energies rather than your life force, so you should feel less drained this time," he explained. "So, tell me about your vision," he prompted her. "I saw a large hall with walls and roof made out of back wood, and a stone floor." Lizzie paused, remembering the details. "There was a dais with a throne on it which was carved out of black wood with skulls and tentacles on the high back." Aethelred nodded, approvingly. "That is the throne of the king of the Sluagh" "I saw you sitting on the throne..." Lizzie trailed off, wondering. "Are you the king of the Sluagh?" "Well, yes, I am." He gave her a smile so casual it was as if she'd asked him if he liked to eat. Lizzie gaped in surprise and awe. "Shouldn't you be busy running your kingdom, then? Instead of being with me?" "Since it's winter now, the court of the Sluagh isn't so busy." he told her, clearly happy in her interest. "It gets busy during summer, when there are border skirmishes between the Summer court and the Winter court over disputed land." His voice and eyes grew serious at this. "Why aren't you busy during winter?" she asked, eager to know more. "The Winter court is at its strongest then." he replied, softly. "They can hold their own during the skirmishes when the Summer court is at its weakest and don't attack by force, so the Sluagh aren't needed," he explained. He paused, and asked her: "So what do you do, when you're not in bed with me?" "I work as a librarian at the special collections as the university library," she told him, smiling. "It's a nice, quiet job in the basement. We have a lot of old books and it's mostly professors and master students who use the collections. I like that there aren't too many people each day. Gives me more time to read." She looked at him and was surprised to see how interested he genuinely seemed. "I've learned to read several types of old fashioned hand-writing, so I can aid the users." she told him proudly. "We have some beautifully illustrated manuscripts. Other than reading I also like to paint, draw and knit." "I, too, like to read." he said, to her surprise. "When there were open portals between your realm and Faerie, I used to go to towns and buy some of your books to bring home with me. I have a nice collection of illustrated manuscripts and some scrolls, too." "How were you able to go to towns?" Lizzie asked him, amazed. "Didn't someone see your tentacles? Or your pointy ears?" "I used my faerie glamour to make myself look like a mortal," he answered. "Hey, maybe I could get you some books, if you're interested?" Lizzie suggested, brightly. "What do you like to read?" "I like to read crime and mysteries, as well as tales of travel to foreign lands," he replied, interest lighting his eyes. "I'll see what I can find," she told him. After a pause, she asked: "So, how long have you been a king?" "About 200 of your years. Time in Faerie moves differently than in your realm," he answered. "Are the tales true then, of people who are abducted and when they come back they find that a hundred years have passed?" "Yes, those tales are true." "How did you become the king?" she asked. "I killed my father in a duel," he answered, his voice becoming cold and hard. "Why did you duel?" Lizzie was almost afraid to ask, but he didn't seem to be angry with her. "We duelled over my mother." Aethelred spat out angrily. "My father Aethelstan held her hostage and abused her. She was an envoy from the unseelie court that had come to order my father to appear before queen Mab. He didn't like being ordered around." He paused and his eyes glittered in anger. "To understand my father you have to know his history. He was once a beautiful mortal who the queen took a fancy to, so she lured him into Faerie to become her lover. He couldn't keep up with her fierce libido, so she ordered her sorcerers to come up with a solution. They experimented on my father and turned him into a tentacle monster with three cocks. The queen was thrilled, while my father was horrified at his looks, for it meant that he could no longer return to his own realm. He was her favourite for a long time and the magic turned him half faerie, so his lifespan was greatly expanded." He paused and his eyes grew distant. "Then he discovered that he could both give and take energies with his tentacle cocks, and he began to feed off queen Mab. He also discovered that he could cast glamours, and he glamoured the queen into becoming a sex addict. She became listless and uninterested in her dealings with the court. Her advisors worried about her, and noticed that she only seemed interested in having sex with my father. The advisors had him imprisoned while they tried to reason with queen Mab. At first she was furious that she was denied her daily pleasure; but then the glamour broke and she realised that she had been under my father's spell. She was furious with him and banished him to the Shadowlands where he joined the Sluagh. They were considered monsters by the rest of the unseelie host, so my father fit in well. He became a bitter man though, at being denied the pleasure and luxuries of the unseelie court, and never being able to return to his own realm." Aethelred's voice faltered as if it was difficult for him to continue. Grandaunt Sarah's Grimoire Ch. 02 "The Sluagh train from when they are children in armed combat and battle magic, and my father became proficient in both. The king of the time was very old and started to fade, as faeries do when they become tired of living. My father challenged the king to armed combat and won the crown for himself. He ruled for several centuries and allowed the Sluagh to fight alongside the unseelie host, though he never again went to queen Mab's court, and she never tried to summon him, until one day..." He trailed off, his eyes still staring into space. "Athelred," Lizzie interrupted gently, yawning, "I think you'll have to continue your story next time. I'm very sleepy now." Her voice was filled with regret. "But, of course," he said, with a soft smile. "I have brought you a gift, though. Moonflower tea. It will help you open up your energetic channels better than mugwort and will help you be less drained after spell casting, because you do spend significant energy casting the summoning spell." "Oh, thank you!" she exclaimed in surprise. "That's so sweet of you." "I'll leave it on your bedside table." "Oh, by the way," he added, "if you have your period next Saturday, you mustn't try to summon me. Your energies will be out of alignment, and you risk getting severe cramps and heavier bleeding and feeling more fatigued. You can try lesser spells, though." "Well, I don't much feel like sex when I'm having my period anyways," she said. He moved forward to kiss her gently, and then he got up and put on his long coat. He pulled a satchel out of his pocket and placed it on the bedside table. Leaning down, he kissed her again, and then said: "Until next time, then, Lizzie. And sweet dreams." "Until next time, Red," Lizzie replied sleepily, and yawned. He left the room and Lizzie pulled the duvet up over herself and went to sleep.