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Summoning

By: masterdavid1965



It had been my intention to give the ring to her on her birthday.

As I sat in my car across from the suburban house, I could sense them inside – the kinky ones, with their minds on giving or receiving pain for pleasure. I had been among them before, dishing out punishment to my lover/best friend Sara, showing our little intimacies and discoveries to an appreciative audience.

Now she was inside receiving the same attention from someone else…and I wasn’t going to stand for it.

As I walked down the driveway, I again marveled at how innocuous the house looked, nestled in amongst its neighbors. I wondered if anyone in those houses to the left or right of my destination knew what went on inside…or if, wrapped in their own cocoon of middle-class existence, the just waved off the monthly get-togethers as some type of social club. Not knowing that, right this minute, inside a soundproofed room that had formerly been a garage, a woman was hanging from her wrists, blindfolded and gagged, while a man dressed in Chinese silk flailed her with a leather flogger.

I wondered if they would even care?

She had always like things tinged with gothic or occult trappings. Several times we had visited the occult bookstore in the old pedestrian mall, browsing the titles, taking in the collection of “spells” and “charms” that made up the magic section of the shop.

 I had been browsing that day, intent on finding something she would love for her birthday. She generally liked silver jewelry, with charms or inlay suggesting natural or magical bent. I had been through several jewelry stores looking for something that I thought would catch her fancy, but it all seemed generic, plodding…uninspired.

 On a whim, I decided to stop into the occult place, thinking maybe they had gotten in something new that she hadn’t had a chance to see yet.

 The old guy who usually worked at the counter was apparently taking the afternoon off. In his place stood a very, VERY old lady, cronish in appearance – wrinkled, shrunken, wrapped in a knitted scarf she wore over her head and around her shoulders. His mother, perhaps? She didn’t say anything to me as I began to look through the various silver chains and charms that lined the counter near the front of the store.

The screen door was shut and locked, as was normal for the group – there was no sense in letting some denizen of the vanilla world wander into the lair unaccompanied on a meeting night. I stood there pondering whether or not to use my powers to let myself in, but only a moment went by before the front door opened and someone emerged, quickly closing the door behind him. As he moved to light a cigarette, I raised my hand and knocked on the wood frame. He turned to peer through the shadows toward the screen; the fire at the end of the cigarette was the only thing completely visible in the darkness as he took a drag, then let out a lungful of smoke.

“You shouldn’t be here, Daniel,” came the voice in the darkness.

“Especially not tonight.”

Unlike Sara, I have never been a big believer in the occult. I was the science fiction stalwart, believing that technology was both the bane and the boon of man. I was the typical computer-phile, ooing and ahhing over advanced hardware and new versions of software, purchasing new peripherals and teaching myself how to use programs without reading the reference guides. I was the one who wrote the cautionary tales of technology gone wrong, with twisting Twilight Zone endings. I was the one that believed that the more advanced the science, the more akin to magic it would seem.

 She, on the other hand, loved fantasy fiction and stories of the occult. She believed in homeopathy and Wiccanism and the power of white magic. She liked blood and knives and cutting and piercing. When she wrote, she wrote tales of her life, thinly hidden behind a name change here and there. Tales of submission, of stripping, of sex. Dramatizations of things that had happened, or things she wished would happen.

 It was the irony of our relationship, I suppose – the feet-on-the-ground realist who wrote fantasies based on fact, and the white-magic submissive whose stories always seemed to encompass something from her own life, just glossed over a bit.

 Still, she and I were exploring new depths together…and I loved her. So I wanted something as a gift that showed how much I could appreciate her passions. But none of the jewelry in the shop seemed to match what was in my head – not so much an image, but a feeling that I would know what I was looking for when I held it in my hands. None of the jewelry there met that requirement, so I turned to go.

“I am here. I am a member of this group. Open the door.”

The man moved from the shadows, walking down the stairs and into the light by the door. As I had thought, it was Gerry, the owner of the house, sneaking outside to sneak a smoke while everyone else was occupied. Gerry, who everyone called “Fatfuck” behind his back, because everyone knew that he had been skimming the membership dues and monthly meeting fees for things aside from new toys for the dungeon or snacks for the monthly meets. If it weren’t for the fellowship that the others shared, and that he had a ready-made dungeon available for use, the members of “his” group would already have walked out and gone looking elsewhere.

“Ramon wouldn’t like it. And I don’t want any fights in my house. I’m not opening the door.”

I looked closely through the screen at the man whom I probably detested just a bit less than Ramon. A man who didn’t need the money he skimmed from the members of our group, but took it anyway because he felt he was “entitled.”

I wouldn’t feel bad crushing him under my boot like a bug.

The old lady caught my hand before I could walk out the door.

 “You want to buy something special for someone, yes?” she asked in a thick European accent.

 “Yes. My girl’s birthday is coming up, and I’d like to give her something…extraordinary.”

 The old lady looked at me intently, her brown eyes apparently looking for something in my manner. I felt like she was looking right through me, reading me like one of the books in the store. “May I read your palm?” Unable to look away, I simply nodded my head.

 She traced a finger across my palm, but unlike the palm readers I’d grown used to seeing on carnival midways or beach boardwalks, she didn’t talk about lifelines or spout vague clichés. “You are in love. The woman is very sexual, but likes to kneel at your feet. You enjoy giving her what she wants, but wonder if you are exactly the right fit for her needs.”

 True enough. Her passion for needles and cutting and blood were not high on my list of enjoyable activities, but they pushed her over the edge into huge orgasms whenever we did them together. Still, her desire to cut her own body sometimes gave me pause.

 “You wish she would tell you that she loves you, but she is holding back.”

 Again, true enough. Sara had never returned the “I love you” that I had said repeatedly over the course of the months we had been together. I had fallen for her quickly and completely, but she had been hurt repeatedly, and refused to fall into what she termed “the trap of love” before she was ready.

 “You care more for others than you do yourself. Your own misery means nothing as long as those you love are doing well. You do not desire money or power to elevate yourself, but only to care for those who need your help.”

 Perhaps. I was easy to be friendly with, but hard to befriend. Those that got close enough and hung around got pretty much whatever they needed, when and if I had it. My family always came first…then my friends. To me, Sara was now a part of my family, and I wanted to care for her completely and totally.

 “You are an odd combination of traits…dominant but romantic, creative but grounded, sympathetic but always needing to be in control. You understand the consequences of power because, in your mind, you have concluded that ultimate power ultimately destroys the one who wields it.” With that, she let go of my hand, apparently satisfied with what she had read. Then she reached under the counter and brought out a jewelry box.

 “I think that this is what you seek.” She gestured for me to open it.

 Inside the box on black silk lay what was obviously a man’s ring. It was ornate silver, with some type of runes and symbols carved around the length of the band. More runes were fashioned in a circle around the stone set in the ring’s center…a stone so black that it seemed to suck in the room’s light, making the whole place dimmer. It was heavy in my hand, but holding it there, I could see it in my mind’s eye, perhaps on a silver chain around Sara’s neck.

 It matched exactly with what I had seen in my mind’s eye.

 “How much?” I asked eagerly, wanting to secure my prize before it could be snatched away from me.

 The old woman looked at me intensely again, immobilizing me with her iron glare. “The Ring of Solomon has no price, young one! It is immortal, priceless! It cannot be reckoned in terms of mere money!”

 “Oh.” Thinking that meant the ring wasn’t for sale, I placed it back in the box and slid it across the counter. “Well, thank you for showing it to me.” I turned to go.

 “Daniel,” she said softly. When I turned to face her, her eyes had softened noticeably. “I said that its value could not be reckoned in terms of money. But it can be given outright to one who will care for it properly.

 “And I choose to give it to you.” She slid the ring back across the counter toward me.

 “What’s the catch?” I could visualize me walking out of the store, then being arrested somewhere in the mall, as the old lady laughed her ass off.

 “Catch? There is no catch, as you say.” She leaned over the counter to grip my hand. “Should you ever choose to use the ring, Daniel, the cost to you may be tremendous. Keep it safe.” With that she sank back onto her stool, dismissing me with her eyes.

 Deciding that she meant it, I picked up the box and put it in my pocket, and walked quickly from the store before she could change her mind.

 Two weeks later, as I was walking with Sara through the mall, we both were disappointed when we reached the shop and found a sign on the door that said “Gone Out of Business.”

“I’ll ask you one more time, Gerry. Open the door.”

He turned to walk away, shaking his head and not saying a word.

At my thought, the stone in the ring on my left hand began generating an intense power. Tapping into that power, I extended my senses outward, until I touched Gerry’s mind with my own. He immediately stopped moving, his muscles locked into place. Then, like an automaton, he turned around stiffly and began shuffling back toward the door. His fingers fumbled briefly at the latch before it flopped loosely against the wood of the door, and he opened it wide to admit me.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I asked as I smiled maliciously down at his rotund form. Gerry couldn’t answer, as he was locked into place by the force of my mental grip on his mind and body. He simply stared straight-ahead, empty of all thoughts and feelings not emanating from me.

“I’ve always wondered, Gerry…why do you rip off the people in this group? You don’t mind if I rummage around a bit in that head of yours, do you?” Even as I said it, I was already diving into his mind.

Having practiced on various people for the last few weeks, it wasn’t strange to be rooting around in Gerry’s head. Once I got past the surface thoughts (a mixture of “Whatthefuck?” and “Why can’t this guy just leave?”), it was a simple matter to plumb the shallows of his mind to find what I knew was always there.

Gerry was insecure.

A supposed dominant male, Gerry lived in fear of losing control of all manner of things…his wife, his fetish group, his job. He lived to avoid confrontation, which is why he married someone who would accept his controlling nature without protest. Surprisingly enough, Gerry really did love his wife, mainly because he was grateful she put up with him. And he skimmed because…it excited him. It excited him to know that all the people in the group knew he was taking money, and they didn’t challenge him. So he would go on doing it until someone stepped forward and made him stop.

It made him feel like a big man.

I dug deeper into Gerry’s mind, watching certain scenes replay themselves, looking for…’now that’s interesting,’ I thought.

At every gathering, Gerry had a small television set up in the dining room, playing a variety of scenes from other people’s fetish libraries. In Gerry’s mind, I could see how much the supposed dominant was turned on by scenes in which a Mistress had outfitted a submissive in tight latex, with nothing but air holes for breathing. Then the Domme would walk over, beat, and fondle the man at her whim. For Gerry, the idea of being mummified and controlled was an absolute turn-on. And one he buried for fear of being seen as weak and submissive.

‘Oh, this is going to be so much fun, Gerry!’ I thought, withdrawing from all but that portion of his mind that kept the shorter man immobile. Then I mentally touched my power source again.

Concentrating, I imagined a thick black coat of latex bubbling from the ground under Gerry’s feet, covering them and continuing up Gerry’s legs. The rotund man was wearing only a loose robe, and was otherwise naked, so it was easy to look down and picture what I wanted to happen. Seconds later, latex was materializing from nowhere to cover the man’s feet and ankles. As I let my eyes wander up the man’s body, the latex advanced, sliding sinuously over the hairy flesh, leaving behind only the glossy shine of polished obsidian.

The fabric moved under the robe, not disturbing it except to make it bulge slightly as it passed underneath. I squeezed mentally, and Gerry stood at attention, his rigid pose helping the latex fit on his body with fewer wrinkles and bumps. When it reached Gerry’s neck, the liquid fabric split in three directions: continuing upward toward the head, and sliding down each arm toward the hands. Within moments, Gerry’s entire head was covered, except for an opening for each nostril. Moments later, his fingers and hands were covered, too.

I stepped back a pace to admire my work. Gerry was no longer in evidence. Instead, a fat latex-covered mannequin was standing at attention in front of me. Looking “it” over, I could see a few things I needed to change about my new creation. Again squeezing mentally, I started to tighten the latex around Gerry’s midsection, pulling his rather pronounced pot-belly inward until it at least had some sense of proportion with the rest of him. Then, concentrating on Gerry’s physiology, I aroused the latex statue’s penis. I had to shake my head when the fully extended cock reached only five inches. ‘That will never do,’ I thought, imagining something a little more fitting for the pompous, horse’s-arse of a man. The words “horse cock” echoed through my brain, and soon Gerry’s phallus extended out 24 inches from his crotch, and his balls, even though pressed against his body by the latex, looked like a pair of baseballs that were half visible in the shiny fabric. Last, but certainly not least, I had Gerry open his mouth, where latex molded and fit itself into a penis-gag, filling his mouth and threatening to lodge in the back of his throat.

‘Very nice,’ I though, looking at his newly created latex toy. “Now, Gerry, I’m going to make this very easy for you. You will stand there, unmoving, until someone comes out here to play with you. You are a mannequin, so you can’t move your own arms, legs, and head, but if someone moves you, you will hold whatever position they place you in. If they attach a leash to the rings set in your collar, you will follow them wherever they lead. You can feel anything that is done to you, especially to your now extremely sensitive cock. But no matter how close you come to orgasm, you cannot cum, at least, not until I say so. And, Gerry? While you will be mentally blocked from moving or talking, you will be aware of everything that happens to you while you are in your little suit.

“Whether you enjoy it or not is up to you.”

Having said my piece, I left Gerry alone on the screened porch, and walked up the steps and into the house.

 I never got the chance to give Sara the ring.

 Less than a month after we walked past the closed bookstore, she told me we were through. Not that I hadn’t had indications that things were going south.

 At the last play party we went to before the break-up, she spent almost no time with me. Instead, a newcomer by the name of Lord Ramon held most of her attention.

 Ramon was certainly a presence. Dressed in gold and black Chinese silk, he looked almost regal. His eyes were dark, and when he looked directly at you, you could feel him mentally dissecting you like a bug, then dismissing you. And, when he opened his mouth, fangs peeked out from underneath his upper lip.

 He was, without a doubt, a most disconcerting man.

 That evening, I had bound Sara’s hands, then hooked them to a chain in the ceiling, tightening it to the point that, if she lost her feet, her arms would take the weight and she wouldn’t move downward more than an inch or two. I then hooded and gagged her. Taking our favorite toy, a blue leather flogger, I began warming her up, lightly swatting her buttocks, her back, her breasts, and, occasionally, her clit. Each time she felt ready to move to the next level, she would lift one of her legs, like a horse pawing at the ground. And I would start moving faster and harder, striking alternately stinging, then thudding blows. As the strikes from the flogger intensified, so did her moans of pain and ecstasy. I continued around her, varying where I placed the blows, until, with a shudder, her knees buckled and she was left hanging from the ceiling.

 As I normally did, I stopped swinging the flogger and quietly ran my hands over the red marks left by my work. I ran my fingers between her legs, where the juices from her pussy were flowing down her legs in copious amounts. Slowly, she recovered her equilibrium, as I whispered encouraging words to her. Finally, when she was standing and in control again, I stepped back to resume my ministrations…

 There was a hand on my wrist. It belonged to Lord Ramon.

 “Would you mind if I played with your slut for a while? Perhaps I might even teach you something you didn’t know.”

 Before I could respond, Ramon had begun expertly flicking a single-tail whip along Sara’s back. Without the slightest hint of effort, he made light contact with whatever area he chose, the snap of the whip jolting Sara as it touched her. Around and around her body he went, slowly increasing the force he brought to bear, and with each increase, her cries of pain and passion intensified. Ramon stroked her, talked to her, told her when each blow was coming…and she responded to each stroke with loud cries that assailed me because I had never been able to generate such passion in her. He paused a moment in his whipping to attach a clothespin to each of her nipples. She writhed in agony, begging through her gag to have them removed…which he did by aiming very precise strikes with his whip that knocked each pin to the ground. He continued until Sara hung limply from her restraints, drool leaking from the corner of her gag, a few last blows getting no reaction at all. With that he discarded the whip and walked blithely out the door of the dungeon, leaving me to let Sara down and hold her while she recovered.


Summoning



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I poked my head outside the doorway to my dorm room, and scanned up and down.  The pale blue flames flickering along the walls were at their low nighttime level, but they shed enough light to see that the corridor was empty.  Heart thudding in my chest, I slipped out, and let the door slide silently shut.  I had an excuse prepared, if any of the people and things that patrolled the halls were to catch me, but it wouldn't bear much scrutiny, if the bag slung under my shoulder were searched.

Rationally speaking, I knew that I probably wouldn't get in that much trouble, even if I were caught.  My record was spotless, and my grades were near the top of my class.  The only teacher who gave me a hard time was that slimy one who taught potion-brewing, and that was only because our families had been feuding since before the school was founded.  

The logic didn't help my anxieties any.  I wasn't afraid of disciplinary action from the teachers as much as ridicule from my classmates.  Social graces had never come easily to me, and I didn't have a close circle of friends to protect me if I screwed up.  Getting caught would be a devastating blow to what little reputation I had.  

I breathed a sigh of relief as I tiptoed out of the residence hall, into the cool darkness of the quad.  I chanced a run between sculptures of famous alumni, out across the deserted street, to a heavy wooden door bound with green and silver.  The sign over the door read "Advanced Studies Classroom Building" but even the teachers called it "the Tower"; its heavy circular walls and narrow windows had served to contain many experiments gone awry over the years.  

I dug a key out of my pocket, and touched it to the brass lockplate in the center of the door.  I gritted my teeth at the piercing sound of the door's hinges, but it couldn't be helped.  I lunged inside as soon as the gap was wide enough, and shoved the door back against its latches.  Only after their metallic clanks finished echoing through the empty hallway did I breathe easily.

The wall sconces, normally dancing with magical flames, were dark.  I spoke a quick incantation, and a glowing sphere appeared in my hand.  I climbed three flights of stairs with a light tread, stopping finally at a heavy wooden door set in an elaborately sculpted arch.  Again, the door opened at the touch of my key, and I stepped through the door into darkness.  The sign over the door read "Summoning Room".  

The circular room beyond the door was featureless, except for a silver circle set into the stones of the floor.  I wasted no time in making preparations.  I set four pink candles at the cardinal points of the circle.  Lit, they multiplied the heavy shadows climbing the walls, jumping like capering demons.  I filled a small ceramic bowl with bits of charcoal, and a brown powder, lit it with a word and a pass of my hands, and let the sweet aromas of cinnamon, cloves, and ginger fill the room.  I set the brazier next to a bowl of white cubes that glittered in the flickering light.  

The last item in my pack was a pink, fuzzy sweater.  It had not been easy to obtain, but the formula for the summoning was clear; no substitutions.  I spread it out in the center of the circle, aligned perfectly with the candles, the incense, and the sugar.  I stood, stepped back to the edge of the circle, and opened my mouth to speak the incantation.

The words flowed, swirling and echoing in the confined space.  I watched, concentrating, as the sweater twitched, bunched, and finally rose into the air.  Smoky tendrils rising from the brazier twisted and bent, flowing at an angle to fill the soft, woolen garment.  One by one the sugar cubes rose from their bowl and danced, spinning in and out of the sweater.  The cloud of smoke grew thicker, taking on shape and opacity.  A bulb of smoke grew from the neck, and two more from the sleeves.  As the last of the smoke puffed from the dying embers, a pair of shapely legs formed, disappearing up under the wool.

Smooth, pale blue skin covered the creature called into being in the center of the room.  It filled out the sweater in a way that left no doubt it was female. 

"Who calls me from beyond the veil?"  Her full lips pronounced the words with a soft, breathy voice.  Large, cerulean eyes looked out from under a flowing crown of midnight blue hair.  

I took a deep breath, and drew myself to my full height.  "I am Eric Florian."

"What?  No titles of merit?  No certifications of power to convince me you deserve to command my service?  No tests, to be sure you didn't accidentally summon an imp, or worse, a succubus?"

"There's no point.  If I had made that mistake, and allowed an evil spirit into the circle, it wouldn't matter.  I would be lost."

"Then that's quite a risk you've taken, young sorcerer.  It must be a very important task you want me to perform."

"I want you to have sex with me."  I tried to make it sound matter-of-fact, but I could feel the sweat breaking out on my brow, on my palms.  

She turned her head and regarded the walls with familiarity.  A half-smile curled her lip.  "This is the Aqueleson Academy, is it not?"

"It is."

"And last I heard, Aqueleson has been co-ed since about sixteen ninety."

I felt my face go red.  "Yes."

"So why go to the risk and trouble to summon a lust elemental?  Why not just find a willing classmate and experiment?"

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be getting thick.  I coughed lightly.  "I'm, ah... better at summoning than I am at talking to girls."

"You're talking to me, and I'm the girliest girl you're likely to meet this side of Nirvana."

"Look, I don't want excuses, I just want to do it, okay?"

"Of course!  But more than anything, I want to please you, and to do that, I need to know why you summoned me."

"I want to know how to please a woman."

"And you're thinking that an encounter with me will give you confidence, and make it easier to seduce your classmates?"

"Yes."

"Very well, then.  I grant your... request."  She chuckled.  "Where would you like to hold this tutoring session, then?"

"I, ah... um..."

"You hadn't thought that far ahead.  No matter, I can help."  She pulled a pinch of fibers from the sweater, flicked it into the air, and a shower of pillows fell all about us, pink and white and red, piling up two and three deep around our ankles.  

She took my hand.  I don't know why I thought it would be cold; maybe it was the blue skin.  Her fingers were warm, and I shivered, as if I only noticed the evening chill when I felt true warmth.

"The secret," she said, moving closer, "is knowing when to move, and when to stay where you are. Never move suddenly."  Her mouth was so close I could feel the passage of her whispers on my lips.  "It's like a dance.  You must always be paying attention.  One movement flows from the one before, and into the next."  

My mouth suddenly seemed full of saliva.  I swallowed.  My breath felt hot and tight in my throat.  I shifted just enough to bring my lips to hers.  If her hands were warm, her mouth was an inferno.  She seemed made of heat.  We kissed.  She tasted sweetly of spice, and smoke.  

A moment, then she freed my mouth.  "Take the lead, Eric Florian."

It seemed the right thing to do, to put my arm around her back.  I pulled her into an embrace, and tasted her lips once again.  The warmth of her body seeped into me like hot cocoa on a chill January night, and I felt my heart pouding.  She turned her body slightly, pressing one breast into my chest, and sliding the other away from me, still kissing.  My hand found her ribs, under her arm, and then slid up to caress the side of her breast.  She pulled out of the kiss, and looked into my eyes.  "Yes," she said, "touch me.  This is why I'm here.  Don't rush, but don't hesitate."

I squeezed, and she put her hand over mine, intensifying the sensation.  I felt like the weave of the sweater would be embedded into my hand.  She was soft and pliable, just as I had imagined, and totally alien at the same time.  

"Firm, but not rough," she whispered, laying her head on my shoulder, "Find Balance."

I bent down and kissed her behind the ear, on her neck, and then in the hollow that lay just at the hollow of the sweater.  She sighed, and I heard just the slighted edge of mirth in it.

"I don't know how to dance," I whispered.

"You'd never know."  Her voice was a little breathless, and I took a little courage that my feeble attempts at pleasure were starting to have an effect.  She certainly was having an effect on me.

I ran my hand lower, and touched her thigh where the fabric ended.  She rotated back and towards my body again, and I found my hand brushing the lower extent of her derrière.  Her hands moved in the close confines between us, stroking my chest.  "I take my cues from you, and you take your cues from me.  Show me what you want, by doing it."

I felt a threshold pass, as I pushed the sweater up and caressed her naked cheeks.  Her muscles tensed under my fingers.  "Is that too much?"  I worried that I was going too fast.

"You're doing just fine."  She pushed my bathrobe over my shoulders, and I shrugged out of it, and let it fall.  The cold air on my back made my hair stand up, and I shivered.  At least I'd had the foresight not to do this fully dressed.

I pulled her body back to mine, clutching her close, and she wrapped her arms around me.  The sweater, so soft before, felt fibrous and uncomfortable on my chest.  Was it time?  I hesitated, but remembered her instructions and found my resolution.  I took the hem of the sweater in my hands, and slowly pulled it up.  As the weave passed over her head, she smiled, with what looked more than anything like pride.  The room warmed instantly.

"You learn quickly," she said.  "I can see why your conjuration was so skillfully cast."

As I lay down among the pillows, I admired her body, the body I had made fror her.  Aside from the blue cast to her skin, she seemed entirely human, her breasts were round and firm, tipped with sapphire nipples.  Her slim waist flared into wide, feminine hips that even to my virgin eyes, spoke a maturity almost akin to motherliness.  A thick mass of blue-black hair adorned her mound, yet concealing secrets.  My cock rose in salute to her beauty.

I offered an inviting hand and she took it, kneeling astride my legs.  My calves and ankles broke out in a sweat from the heat of her pussy.  It was actually happening!  Weeks of planning and scheming were finally coming to fruition.  The thrill of being there, of finally losing my virginity was a big rush all on its own, but to have successfully managed a professional-level conjuration gave me a huge boost, too.

She took my cock in her hand and stroked it lightly.  At her touch, the skin stretched, as the flesh beneath swelled further.  It felt like heaven.  Someone's hand was on my dick and it wasn't mine!  I closed my eyes, lay back on the pillows and breathed deep.  I didn't want this to end too quick.

"Hey lover," she said, gripping my rod more tightly, "Don't zone out on me here, you need to participate too."

I swallowed.  "Oh. Sorry."  I propped myself up on one arm, and stroked her hair.  She leaned in an kissed me again, nibbling my lips.  "You're doing fine.  Just remember to stay in the game."  She guided my hand from her head to her breast.  It felt full, full of promise, full of life.  I squeezed gently, exploring, and her nipple poked my palm insistently.  She rose, arching her back, bringing her breast up towards my mouth, and I kissed it.  Spice, and smoke.  I wondered what a real human nipple would taste like.

She sighed with contentment, and pushed closer.  She rubbed my cock harder.  I finally got the hint, and lowered my hand to her pussy, pushing through the thick bush of hair, seeking after treasure.  I marveled at what I found. Such intricacy, such delicacy.  I had to see.

I sat up closer, kissed her briefly.  "Lay back," I whispered.  She gave me a look that made me wonder whether she could read my mind, and complied, legs akimbo.  I knelt.  I touched.  I looked.  I licked.  Spice and smoke.  Her sigh transformed into a moan, and I felt her body tremble.  Such power!  I wanted more.  I redoubled my efforts, and was rewarded with sharp breaths, shaking thighs, and fingers running furiously through my hair.  She gasped, she groaned, and when climax took her, I was in awe.

 After a few minutes of recovery, she pushed me onto my back.  "My turn," she said, and lowered her mouth to my cock.  Her ministrations quickly revived it, and as she shifted to straddle me, she grinned.  "You have learned so quickly, I think you deserve a reward.  May I?"  She hovered less than an inch over my throbbing, virgin cock.

"Yes," I said, breathlessly, "Please do."

She smiled again, but a dark cast took her features, as her pussy quickly enveloped me.  The pleasure of the act, profound as it was, warred with horror as her body suddenly changed color, running through deep purples into shining blood red.  Her muscles thickened and swelled, her limbs lengthened, and when she clamped her huge, clawed hands around my upper arms, I found myself helpless under her increasing weight.  Her hair became a crown of flames rising above a pair of short, upturned horns.  Her breasts grew to an impossible size, tipped with sharp spikes that threatened to pierce my chest.  Heavy reptilian wings thrashed the air above us.

Succubus.

The formula I had obtained specifically warned that if the spell were botched, it could summon a demon instead of a more benevolent spirit.  I shook my head, horrified not only that I was about to lose my life and my soul, but I had made a mistake on the spell!  How was that possible?

"Rule number one of dealing with summoned creatures:" she said, her voice transformed into a hollow parody of sensuality, "Never give blanket permission for anything.  Rule number two: Never give your true name.  Rule number three: never buy shady rituals from conjurers with outdated credentials."  She leaned down and licked the tip of my nose with a forked tongue.  "Now, give me your seed, and complete your doom."

I closed my eyes to block the horror before me, to concentrate on not coming, to try to will my erection to subside, but the feel of her powerful pussy wrapped around my cock, pumping it, squeezing it, I was too close to the edge to stop.

I came.

I felt like my entire body was emptying into her, like her cunt was sucking me dry.  My head swam.  I felt sweat break out all over my body.  Darkness enfolded me.



When I came to, I was tied to a post, still naked, in the center of a dark, circular room.  I recognized it as the basement of the very tower where I had cast my ritual.  As my eyes regained focus, and became adjusted to the gloom, I made out the shape of the succubus.  Laid out before her, a girl was bound, naked and spreadeagled, to a table.  I recognized her.  Kathy Shurik sat behind me in several of my classes.  She moaned softly into her gag, and tugged at her bonds.

"Erik Florian," said the succubus, "I seem to have come into quite a stroke of luck tonight.  Not only have I been summoned by you,but by this young lady as well."  Kathy turned to look at me, her eyes full of shame and fear.  "As you will no doubt remember from your lecture on sex magic, succubi use the semen we take from young warlocks, process it, and use it to impregnate nubile witches such as Kathy here with demon spawn.  Since you were so kind as to provide the means, I thought I might give you the honor of witnessing the result."

Kathy's eyes pleaded for me to do something.  I struggled against the ropes.  "No, please!" I said, "Take me instead!"  This nightmare was my fault, and I wasn't going to let Kathy be raped by a demon for it.

"Such noble spirit," she said, "You do your family justice, Eric Florian.  I shall be sure to tell them you were a gallant gentleman right to the end."  With one clawed hand, she massaged her distended pussy lips, and from between her fingers, a long, thick cock emerged.  "Watch closely."  She turned, and swung the foul organ to bear on Kathy's exposed pussy.

I closed my eyes, and searched my memory for an incantation that would dispel the creature.  It is a truth of conjuration that the dismissal is always the most difficult part, but I had to try.  Summoning all my concentration, I spoke, trying to keep the syllables straight, trying to keep my shaking voice steady.    After I had repeated the incantation three times, I began to feel fingers working at the knots that held me in place.

I opened my eyes, and the succubus was gone, replaced by the petite, blue-haired spirit I had originally summoned.  "Nice recovery, Eric Florian."

Behind her, Kathy Shorik was wrapping a bathrobe around her body, doing her best not to look at my nakedness.  

"What... happened?"  I was confused, to say the least.

"You didn't summon a lust elemental," explained Kathy, "You summoned the guardian spirit of the school.  There's an enchantment on the place that redirects any risky conjurations to her, instead.  I found that out two nights ago when I tried to summon a lust elemental of my own.  She came to me, while you were unconscious, and asked me to help put you through the same wringer I had already been through."

The spirit smiled up at me.  "Works, doesn't it?  This is all staged, but out there, outside the grounds, this kind of conjuration is very risky."

I let out a relieved breath.  The ropes fell away, and the spirit handed me my bathrobe.  "You've learned your lesson, I trust?"

"Yes.  Yes I have."

"Good.  Now if you will excuse me, I have duties to attend to."

"Ah, so, uhm... walk you back to your dorm?"

She smiled shyly.  "Yeah, eventually.  Um... did you... learn anything?"

"I learned that there's a really pretty woman in my potion-brewing practicum who's interested enough in sex to risk her mortal soul.  You?"

Her smile broadened, and she looked up into my eyes.  

Oh, yeah.  

Eventually.



Summoning the Demon



It is the little things that capture the imagination. The devil - the horny little devil - is in the detail. My eye is always drawn to the smaller picture. You can keep your supermodel looks and your Harvard MBAs, I'm far more likely to be drawn to a nicely turned ankle, the shape of a bra through a top, or a skirt curving neatly and snugly around an ass. Once noticed, those details gnaw away at my imagination, like a dog with a bone, leaving me - almost - helpless before the power of my own eroticism. Even the word wicked - now here's a clue for ya, if you want one - in an e-mail can be enough to set the pulse on a little dance. What's she thinking, what does she mean, how should I reply, she's feeling horny, to write that, hot to trot...

And I am captive. Sex is wonderful, beautiful, the supreme moment in any day, but is it right for me to be its slave? I have a responsible job, can I really afford to pull my chair in close to my desk, slide low in my chair, tease my skirt up my thighs and slip my hand inside my knickers, feeling the wetness of my pussy, just because a temp bent forward a little too far, or my most recent correspondent on Hotmail (now there's an appropriate name) told me what she was thinking or doing last night when she came? Steel chains couldn't hold and possess me more completely.

My resistance is weakest when it comes to my preference, my obsession. My perversion. I have been in the UK some years now, and I've decided that it is an English English word that describes what I like, what I crave, the most. The epicenter of the earthquake zone that is my sexual imagination, almost my sexual life, is a simple three letters that can be used quite innocuously in the grandest of company. But it has the power to thrill me to the very core.

****

"Of course in Rome, all they try to do is grab your bum." The voice was cut glass, the perfect product of the English public school. (By which they mean private school, by the way. No I don't understand either). The speaker, enjoying her Gap year (no I can't help on that one, either, but I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with the clothing store), was eighteen or so, long blonde hair, and just graduated from said school. The bum in question - I risked stealing a quick peek - well, although it was covered by a sweet little blue silk number, I could tell the Romans got that one right. Seeing the way it swelled away from the slimness of her lower back, the hemline of her dress reaching midway down to her knees, as far as I was concerned grabbing was nothing, what this bum really needed was a full-on Samantha inspection, me kneeling behind her, reaching up...

Somewhere in the house, a bell sounded. Oh yes, the ceremony.

***

Sitting somewhere near the back, I tried to spot her. It didn't take long, the combination of blonde on blue was striking. The question on my mind, stupid really, I knew that, was "is she with somebody?"

She was talking to a guy on her left, leaning in, but that was probably just because everyone was trying to keep their voices down. Or because he was her boyfriend. Or because they liked each other, and at some point in the day they were going to get it on together. Shit.

***

I barely took in the ceremony. I'm sorry, but who really gives a fuck? I mean, how many marriages end in divorce? Tom had been married before, we all knew that, who was to say this would work out any better? It was nice to spend a weekend in a nice English house in the nice English countryside, but I, for one, was taking all this commitment and vows stuff with a whole cellar-full of salt.

Besides, I had better things to think of. My close observation had persuaded me that the Girl and the boy were not an item, nor were they going to be. His teeth were too big for a start. Which, theoretically, left the field open to me. Now I was fully aware of the likely outcome of the day's chase. 

I may be sexy, pretty, seductive, hot and horny (yeah those are the kind of compliments that ring in the ears) but I knew damn well that an eighteen year old high-school graduate does not go to weddings looking to make out with twenty-nine year old American ladies. You won't find that happening in any films starring Hugh Grant. But just once in a while all the right buttons get pushed and, before you know it, and yo everyone's amazement, you're in the sack.

So there was just enough hope to let my mind wander. My eyes may have been open, but my imagination was in a completely different place altogether. As we'd walked in to the ceremony, me a convenient couple of feet behind, I was sure I'd picked out a couple of interesting details. First, she was wearing panties, not a thong. Probably worried what would happen when the dancing got going in a dress so short. Second, she had on a garter belt and stockings. That figured. Just out of school, she probably thought they were classy and sexy not uncomfortable and damn obvious.

So as the "I love you"s droned on, I let my mind slip. It was more a collage than a fantasy. The Girl, standing facing away, fingers toying nervously with her hem, lifting the dress, the smoothness of her thighs, and then the pert flesh of her bum, barely covered by the blue lace of her knickers. (I figured she'd have something matching and frilly). Those knickers coming down, revealing the bare flesh of that pretty young ass.

Despite the people around me, and the marriage ceremony less than thirty feet away, I could feel the familiar warm wet heat between my legs. I crossed my legs, then uncrossed them, fidgeting as my arousal increased with my fantasy.

Her hands, pulling her cheeks open for me, her head turned to one side as she wondered curiously, anxiously, why was I so interested in her bum? I tried to picture her asshole, so rudely exposed to me. How would it look, smell, taste, feel on the end of my tongue?

The ceremony was still going on. If they didn't hurry up and get married soon I would have to up and out somewhere private, my fingers teasing my poor throbbing clit to a desperate climax.

Then, the wedding service was over, people were standing up, and despite the dampness in my panties I was forced to return to reality. My mind was set, though. I was going to try to seduce her.

***

I won't bore you with the meal. The Girl and me were sat at different tables, and at mine the discussion mainly revolved around "hunting". In England that means chasing a fox(?!), and I'm afraid I may have slightly damaged transatlantic relations by my references to high velocity rifles and endangered species. Whatever.

So it was early evening before I could make my way over to her. The guy with the big teeth was still hanging around, but all the body language was going against him. He was actually a help to me, because it seemed all the other people she presumably knew were giving them a clear run at it.

"Hi," I said, "we weren't introduced earlier. I'm Samantha."

I wasn't sure she remembered me standing by during the earlier conversation, but cool as a cucumber she put out a hand. "Sarah." We both ignored Goofy.

"I so loved hearing you talking about Rome," I said. "It's such a beautiful city. Did you get to the Pantheon?" We were off.

***

There is a technique, that I think I have quite polished, of shifting a conversation imperceptibly into more intimate areas. I could say "I know what you mean about the men, they were all over my ass," we would laugh knowingly about having our bottoms fondled, and then I'd continue, leaning in, "but so good looking. And they don't disappoint, either." And to see the uncertainty of her reaction, and I knew - so she didn't put out in Rome.

We moved quickly to an easy, relaxed closeness, enough for Goofy to wander quietly off and anyone else to realize that joining in this conversation probably wasn't a starter.

There was a band playing, loud, not very good, but it was another plus for me, because the only way Sarah and I could talk was by leaning in and almost breathing into each others' ears. Sexy and intimate, but limited, so after a while I suggested we take a walk outside.

That was a make or break time. If she was worried about being monopolized, now was the time to make some polite excuses and scoot out of there. No. "Fine." I'm guessing she suspected I was coming on to her, and I'm guessing that, for the moment at least, that was fine too.

There was a bench outside partly lit by one of the windows. Now I like to think I can charm and seduce, but I'm not stupid. If Sarah had been a 100% died-in-the-wool hetero girl, no way she'd still have been there. Somewhere along the line I could only imagine that the possibility of a little Sapphic dabbling had appealed. Maybe just arousal in the changing room after sport, or an innocuous daydream about a friend that inexplicably turned bluer, but enough to plant a seed that would grow to the possibility, the potential, now, to think "Well I don't care if this yank is seducing me. Doesn't mean we have to do anything. And it's always nice to be flattered."

That said, I knew I had to be careful how I went at it from here. I was guessing that, however interested Sarah was in fucking me, at least part of her wasn't ready to admit that yet. I needed to follow an indirect path into her knickers.

My route was sex. Conspiratorially, maybe like big sister to little sister, I confided my experiences in Rome. Sucking off this guy, him being too rough, forcing my head down, wanting me to deep throat him when I didn't know how. (Yeah, right).

Course Sarah didn't know how either, so I explained how to practice, and I was sure she must be getting off on hearing me talk about such sexy things.

I have a feeling, maybe I'm wrong, that even when I talk about sex, I don't come across like a nymphomaniac, the kind of slightly crazed woman that sends off all the wrong signals. I'd like to think I just seem like an enthusiast for fucking in all its shapes and forms. That was the line I eventually used on Sarah, anyway.

She smiled, a little bitterly, perhaps. "Well you're the opposite of me then."

"You don't like sex?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly. I haven't done much, it's true." I glanced quickly down at her legs, smooth and tanned from all that Mediterranean sun.

"You're a pretty girl," I said, knowing the compliment was safe. "You must get plenty of offers."

"Oh yes. But...I just don't get excited. I mean, the prospect...I don't know why, but it just doesn't appeal."

My heart was beating faster. I felt like a leopard circling for the kill. "That's a shame," I said. "I've had some moments when..." I struggled for the words, "...it's like an explosion into wonder. Every fiber of your body is pure, electric, sexual pleasure. And once you've been there, it stays with you. You can almost summon it at will. Like a demon."

And then Sarah looked at me, her eyes serious, but yearning. "How?"

***

Like most of the guests, I had a room in the house where the reception was being held. Big house. Big wedding. On our way up I'd swiped a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses. No-one noticed or cared - the place was swilling in Krug.

We hadn't kissed, or fondled, or anything. There was just an understanding that I would explain to Sarah how to summon the demon. For all I knew she thought I had a self-help book tucked under the pillow.

"You've got to trust me on this," I said. We were sitting on the couch in my room, a slightly respectable distance apart. "I think sometimes I felt a little like you. You're a Catholic too, right?"

Sarah looked amazed. "That's right, how did you know?"

"Just a wild, educated guess. You give the impression you can't separate sex from guilt. Each time your body gets excited, your mind gets scared. You need to be comfortable with your body. It's a beautiful body," I said, resting my hand lightly, almost innocently, on Sarah's knee, "why don't you show me it?"

She didn't move. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound both kind and dominant. "I mean, we're not here to talk about the Coliseum, are we?" Sarah shook her head. My hand was still on her knee.

"I didn't really expect..." She trailed off. God, I didn't want her going cold on me now.

"Isn't that what's exciting?" I asked. "You didn't expect this? To end up in a hotel suite with a horny American who's dying to show you every inch of screaming ecstasy? What you expected was fending off a guy like Goofy," - I was pleased to see her laugh at this - "and maybe if you got really bored treat him to a drunken kiss. No wonder sex isn't exciting." I was getting flustered. So close, the thought of her getting away was criminal. "Okay," I said, still talking too quickly, "how about I go first? Show you how much fun a girl can have without any help at all. Then make up your mind." It was a break from my normal routine, but the thought of bringing myself off in front of Sarah was appealing in its own right, let alone the chance it might have to get my hands on her.

She still just sat there, which I treated as an assent. I was going to wander over to the bed, then figured there was maybe enough room on the couch. My dress, which maybe I should have mentioned before, was a simple peachy gold number by Versace. (Well Giorgio needs a break sometime). A little longer than Sarah's, just above the knee. I slid round a bit, resting my back against the arm rest, so I was facing Sarah down the couch, and in a simple, natural move, lifted the hem up to my waist, like we were nine years old and playing nurses and nurses.

I could see Sarah wasn't sure what to do - get the hell out or settle in for the display. So she just sat there, I suppose you could describe it as transfixed. I've said already, I'm no fool, and I knew exposing my bare pussy to Sarah would probably have been too much. So only opening my knees a little bit, I slid my left hand inside the lacy peach panties, brushing through my hair and slipping the tips of a couple of fingers along my slit. I was so wet already.

Well clever old Sam, the sight of a slim long legged yank frigging inside her knickers was something Sarah could not only handle, but positively had to see. When I felt those eyes drop between my legs I felt a new flood of wetness, and I let my knees slip a little wider, encouraging Sarah to linger. At the same time I slipped the spaghetti straps off my shoulder. The dress had meant a bra wasn't possible, but I never really need one anyway, and I wanted to expose my nipples to Sarah, they have a certain chewy pencil like quality when I'm hot, and I was hot. Sure enough, curiosity drew Sarah's eyes up, and I gave them a couple of wicked little pinches just to show her that good sex wasn't all kisses and cuddles. Not that she would have any doubt if my plans for her succeeded. When she saw the way my nipples responded to my minor mistreatment Sarah's eyes narrowed, and my confidence that I was drawing her in increased.

By now my legs were probably at ninety degrees, my hand moving softly underneath the silk of my knickers, and it seemed time for me to move us on.

"Do you want to see?" I asked, my voice waveringly slightly in time with my frigging. Sarah nodded her head slightly. "Do you want me to take them off?" I asked again, as if I hadn't noticed, although I think she and I both knew it was exciting to vocalize it. She nodded again. "Do you want me to show you?" Her head was nodding continuously now, yes she wanted to see, she wanted me to show her. "Do you want to see my pussy, Sarah?" and this time, almost whispering, she mouthed "Yes".

I wasn't going to wait around, hang suspense, I whipped my knickers down, Sarah's gaze not moving, and then coyly dropped my knees, inviting her eyes down to my crotch. I stroked my inner thighs, teasing myself, occasionally drawing a finger along the slickness of my slit.

I was close, very close, maybe twenty seconds or so delicate teasing away from a lovely orgasm, but it wasn't about me. My frigging was only the means to an end. How best to move from my masturbation to the proper exploration of Sarah's body, meaning an intimate inspection of her pretty little ass?

I pulled my knees back, up towards my chest, knowing that in doing so I was bringing my asshole into view for the first time. Keeping one hand caressing my thighs and my pubic thatch, I slid a couple of fingers from my right hand further down, pressing them along the inner valleys of my butt cheeks. I could see a look of surprise on Sarah's face, just a hint, but I knew what she was thinking - "this is frigging, why is Sam touching her bum?"

I rubbed all around my asshole without actually touching it, my fingers encountering the slight stickiness I'd expected and hoped to find there. Then, slowly, I began to poke my index and middle fingers against my anus, tickling and prodding the crater. At the same time I began slight thrusts from my pelvis, and moaned some quiet little grunts.

This was deliberate. I love my ass, and the sensations it provides, but on a purely physical level my pussy, like, I'm sure, everyone else's provides a hundred times more sensual sensations. (Except when an ass is filled with something thick and fat, which is a different matter entirely). The stimulation for this type of anal sex is mental, not physical. But I wanted to convey to Sarah how erotic ass games could be for her, and the only way to do that was cheat.

I certainly had her attention, her eyes were fascinated as my fingers slowly disappeared into my bottom. Just to make sure I pulled my knees right back, ensuring my backside was fully, obscenely displayed. It was an extraordinary feeling, first knuckle, second, and then the knowledge that they were embedded all the way into my asshole.

Just a couple of strokes on my clit would have been enough, but the way Sarah was looking at my unusual wanking persuaded me I could risk a further brush with perversion. I drew the fingers out, and my bottom briefly felt horribly empty, until I replaced them with the last two fingers on my left hand, penetrating my asshole with less care and greater passion. That left my thumb free to brush around my clit, readying it for the moment that was so near at hand.

But the focus of the act was as Sarah watched my right hand move up my body, a quick nasty tweak on my nipples, and then I was sure she was thinking - "My God - she's moving her fingers to her face."

Although I was affecting not to look at her, I saw Sarah's mouth drop to a little O as I held my fingers to my nose, before tracing them softly along my lips. By now my bucking and moaning was a lot more intense, largely naturally as a result of my excitement. I was tempted to explain how good it was all feeling, but then remembered it was better to show not tell.

Slipping my fingers, fingers that had just been right up inside my tight dirty asshole, into my pouting mouth was the climax of my performance. Sure enough Sarah looked both shocked and enraptured, and that was enough for a couple of soft brushes with my thumb to tip me over, and I was thrusting and grunting to a nasty but overwhelming cum.

I lay there for a while, recovering, my eyes only partly focused on Sarah's confused but excited face. I'd wondered if, at some stage, she might have joined in, but I was relieved that everything had been centered on me. Her climaxing without my involvement might have marked the end of the evening for her. As it was we still had it all to do.

"Your turn," I murmured, all my erotic senses returning to a peak at the thought of what was coming up.

Sarah looked a little confused. Clearly she wasn't ready to try what I'd just done. Not that I wanted her to. "Come here," I said, indicating she should stand in front of me. "No, turn around." Like she should have known I wanted her to face away. "That's good. Now lift your dress up." Just a momentary second's hesitation and it was up and bunched around Sarah's waist. It seemed my demonstration had persuaded Sarah the only way to sexual bliss was by trusting me completely.




Summoning the Demon



Like I'd guessed, stockings, smooth long legs, nicely tanned from her Roman holiday, a garter belt, and a nice pair of cobalt blue panties with a lace trimming.

I could have cum a hundred times just staring at Sarah's bum in her underwear.

"Pull your panties down for me, Sarah." Again, barely even a second and she was reaching for the waistband, dropping her knickers down, exposing her naked ass to my sight.

What can I say? A beautiful, pert, teenaged bum. A nice curve away from the tops of her legs, and a bright white bikini mark contrasting with her tan, proving to me this sexy young lady's bottom didn't get shown to just anyone. And the dark secret slash of her ass crack, currently hiding everything I lusted after most desperately.

I was on the verge of asking Sarah to open wide, when a little piece of inspiration came to me. Like I said, the devil's in the detail. I slipped quickly down onto the floor, moving around Sarah and turning her as I went, until she was facing the couch and I was sitting sideways on the floor behind her bum.

"Pull off your dress," I said. Normally I like them half-dressed, but on this occasion I wanted Sarah to be able to have her hands free and also get a clear look at what was about to go on. "And your bra." Normally I'm not so bothered about breasts but Sarah was quite heavily endowed, which I found quite exciting for some reason. Whatever, they didn't distract me for long.

"Squat down for me honey," I commanded gently, "rest your arms against the couch." And she did, naked, and truly my cup was running over.

So she was squatting. You might call it the Indian squat, but for us gals it's more familiar as the position we adopt when we need the bathroom but there's no bathroom available. The toilet aspect wasn't what excited me (although on reflection there was something hot about this pretty young English girl in that pose in my room). What I liked was the way it opened her body, and how.

I kicked my legs back, so my body was flat along the floor, on my tummy, like I was a little girl watching cartoons. But I was a thirty-five year old inspecting the bum of an eighteen year old. In a final act of preparation, I reached for my bag and pulled out my vanity mirror, just a couple of inches across but big enough for my purposes. I slipped it onto the floor between Sarah's legs.

"Can you see?"

She looked down. "Yes." Spoken very quietly. What was I doing?

I moved my face close, just an inch or two away from where's Sarah's position separated her ass cheeks nicely, offering me a good clear view of everything I desired most. The white curves of her bum, sloping in towards her crack. The way her skin darkened near the anus, a muddy dirty sexy brown. The soft downy blonde hairs that circled her asshole. The exciting mystery of her hole, the little creases around the edge that wrinkled and winked at me. Knowing that this pretty young bum was at the end of a long busy day. Did Sarah know that too?

With my fingertips I teased her ass-hairs. Looking down I could see Sarah's eyes in the mirror. "Can you see that?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. I teased and I played, gently tugging them back and forth. From the sound of her breathing Sarah was enjoying it.

I moved my fingertips up, brushing them against the brown skin around her asshole. A little bit sticky. How far could I go?

"Are you a clean girl, Sarah?"

Her eyes lids looked heavy. "Yes." She was breathing very heavily now.

"I mean, are you a clean girl now?" Her eyes closed completely, and her beautiful breasts heaved with passion. She seemed unable to answer. "If I poked my tongue out," Sarah's eyes, now open again, widened completely, "and I licked your asshole, would I taste that you are a clean girl?"

She looked me in the eye. "No." I slipped my tongue between my lips and passed the tip over Sarah's ass-hairs. She trembled at the contact but didn't pull away.

"If I licked your butthole," I was circling around her anus with my lips as I spoke, the softest of caresses, "what would it be like?"

Her head dropped, the combination of shame and desperate excitement that I so loved. "Dirty," she sighed, surrendering to my perversion completely, "my bum's dirty." And then I was licking her asshole, slavering over her bum, trying uselessly to penetrate her tight virgin sphincter and loving my failure.

I wanted Sarah to come like this, with my tongue in her bum, but my own needs were growing desperate again. I guided her to kneel down, still snacking on her ass, but then urged her face down, down between my knees. Maybe she thought she was being invited to go down on my pussy, but I scooted my knees back like I had before, exposing my ass again but this time her face was just inches away.

I teased a fingertip around her clit, the wetness of her thighs told me my perversion had found a new convert. I pulled my face away from her bum long enough to beg "Lick my asshole, Sarah, please lick my ass." And I'm sure that she wanted to, that by then Samantha's dirty bum was as thrilling to her as hers was to me.

Then it was simple, although electric and breathless. They were my fingers on both our clits, giving me the chance to bring us together to the perfect ass-loving climax, and letting Sarah lick and suck and clean my hungry bottom.

It was everything I'd promised both of us, my mouth full of the flavor and the texture of Sarah's beautiful young bum and the feel of her frantic tonguing of my own behind. I could only imagine it was the same for her, and certainly the way she forced her ass back on my mouth told me she wanted it so bad. I took my cue from her climax, a violent spasming explosion that proved I had truly shown her the way. I responded automatically, uncontrolled, bucking my ass against her face as my climax shuddered through me.

We rolled onto our sides. There was a silence, I don't know how long. Then I saw Sarah was peeking at me under cover of her elbow. There was a sly little smile on her face. "Fuck," she murmured dreamily. "No Roman ever did anything like that for me."



Summoning The God



This, the latest in a succession of places to live; a library. An ex-library, to be more precise; an ex-primary school's children's library, to be exact. After I'd dusted it out and stacked the disassembled shelves in one corner, it looked quite presentable. 

I was lucky to get this place; after the school had closed, the main rooms were being rented out to clubs, the tiny gymnasium to sports groups; the library was the only room that wasn't laid out for meetings. The caretaker had been glad to hand the place over to me for fifty dollars a fortnight. Officially, he wasn't supposed to do this; the place wasn't zoned as residential, but he wasn't about to complain, being a hundred bucks a month richer, and no-one noticed that I was getting free power from the school's main supply, and (until someone started asking questions), three free phone lines. In the dead of night, I'd shifted a refrigerator in. 

There was an octagonal pit that had been a kind of class-reading area, which I'd filled with mattresses, pillows, cushions, blankets and continental quilts. It served as a bed. The place no longer smelled of dust and disuse. 

I'd arranged candles on nearly every horizontal surface, and late at night, I'd light them all and turn off the overhead neons. It gave the place a medieval atmosphere, like some old monastery. I walked over to the center of the room where I'd ripped up some of the dingy old carpet, revealing a patch of concrete about six meters across. Faint blue chalk marks drawn on the rough gray surface marked out the arcane symbol I'd found in the book, a rotten old almanac - one of many that Jerry had looted from the Vatican library shortly before he'd burned it to the ground. I knew why he'd given it to me; he knew that I was the only one game to try the summoning detailed within. 

For all that the work had been written in German-flavored Latin, I couldn't tell which particular faith had inspired this nameless book. I was reasonably certain it wasn't Hebraic or Carthaginian or Aramaic or Egyptian; it wasn't Celtic or Arabic or Druid, although some of the illustrations contained a few elements of the Horned God. I was thankful for the translations and annotations; I could recognize perhaps one word in ten of the original. 

I put on the thick metal-studded collar which had been anointed with musk oils; a thick D-ring at the back attached to a loop of leather with a two-foot length of metal chain. I started the CD player: Hybrid, by Brooks, Lanois and Eno, a sensual, rhythmic piece with a vaguely eastern air; then I arranged the incense at the quarters, sprinkled the powder in the burner and stood back as the gray smoke mushroomed out across the ceiling. It smelled rank, like animal fur after a rainstorm, simultaneously repellent and oddly seductive. I stood at the center of the cleared space, hefted the one-pound bag of pure heroin and hacked a hole in the bottom with the ritual knife. The white powder began falling to the floor in a three-hundred-dollar-a-gram dust storm. I grounded, centered, cleared my mind then filled my consciousness with the note, a bass F-sharp and began tracing out the symbol in heroin.

Once it was complete, I went over the pattern again and again until the bag was empty, then tossed it aside. I took off my loose robe (the cold metal chain brushing against my nipples), went to the center of the roughly elliptical form, raised the ritual knife and (I always felt embarrassed about this - what I imagined as the "performance-art" aspect of ceremonial magic) recalled the words. This was something of an experiment, really; the scribe who'd made the notes in the original book had mentioned that the effect was the same no matter what they chanted, as long as they said it with feeling. In keeping with the spirit of the original text, I went for a German invocation, using the words I'd first heard Blixa Bargeld declaiming at the Old Greek Theater: 

Meint Ihr Nicht: wir koennten untershcrieben Auf das und eins biz zwei prozent gehoeren Und tausende uns hoerig sind; 

I couldn't be sure if I had all the words correct, but, as the book said, it was the feeling rather than the text, and I'd found an odd fascination with the power in that invocation. Belatedly, I thought about the sense of the words, and realized that they might be appropriate after all. 

Very quickly, I felt it: the air was charged as if lightning was about to strike. I continued with the invocation, the words ringing out proudly in the silence. The air thickened as if someone had turned on an array of fog machines; I finished the speech, the guttural German syllables seeming to spark off my back teeth: 

... nur noch kleine kriese ziehen. Wir Koennten, aber - 

There was a pause, a silence disturbed only by a faint crackling sound coming from the incense burner; then a hand fell on my shoulder, a hand the size of a dinner plate. I turned in that direction, steeling myself for the sight of what I'd summoned... 

It wasn't Cernunnos, but it may as well have been. He was well over two meters tall, muscular, broad-shouldered, carbon-black hair gathered in a ponytail over one shoulder a contrast to his pale grayish skin. It was bound by a silver ring which was the only item of clothing he wore; his features stern, regal, the attitude of a king, or a God. Awed, I fell to my knees before him, which conveniently brought my face level with his crotch. The book had made mention of a demand for sexual favors, but using typically obscure Latin circumlocutions, so that it wasn't clear exactly what price this summoning would exact. He was obviously used to being paid homage, however; he smiled down at me tolerantly and brushed my face with his fingers as if acknowledging my worship. I became aware of the smell of his genitals, an intensified version of the scent from the brazier; it reminded me of deep forest air, of wet ground after a storm. It made my heart race. 

He spoke, then; soft bass words that sounded, to my untrained ear, like Welsh. A question; all I could do was peer up at him apologetically. He glanced around the room, taking in the CD player, the dead neon lights, the modern bookshelves and furniture, then smiled down at me again. I felt a surge of warmth every time his attention was turned to me, like having a spotlight turned on you, like the smile of someone you love. 

To my surprise, he kneeled (still towering over me) and, his hands going under my arms he lifted me up, drew me closer to him, the warmth of his body radiating through me, dark eyes glittering in the candle-light, his lips meeting mine, his arms wrapped around me, their irresistible strength evident, enfolding me in his heat, my hands barely able to reach around and trace the subtle curves of his muscular back, down to his hips, over his corded thighs and around to where his penis was dangling almost to the floor. Boldly, I grasped it where it met his body in a thatch of unusually soft hair, squeezed gently; I felt his lips on mine smile, and I felt that incredible warmth again, almost like a reward. I squeezed again and felt the shaft swell, rising to press against my thigh. I squeezed harder, sliding my hand up and down the length (my God, I thought - Wilson was right about phallic Gods! He would have to be at least fifteen inches long, erect) while he kissed me, slowly forcing me over until I fell back, this incredible being kneeling over me, looking down with what seemed like genuine affection; intensified by whatever magical influence he had, it was like rising on a surge of warm air. My head fell back; my chest rose as I inhaled his scent. I wanted to keep breathing in until I burst. His head dropped to my breasts as his hands expertly sought out my darkest place. I felt a surge of electricity as his tongue lavished my nipples, his finger delving in and out of me, my climax on the teetering brink of oblivion as the electricity shocked my nerves and my vaginal muscles clenched around his index while his thumb nudged my clit slowly. I felt him smile on my breasts as I reached orgasm. It was the most powerful one I had ever experienced. My whole body arced to his, his index being joined by his middle as I spasmed jerkily around them, my fluids coating his hands and dripping to the floor. 

The insistent pressure of his growing erection against my side reminded me of what I was supposed to be doing here; as forcefully as I could with my awe towards him, I pushed his arm out of the way, rolled from underneath and led him over to the octagonal bed area. He sat on the uppermost step while I kneeled between his legs and worshipped his phallus, the body of it as large as my forearm, barely able to fit the head in my mouth. I wrapped my hands around the base, squeezed and licked along the underside up to the head, kissed the end, slipped it between my lips and sucked gently. I ran my hands lovingly up and down its length, squeezing it between the open palms of my hands, gently grasped his testicles, carefully tugged his scrotum downward; felt him swell in me, forcing my tongue flat against my mouth, my lips straining to hold him. With care I could take about half his length; yet holding onto the base and sliding my lips over the end, licking and sucking desperately didn't satisfy him. After a while I sensed his growing impatience, something I didn't want to be responsible for causing. I wasn't pleasing him. There was only one thing to do, and I chose it despite the thought that it would most likely kill me. I carefully extricated the end of his erection from my mouth; stroking him with one hand, I reached out and found a flask of massage oil with the other; then, repressing my fear, I turned and knelt before him, my feet angled apart. 

He took the flask from me and I felt a trickle of cold liquid on the small of my back, running down between my buttocks. He traced its path with his finger, following it down, rubbing the small hole of my pussy with his knuckle, circling it then pressing his index finger against it, gently opening me. Lubricated by the oil, his finger slid in easily, rotating to press downward, bending to widen the entrance, allowing his thumb and a second finger to join the first; he picked up the end of my chain with his other hand, looping it around his wrist, one finger through the D-ring, holding me up before him. He probed me with care, gently fucking me and adding more lubricant until he felt that I was ready; he withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of his penis up against me, forcing a fraction of the end in, then pulled out, giving me time to accommodate his massive form. I recalled it as it had been a few minutes ago, in my mouth; the channel along the underside as thick as my thumb, bulging veins snaking out of his pubic hair, wreathing the shaft like vines around a Doric column; the flanges of the head sharply defined when I forced the foreskin back with my lips. When I'd grabbed the base and squeezed, it had swollen until it was as big as my clenched fist, and now he was forcing it inside me, one inch at a time. 

Each short thrust brought me to the very limit of what I thought I could take, and yet he continued, stretching me painfully. I imagined my pussy distended like my lips had been previously; then he began fucking me with longer strokes, adding copious amounts of massage oil to ease the way and tugging my head back with the chain. I didn't think I was ready, but he grabbed my hip and increased the length of his strokes until he forced the entrance and in one burning rush, slid the head into me. I gasped with shock and relief, my pussy contracting over the relatively narrower shaft behind the head. 

With one arm under mine he half-lifted me from the mattress until I was lying against his body, his thighs bracing me on either side; arching my back in ecstasy, I reached behind and felt at least six inches of bulging erection still waiting to be inserted, which he did with a cruel lack of haste, holding me above him, allowing me down to be impaled on his shaft. I felt entirely ineffectual; a toy, my right leg dangling to one side as he slowly fucked me, pushing further in each time until I felt the huge head of his cock pressing against the entrance to my womb and my cunt was stretched around the base, which felt as wide as a lamp-post. He sat me down in his lap and gripped my mound, holding it still in his massive fist, not stroking me, just holding me and giving the occasional squeeze. 

I could feel something building, like before, magic potential being raised; I wriggled from side to side, aware that it was stimulating him, bringing him closer to whatever climax was coming. He held my painfully engorged lips in his palm and held the other - chain looped around his wrist - flat to my chest, pressing me against him. I could feel premonitory twitches in his thighs, his chest pushing against my back as his breathing grew deeper, his penis swelling even larger (I imagined it forcing the bones of my pelvis apart); then he started lifting and dropping me again, in time with his breathing, which was growing faster. I tried to squeeze on the down-strokes; the twitching in his thighs grew more pronounced, he pushed me up, letting go of my mound; I fell forward on my hands and knees and suddenly, I found myself wondering: what the hell was I doing? Just as quickly, the sheer outrageousness of the situation crystallized around me, like a collapsing building falling down over me: I was on all fours in an abandoned library, being fucked by a God. 

He was racing towards climax now, pulling back until the head of his erection tugged painfully at my cunt, then shoving forward, pressing me into the mattress; back and forth, dragging me with him helplessly. The strokes slowed with a kind of inevitable fatalism, almost a desperate kind of last-ditch attempt to hold on for a few seconds more; I imagined that I could feel each vein as it slid into my slot. Each time he thrust, his cock pressed up against me inside and my clit shuddered and swelled. 

For a brief moment I crouched there with his cock shoved all the way inside me, his balls slapping against the back of my thighs; there was a momentary silence, then I felt him jerk and spasm within me. He threw his head back and - thankfully, he didn't shout; I think it would have burst my eardrums - he gave a long, bass moan of ecstasy as he came. My own climax was a minor explosion in comparison, a building knocked down by the shock-wave he'd generated. I could feel pulses of fluid as they coursed up the channel along the underside of his shaft, into me; I imagined him pumping me full - His semen felt warm, then hot, and then it was burning me. Having done this before (albeit with humans), I was used to a degree of discomfort; but this was entirely different. It was as if he was pumping me full of liquid fire, a kind of energy that humankind wasn't designed to accept; yet with his firm hold on my collar I had no choice but kneel before him and accept it, coursing into my body, seeking out every crevice and cranny, flowing through me, suffusing me. I imagined beams of light coming out of my eyes, molten metal dripping from the end of my nose. 

I was distantly aware of him pulling out of me, a sharp twinge of pleasurable pain as his head popped out and hot liquid pouring out of my distended pussy as I lay there, shaking. He moved around to my side and cradled my head in his lap, murmuring words of sympathy in that odd-sounding language, my chain still held in his huge hand. Despite my overwhelmed state, I still wanted him; my hand reached out to touch his still-hard cock, bending it towards my mouth, thirsty for more of the energy he'd given me. He kneeled before me and allowed me to suck him again, trembling hands massaging his magnificent tool, feeling the energy coiling within, feeling it grow almost too hot to touch; the head swelling to the point where it was trapped behind my teeth and pushing hard against the roof of my mouth. This time he helped me, grasping the base and forcing more blood into it, my relatively small hands tugging and squeezing next to his, but it wasn't until I dared reach down, encircle his scrotum with thumb and forefinger and tug down hard that he came again, the torrent of blinding white energy filling my mouth. I hung on desperately, drinking the hot fluid as it came, sucking hard until he was drained and my chest and throat were a glass-thin crucible filled with the God's love and light. Just before I collapsed, I felt him let go of my chain. 

After a few minutes, I felt that I could move again, my body shaking, my arms unable to support my weight. I rolled onto my side and gazing up at his contented expression, a deity who had been worshipped as he wanted. He stroked my face again, bent down to kiss me and I lost consciousness, fading into a deliciously warm darkness with a soft glow within and the worn-out feeling of having been well and truly fucked. My last coherent thought before I sank into sleep was, "What DO people see in Christianity?"



Summoning the Incubus



As a dutiful daughter and the youngest of five sisters, I have six times witnessed the wretched state of a woman in marriage. It is a life wasted in the pretence that children will make him kind, patience will make him sober and forgiveness will make him faithful. So, with this knowledge, I spent my youth in our farming village pleading that my parents might permit me to join the convent. They had no time for my begging and declined my request without consideration. My match, it seemed, had been made in my early childhood. I was to be a wife. 

Aside from the nuns, I knew only of one woman who was free of the shackles of marriage. She went by many names, none of them flattering, and lived in the dense forest, just beyond the river that turned the wheel of our mill. They said she had made a deal with a demon, and lived as a sorceress or a fortune-teller or an oracle. They said that men that lay with her never begot sons even when they returned to their wives. They called her a whore and a harlot, but I could tell that even the strongest men were afraid of her. I wanted them to fear me too. 

But the forest at night is not a safe place for a slight young girl; such as I was then. In fact, had I known the true dangers that lurked there, perhaps I might never have run there for shelter. I knew of bears, wandering spirits and slithering serpents; but not of were-wolves, or blood shadows or sleepless nymphs. It was not until the morn of my wedding that I fled, tear-stricken into the thick pine forest, bitter with anger towards my family, and terrified to be dragged back home. 

I ran breathlessly through the tall, closely packed trees, staying off the path, though always keeping it just in sight through the thin grey mists. I was dressed for the festivities, in white sleeveless dress that came almost to my bare feet and my straw coloured hair braided with wild flowers. Soon the dress was stained with moss and mud as I tripped and fell over on stray roots and hidden stones. The fabric was soon damp with cold fog and trickling sweat. My feet were cut and bruised and encrusted with dirt, the palms of my hands pressed with pine needles that gathered with every fall. But I never stopped to dust myself off or feel my pains; I only got up again and ran faster. Far in the distance behind me I could hear my name being called. 

Until the light began to fade, and voices too disappeared. I was exhausted. My whole body screaming that I should stop and rest. I didn't dare. The new sounds of the forest at night were terrifying; shrill howls of creatures in great pain and thin mournful singing in unidentifiable languages. I saw a chink of orange light up ahead. Relief flooded me. I was almost there. 

The cottage was low, windowless and built of grey limestone, with a roof of shrivelled bracken and dried heather. Strongly scented smoke rose in wavering coils from the clay chimney pot. The solitary light that I had seen shone from a cast iron lantern fixed above the battered wooden door. A grey mizzling drizzle fell. I made my last shaky steps up to the doorway, almost too weak to stand. I gave a small polite rap on the door - then hearing another ugly animal sound - thumped on it frantically. 

"Please let me in!" I cried. Truly cried, tears streamed down my face. I was tired, cold, frightened and thirsty. My body trembled in the now transparent fabric of my wet dress. 

The door swung open. But nobody seemed to be there. An empty wooden chair faced a strong smelling fire burning brightly in the hearth. Gingerly, I moved closer to the fire in search of some heat. I eyed the room warily, making out the vague shapes of a kitchen table, a bedframe and a tattered cupboard. 

I didn't see her, rather, I sensed her. Although the room appeared empty, it never felt that way. She seeped slowly into my awareness; I knew that she was a woman. I knew that she was very old. I knew that she meant me no harm. I knew all this without having the faintest idea of her location or form. Eventually, after some time, I realised that I had been looking at every spot in the room except the one where she was stood. As if my mind had not been able to understand that that place have existed until she allowed it to. 

"Oh!" I exclaimed, as she suddenly came into clear focus. She didn't look old - no more than thirty - and was tall with a proud posture and fullness of figure. A deep red dress clung close to her shapely body and streams of jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her jewel-like blue eyes glinted through her dark tresses. At her breast hung a pendant made from a carved animal bone. 

"Little Bride," her voice was strong, yet kindly, "There is no coven here for you to join. I can't smell a drop of magic on you. I'm sorry, you must go." Desperation filled me and I threw myself on my knees at her feet. 

"Please, I need your help, I can not go back now. They will think me a witch even if I am not one. I heard there are deals you can make. Bargains that can be struck with demons." 

She looked at me pityingly. 

"But do you understand the nature of such exchanges? You only have one thing a demon would want Little Bride, and I am afraid it is not your soul." 

I balled my hands into fists and stared straight into her glittering eyes. 

"I can loose my purity under my husband and have my power stripped from me, or I can loose my purity under a demon and emerge powerful. That seems like a straightforward enough choice to me." 

She smiled in spite of herself. 

"You are a bold one Little Bride, perhaps we will make a witch of you yet." 

And so I rose from the floor, determined to win my own magic. 

*** 

"Your family will no doubt set off back into the forest to capture you at first light, we must be swift in preparing and performing the ritual, you will need your magic before daybreak." Kasita, the witch, explained the summoning spell to me as she washed the mud from my feet in a large copper pan. She rubbed sweet scented ointment into my many minor injuries. 

"What must I do?" 

"You will need to draw a pentagram within a circle of salt. I cannot help you with this, you must perform the whole ritual yourself or there is the risk that the powers will partly or wholly transfer to me instead." She gestured for me to stand and I did so. Then she moved to slip my dress over my head - I stopped her. 

"Little Bride, you cannot expect this to work if you are so attached to the notion of modesty." She chided. I lifted my arms obediently and she lifted the sodden fabric from my body, hanging it to dry by the fireplace. She regarded my youthful body for a moment; my long, elegant legs; my slim, girlish hips and my pert breasts with their milky white flesh and their rosy pink nipples. She continued her teaching, while washing the remaining dirt from my body with a wet rag, "You must light candles at the five corners of the pentagram, sit safely in the centre of the circle and recite the summons perfectly. You're lucky that this spell is in your native tongue, otherwise I would not even let you try." I gasped, as she rubbed the cloth across the point of my nipple. She ignored me. "Lastly, the demon will try to tempt, frighten or force you out of the circle, so that he will not need to fulfil his side of the bargain. You must not yield." I nodded firmly. 

"I will not yield. I will stay in my circle." At that moment, she began to rub her wet cloth against the thatch of hair between my thighs. I was frozen in place. 

"Now, I know you have no experience of men, but you need to know how to become relaxed and aroused, or this shall be thrice the ordeal that it ought to be." I didn't move or say a word as the moist fabric worked to part my inner lips and move against my entrance. "How you are now is no good, you are too stiff. You need to sink into it, become malleable." I couldn't will myself to relax, but as she moved her friction to my little bud, my body gave an involuntary tremble. "That's it," she soothed, "Follow those feelings, let them soften you," She dipped the rag into the sweet water, then once it was saturated, wrung the water out over my breasts, so that it ran down in meandering rivers over my stomach to my sex, then dripped from my lips to my thighs. Then she again pressed her scrap of wet fabric to my sheath, persisting in grinding it back and fourth over my waking clit. I let my eyes slip shut and tried only to experience the strange pleasure. Kasita's fingers, soft from her oils and the perfumed water slid gently between the petals of my rose. I flinched away slightly. She stopped. 

"He will not be gentle with you Little Bride, if this is too much for you, you ought go home to your husband." Alarmed, I took hold of her hand and brought it back to rest between my folds. She smiled, satisfied with my decision. 

Her fingers traced delicate outlines over my slowly swelling clit, and around the edges of my opening, until my moisture sprang fourth. She spread my wetness with her thumb over my tender bud, while those gentle fingers stretched and explored my slit. Then sunk, silky and slow, inside my narrow chamber. Her fingertips fluttered at my dimpled roof - and while I twisted and shuddered slightly, I did not squirm away. Warm tingling tendrils of newly felt pleasure spread from the spot that she excited, so that my clit tingled and a low heat built in my stomach. 

Then with her two deft fingers neatly tucked together, she started to pound into me. Plunging her fingers in and out of me. I was suddenly breathless, just standing still on my wobbly legs took enormous effort, as filled me over and over. Peculiar, beautiful heat rose through my body and I moaned with abandon as it swept through my skin. Beads of my arousal dripped like perspiration down the inside of my thigh. I felt my body reaching for... something. But pleased with my apparent progress, Kasita retrieved her fingers and rinsed them in the water. 

"You are as ready as you can be this night. I will stand guard over the cottage outside in case any of the villagers are foolish enough to wander the forest after nightfall. It is time now, gather your strength." 

*** 

The weather outside had worsened, with cold rain falling in sheets and a wuthering gale battering the tiny cottage. I had never been taught to read, but I copied the illustration in Kasita's leather-bound book, painting the strange symbols onto the stone-flagged floor with a white pulp made from bird's droppings, lichen and crushed chalk. With my pentagram mapped out, I set the stubby beeswax candles in place and carefully sprinkled the course sea salt from its frayed sack. The wind blew plenty strong enough to whistle through the wooden door, scattering the grains and breaking my circle, reducing my flaming candles to mere embers on their wicks. Perhaps it wouldn't work? I persevered, tipping the kitchen table onto its side to act as a shelter from the wind. It wasn't perfect, but I feared daybreak would be difficult to anticipate in the harsh weather and hastened to begin. 

I sat, cross-legged and nude in the centre of my protective circle. My body gave an occasional shudder in the chill, and goosebumps covered my bare flesh. The incantation was simple and repetitive. In exchange for a witch's magic, I offer my body for the pleasure of the Prince of the Azure. I offer my body for the pleasure of the Prince of Azure, in exchange for a witch's magic. 

I whispered it at first, feeling foolish speaking with no-one present, but as the gale roared louder I found myself shouting simply to be able to hear myself. Upon my seventh recital of the mantra, the candles withered and the wind hushed itself to silence. There was only the sound of the rain on the roof. I strained my eyes through the pitch black. Was this right? 

Two dazzling yellow eyes, with the elliptical pupils of a cat, burst open, and the whole cottage was bathed in strange orange light. 

I had imagined the demon as a man with a ram's horns or a wolf's teeth. Instead, the Prince was a true monster - barely human. A huge hulking beast, covered in smooth midnight blue skin. He towered over me. What looked at first to be a heavy cape fastened at his shoulders, on closer inspection was in fact a pair of giant leathery bat's wings. 

His board chest was marked with intricate scarification patterns, disrupted, here and there, by uglier scars that looked like the remnants of battle wounds. His whole torso rippled with exaggerated muscles. 

His face, despite being large and unnerving, was undeniably handsome, with a square jaw, a broad - and at least once broken - nose, and thick, sumptuous lips in an even deeper hue of blue. His scalp was bald, and his ears, which were filled with rows of golden rings, came to elfin points. 

The palm of his hand could cover my whole face and each finger boasted a band of gold. His nails were black, thick and shiny as if made from polished obsidian. 

Yet, even which such an outrageous appearance, I could not prevent my eye from settling on the spectacle of the demon's manhood. It swung freely, without cover, between his powerful legs. The shaft was a long and thick, with a band of hammered gold encircling the base. It looked completely impossible to accommodate. His hairless sacks hung below, looking swollen. 

His bright amber eyes gleamed through the darkness, lighting whatever he cast his gaze upon; so that when he examined my body, I didn't just imagine feeling his eyes on me. Rather, I saw the path of the beam of light travel up and down my naked form, lingering on my still damp patch of hair, and my nipples, stiff with cold. Remembering Kasita's words, I resisted the urge to cover my body with my hands. 

"Little Witch," the demon's voice was otherworldly, unfamiliarly accented, deep and rich, "You have summoned me here to make an irreversible exchange; do you understand that?" 

"Yes," I whispered. Fear took hold of me now I had seen what I must endure. 

"The power that you gain will be yours to hone and refine, it may be very weak or even too strong to control at first, you understand this too?" 

"Yes, I understand." I said more firmly, lifting my chin and holding myself a little taller. I clenched my fists tightly. 

"Then I shall take you Little Witch," he offered me his huge hand, "Come here to me," I remained still. 

"Do you think me so foolish?" I said, putting my hands on my nude hips and sounding much braver than I felt. He chuckled heartily. 

"You are a fierce Little Witch! No, I do not think you foolish, but it is a demon's duty to coax a maiden into his clutches, I would shame my ilk if I were not to go through the motions." 

His smile was surprisingly warm, but I knew better than to trust him. I gave a small nod with a clenched jaw. 

He bowed his head graciously. 

"I will enter your circle at your invitation. There, our deal shall be binding." He inclined his head again. 

I drew a deep breath and swept my stray tresses from my face. For a moment, the heavy rain lashing the roof of the cottage roof was again the only sound to be heard. 

"I invite you to enter," These were the final words of the spell and in a single step, he crossed the threshold of my pentagram. 

"Strictly speaking," The Prince stood inches from me now, his lips close to my ear, I felt his breath tickle my lobe and the faint heat radiating from his huge body, "The ritual is only completed when I fill your cunny with my seed. Get on your knees Little Witch. I am barely summoned once a century and plan to enjoy you in every way possible before I leave here." 

In my naivety, understanding did not dawn immediately. I lowered myself, uneasily, onto my knees. My gaze drew level with the heft of his member, which was, to my shock and awe, twitching and growing even larger before my eyes. 

"In every way?" I whispered breathlessly. 

"In every way." He confirmed. His large hand caught hold of my chin and he stroked the blushing flesh of my cheek with his thumb. Then he ran his thumb along the jutting bottom lip of my slightly open mouth. He pressed the print of his blue thumb gently into the wet of my mouth, brushing against my tongue. Understanding crept into my mind. This was practice. Nervously, I lapped the tip of my tongue against his thumb - which he then pressed deeper into my mouth. Uncertain, I looked up to his face, but he only raised his eyebrows expectantly. Closing my eyes, I sealed my lips around him and suckled. As I did so, thoughts were occurring in my mind that had ever occurred before. My anxiety began to ease, my initial fright replaced with curiosity. How would it feel? How would it taste? Would I like it? 

The Prince freed his thumb, and again, I gazed up at him wide eyed. He lifted his solid thickness in his huge hand, so that the tip was level with my mouth, at first, he only stroked the silky blue skin against the softness of my cheek. Then he smeared it, and the liquid that now seeped from it, across my lips. The fluid was like molten gold, amber coloured, hot and glowing. It contrasted startlingly against the blue of skin. He traced the curve of my mouth with his oozing head, coating my lips in his gold, marking me as the second ring for his huge cock. 

His other hand wrapped around the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me securely in place as he inched his trembling length, slowly, firmly into my small wet mouth. He tasted like ocean water, but sharper. Still strangely inquisitive, I sucked softly at the foreign features, exploring his form with my tongue, lingering on the curved ridges, raised veins and especially the weeping eye at the tip. He gave a deep groan of appreciation. Then rammed his cock deeper into my mouth, I flinched with surprise, but his hand on my skull meant I was pinned in place. He moved me back and fourth along his shuddering erection, until I began to bob my head back and fourth myself. He moaned with pleasure again, and sense of pride and satisfaction filled me. He was pleased with me. He'd looked at my naked body and liked what he saw. He was going to make me strong and powerful and I was willing to fulfil his every desire in return. 

My curiosity was transforming into longing. How would this colossal dripping beast feel buried deep inside me? I felt him, hot and fierce between my lips and thought of Kasita's sweet fingers coaxing divinity from my flesh. I pressed two of my fingers cautiously against my little bud, to find that it was a flower in full bloom with dewy petals. The moment that I parted my folds with my fingers the heady scent of my arousal filled the room. I coiled my free hand around the gold ring at the base of his monster. I wriggled my little fingers into my cunny, finding it slick and ready to receive them. We both moaned low, our sounds swirling together, tumbling with the resurging storm outside. Wholly giving in to the strangeness and terror and thrill of it all. I was sucking wantonly on the Prince's demonic cock and fucking myself frantically. 

I flicked my eye up to pin him with an "I'm ready for you" stare. He came apart the second that our eyes met, spasming wildly, firing white-hot lava against the back of my throat, making a dark, guttural sound like a growl. He held my face closer against his crotch, so that I couldn't back away. My mouth fell open as I struggled for air, golden milk running down my jaw and splashing on my breasts. There was so much of it and I tried to swallow the volcanic liquid simply to be able to breathe again. His mighty hand clasped tightly on my shoulder as he steadied himself. He fished himself from my slippery lips and threw his final spurt across my already shimmering breasts. I was draped in gold. It dripped down my neck and stomach like chains and beads. 




Summoning the Incubus



For a moment, we were silent in the storm. Then the Prince laughed quietly before remarking, 

"I have had little witches who did not resist, and witches who thought pleasing me would mean I wouldn't go back on my word, but never one who wished to please herself." He smiled good-naturedly, "But I hope," he continued, "That you do not think that I am in any way finished with you." 

He lifted me easily from the floor, and then grasping my hips, he hoisted me high above his head. I squealed with astonishment, wrapping my legs around the back of his solid neck to feel anchored. Still holding my hips, he lowered my moist snatch close to his face. He paused. He took a deep breath, engulfed by my scent. 

"Your little virgin cunt is gushing for me, Witch," he said, in a tone that seemed torn between a deep-seated disgust and an awestruck wonder. I blushed with discomfort, but made no denials. He was looking at my vulva; fascinated, those ethereal beams of sunlight streaming from his eyes. I grew wetter under his gaze. 

Softly, he pressed his lips against the lily-white skin of my inner thigh. He drew back. He kissed my other thigh. Trembling with a hopeless anticipation, I was scared even to breathe lest he change his mind. He brought his mouth within half an inch of my aching clit. Please, I thought. His wide tongue slashed across my sodden slit. I gasped. The ripple of pleasure was only momentary, but all consuming. I waited. Again, his tongue whipped over my inner lips, satisfying my intense craving for a fraction of a second. I whimpered wordlessly. The Prince smiled smugly. The third lick was quicker, over almost before it started. 

"Please," I finally whispered, unable to bare it any longer. 

"Please what, Little Witch?" 

"Please..." I could not articulate the things I can tell you now. I didn't have either the vocabulary, or the presence of mind. I just knew that I wanted. Not what. Not why. 

"If you don't tell me what you want, I can't be expected to know what it is," he mocked, eyes glinting. I rocked my hips towards his face a little, trying to express my need. 

"Please... lick my..." 

He still teased me. 

"Lick your...?" A devilish smile lit up the Prince's face. "Oh, I know..." 

At first, I thought that my unexplained wish was to be granted, but to my utter horror, it was not my dripping sex that his broad tongue slithered over. He probed, completely unabashed, at my anus with slow deliberate strokes of his tongue, followed by a flurry of much quicker movements. It felt beautiful. I was so sensitive in that place, that I felt even the smallest flicker like it was a lightning bolt. From my lips fell a stream of murmured babble, odd curse words, prayers and misremembered fragments of the summoning spell. I wiggled and squirmed with both pleasure and acute embarrassment. 

The Prince stopped. When I dared to meet his eye, his facial expression had changed. It was harder. Hungrier. 

He pulled me away from his hulking torso and half-dropped me back in the circle, on my hands and knees, facing away from him. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that his spent cock had awoken, and stood, proud and ready as before. He took a step forward, so that he straddled my buttocks. My anus tingled and my vulva still pleaded for fulfilment. Would he take me now? 

"Tell me what you want Little Witch," he grunted, as one of his enormous hands reached artlessly between my legs, cupping my damp thatch, pawing at my throbbing clit and working rough circles around it. His other hand clawed at my hip, gripping it tightly. 

"I... I want..." My thoughts dissolved completely as he burnt friction into my desperate sex. He wormed his thick finger bluntly inside. I cried out. His single finger was much, much wider than both of Kasita's. He stretched me, almost to the point of pain, delving into my slit without much delicacy. The thumb I had sucked earlier rested, perfectly still, but impossible to ignore on the puckered entrance of my rear. 

"What do you want you little whore in heat? Tell me what you want, or I'm just going to do whatever I want to you. You might not like that." His voice was fraught and dangerous sounding, as though he was struggling to maintain his own self-control. 

He wedged a second finger into my sheath, filling me totally and painfully. I squirmed helplessly, full of confusion as the pain and the pleasure fought each other for dominance. Every time I moved into the pain, I ground my sweetest internal spot over his fingertips and was racked with ecstasy. My body was burning for him. He pounded me relentlessly, and though I tried to tell him what I wanted, my breath was ragged and mind on the edge of oblivion. 

"I want - your - deep - inside - I want - your - I - need-" I struggled to blurt out. Soon my sounds fell back into animalistic moans of delight. I expected him to haul me up onto his throbbing cock immediately, but instead, he slung the weight of his gold tipped dick onto the slightly parted crevice between the blushing cheeks of my pert bottom. I pressed back against its glorious heat, eager to feel it sliding deep into my wet cunt as soon as possible. 

He pushed his thumb into the dip where it rested, massaging the area, working the spilled gold that now dribbled between my cheeks into the tight knot and surrounding skin. My nerves were alight, sensation coursing through my most intimate places. He kneaded the tip of his thumb slowly into my rear, gradually parting the flesh, penetrating me to his knuckle, slowly slipping back out, then repeating. My hole was soon slippery and accepting and I found myself pushing back against his thumb. Just as I was learning that I liked this strange experience, he slipped his thumb out of me. Still pounding my canal with his big fingers, he maneuverer his great, glistening hardness to push firmly into my hole. Once his head was neatly inside, he withdrew his pumping fingers and roughly grabbed both of my narrow hips. 

"Do you want this Little Witch?" he growled, as my anus squeezed his tip tightly. 

I was frightened and in some discomfort, but I was also burning with the desire to know how it would feel, and to have added another new thrilling memory to my night as the Prince's plaything. 

"Y-yes," I managed to stutter, "I want this," 

He needed no further encouragement, immediately proceeding to tunnel his way, slowly, steadily, but resolutely, into my passage. I moaned, tilting and adjusting, trying to take his whole monstrous length. I revelled in the full feeling, but felt my cunny pulsing with jealously. Occasionally, he would pause, making low, dark noises, or backing a little way out before pressing on forwards again. When I felt the cool of the golden ring on his shaft pressed close against my opening and knew I had finally managed to house his whole hot shaft. He let out a long satisfied groan. 

Then he picked me up by my hips, so that I almost fell down as all of my weight was transferred suddenly to my wobbly arms. His huge hands wrapped themselves around my upper thighs. He thrust himself, hard and rough, in and out of my hole, getting faster with each stroke. At first it felt harsh and unpleasant, but as he went on, it became much more bearable, his seed and sweat mixing to make me much more pliable. Perspiration gathered in the small of my back and my heart hammered in my chest as he continued to fuck me. I panted with quick shallow breaths as just holding myself in place on his spasming cock and my spindly arms took enormous effort. His dangling sacks slapped hard against my begging sex, meeting my hot, wet slit with every punishing thrust. The slaps marked his urgent rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. And my throaty utterances soon fell in time. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I squealed more loudly with every shuddering, laboured motion of his pumping hips, feeling him shake with desire at my every sound. Then he shot his stream of endless gold into me, holding me tight against his wildly pulsing erection, until his primal urges were sated. 

But my urges were not. My cunny cried out for touching and tasting and fucking. Besides, we had a deal to conclude. Released from his impaling, I turned to face him. 

"Oh, you dirty little whore witch," he groaned, his eyes roaming my body explicitly once more, "I don't think you can wait as long as my body needs you to." 

He pressed the palms of his midnight blue hands tightly together and whispered words in an unfamiliar tongue. When his hands broke apart, a glittering beam of moonlight was stretched between his palms. He kept his eye fixed on me, as he manipulated the moonlight between his fingers, until it was almost like liquid. Then he smeared the strange water-like light over his exhausted, stained dick. The result was fascinating. The gleam cleaned away the gold, juices and filth and his shaft swelled once more - in fact, it continued to swell - growing even larger than it had been previously. 

He swept my body with his orange gaze, making a low rumbling sound of renewed desire as he prowled around the edge of the pentagram, examining my body from every angle. 

"It'll almost be a shame to fuck your delicious cunt Little Witch, I have deeply enjoyed our time together." His hand reached out to trace the outline of my breast with a single finger. I shivered, but leant in towards his hand. "Maybe I won't ever fuck your cunt. Maybe I'll just keep you here in this circle forever. Fucking your mouth," he ran his black nail over my trembling lip, "And your ass," he slapped my left buttock with his open palm and I whimpered, "And your tits." He wrapped his blue hands around my white, gold-dusted breasts and squeezed them hard. 

"T-tits?" I asked, confused. 

"Tits." He said matter-of-factly, then leant in close to whisper in my ear, "I'd have you lie down on the on the floor, your body burning so hot and wanting against the cold stone. And I'd straddle your tiny perfect body, so that my new cock rested in the valley of your breasts, its head sitting on the wet of your mouth. And I'd have you hold those lovely tits close together, and squeeze the nipples tightly, while I fucked them." His hand had reached once more into my sodden folds and I moaned instantly. "But I'm not going to do that now my Little Witch Whore, because I can feel your desperate, aching heat all wet and ready for me and its consuming me whole. Its all I've been able to think about from the moment that you summoned me. It was everything I could do not to take you in the very first moment." He toyed with my swollen clit and his lips fell to my neck, kissing, licking and biting like a lover. 

"Please my Prince," I said softly, "Please, put your... cock... in my..." I barely whispered the final ugly syllable, "Cunt." 

His nostrils flared, but that was his only hesitation. He lifted me from the ground in the impossible strength of his muscular arms and suspended me upon the very tip of his massive manhood. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, grasped his shoulders in my hands, then slid, luxuriously about on the bulbous head, coating it in my balm and sighing with the pleasure of it. 

Until I slipped, slick and creamy, down, ever deeper, onto his stiff, thick shaft. Moaning and clenching my walls as I settled at the point where I could not take even a tiny bit more. He stretched and broke me, but the pain barely registered as my burning need grew. I had thought that all I needed was to have him deep inside my cunny, but it wasn't enough. I needed to be fucked. I needed to fuck. 

We pumped our hips in rapid unison, his thrusting upwards to fill me, mine grinding down him, squirming and bouncing to satisfy my blazing hot spot. My fingers dug into his midnight flesh, adding to the marks on his skin. The sounds I made. Banshee wails that shook the cottage and drowned out the onslaught of the storm. 

My clit seemed to hum; the walls of my canal pulsed and squeezed completely out of my control. I could feel its approach. That elusive feeling I had been chasing. 

That heat that had been raging intensely in my clit and vulva sparked through my whole body, devouring my flesh, blasting through my nerves, rattling my bones. Sweat poured down my back. Eyes closed and panting, I ground my sex upon his as if for my very life. His bat's wings burst open. Their span filling the width of the room with their black-blue silhouette. I felt - 

"Ahh!" 

Then there was bliss. Oblivion. 

The storm. The stars. 

And I floated there, in my rapture. 

Feeling his molten gold fill me. Feeling my power fill me. The magic weaving itself into my nerves and veins. I opened my eyes and I could see it. Golden capillaries glowing under the milk of my skin. 

My breath had been knocked out of me, but I soon found it again. I floated, slowly gently down, like a leaf on a breeze. 

Until I was standing, strong and powerful in the centre of my pentagram. Alone. 

A witch. 

***** 

Author's Note: This is really different in tone and content from anything I've posted before, (and much longer!) so I hope that you enjoyed it. All feedback is welcome as it helps me to become a better writer. I have plans for a part two, but only intend to write it if this proves popular, so speak up if you want to read more like this!



Summoning the Rain Spirit



It was clear night in Northern Ghana, the heat had not diminished much with the setting of the sun, so I was sweltering under the layers of rough, hand-woven cloth that my friends had given me to wear. I was travelling with my best friend from university and she had taken me home to visit the remote village where she was born. 

The village was so remote, that we had had to walk for three miles carrying our backpacks, mostly filled with presents for Gail's family, because even the sturdy 4x4 was unable to take us any further. And it was so remote, that some of the small children ran away screaming when they caught sight of me. They had never seen a white woman before, Gail explained. The last missionaries had given up and left a few years ago, driven away by the villager's refusal to drop their ancient rites and traditions in favour of a mysterious God they could not even see. 

But Gail's homecoming was not as happy as it should have been. The rains had failed to come for the sowing of the fields, the land all around the village was brown and barren. Only in the valley of the dry river, a few dark green trees gave shade, though their leaves were coated with dust.

Thus tonight, I was going to be the first white person to witness a Summoning of the Rain Spirit. While I did not believe in spirits and ghosts, I respected the traditions of the people and hoped that their ritual would be met with success, the land really, desperately needed rain.

All the adults of the village were gathered in a circle around the fire, grandfathers with sightless eyes but wise minds, swaggering young men oozing bravado to cover their fear, work-weary women staring into the flames. Everybody wore the same clothing, coarse, hand-woven cotton cloths patterned in earth colours. One was knotted over the left shoulder, covering the wearer's right side from armpit to ankle, the other crossed over the first to be tied on the right shoulder. 

The low murmur of conversation ceased abruptly when the holy man bounded into the circle. He wore a fearful looking mask, but otherwise he was buck-naked, his chocolate skin glistened with oil and contrasted starkly with the white designs he had painted onto his chest and abdomen. Then the drums began. I counted twelve drummers who stood at the edge of the firelight, setting up a slow, hypnotic rhythm.

Fascinated, I watched, as the holy man began to sway to the rhythm and dance around the fire, his movements lithe and sensuous, though he was not a young man any more. Every now and then, he would take a pinch of powder from a bowl beside the fire and throw it into the flames, making them flash and flare in a myriad colours.

Gradually I realised that the cadence of the drums was becoming faster and the holy man was dripping with sweat. Gail, sitting beside me, leaned a bit closer and whispered in my ear, "Oh damn, I don't think it's working."

"How do you know?" I muttered back.

"The Rain Spirit is supposed to come and choose a woman. If he doesn't, that's it, he isn't going to answer us." Gail replied.

I was just about to ask how the Rain Spirit would make his choice known, when a young woman seated opposite us began to shudder while wisps of a pale, fog-like substance wavered around her. The holy man danced toward her and the drums beat faster and faster while two women, helpers of the holy man, rose from their seats to walk to the chosen one.

The women took the chosen girl's hands and helped her to her feet, guiding her to the centre of the circle. While the women helpers began to undo the knots of the girl's clothing, the misty substance seemed to gather closer and closer around the chosen girl. Several men got up and went into the holy man's hut, returning with a large, round mahogany table that gleamed, darkly polished in the firelight. The men placed it in the circle of people, near the fire, then returned to their seats.

Meanwhile, the chosen girl was naked, her body beautifully rounded. The mist gathering around her seemed to be stroking and pleasing her, her nipples stood out hard and proud, her groin and thighs gleamed with her moisture.

Now the women began to stroke the girl, taking her breasts in both their hands, kneading her flesh and tugging at her nipples until she groaned loud enough for me to hear her above the sound of the drums. The women coaxed the girl to sit, then lie back on the table. One woman continued her attention to the girl's breasts, the other coaxed her legs apart to reveal the startling pink of her intimate lips that contrasted starkly with her chocolate-toned skin.

"What's going to happen to her?" I breathed in Gail's ear, spellbound and more than a little afraid for the girl.

"The women are going to shave and prepare her. Then the Spirit chooses two or three men to mount her, get her ready for him. If she pleases the Spirit, he will come and take her. He'll take her away with him and give us rain." Gail explained.

Now more scared for the girl than before, I watched as one of the women bent over the chosen girl to suck on her nipples while the other covered her mound in a soapy lather, preparatory to shaving her. The swirling fog left the girl and hovered around the circle before descending on a man who was seated a short distance from us. It enveloped him as he rose to his feet and seemed to caress him, as the bulge in the front of his robe grew to an even more impressive size. 

Walking to the table, the chosen man stood waiting, watching while the women finished preparing the girl. She was shivering in spite of the heat and when she turned her head, squirming as one of the women rubbed oil into her freshly shaven lips I could see that tears were running down her face and she was sobbing quietly. The misty substance was back, enveloping her and the women who had now finished rubbing her body with oil, went to the chosen man and disrobed him. 

'This can't be happening,' I thought, 'how can they do that to one of their own?' 

Just as the impulse to jump up and try to call a halt to it all, Gail's hand gripped my shoulder hard. "She won't get hurt." She whispered in my ear. "The Rain Spirit does not demand pain, only pleasure from his chosen ones. So stay calm. You could get yourself and me killed if you interfere."

Now the holy man was at the girl's head, offering her a drink from a small bowl but she turned her head away.

The chosen man stepped up to the girl on the table and spoke to her, we could not hear what he said but his smile was kind and he began to stroke her gently, his caressing hands visible through the mist that surrounded them both. Moving closer, the man positioned himself so that he could penetrate the girl. The thudding of the drums stopped, the sudden silence shocking. 

Into this silence, the girl pleaded, "No, oh no, please don't." 

The mist dissolved and was gone, the man stepped away from the table and picked up his robes, the villagers made ready to stand and leave. The holy man shook his masked head at the girl in silent rebuke and disappointment. 

"What happened?" I breathed to Gail.

"The Spirit rejected her." She whispered back. "She did not wish to please him."

Her face suddenly became hazy before my eyes and a cool, pleasant sensation washed over me after the stifling heat. I squirmed as a sensation of soft caresses all over my skin began to concentrate on my breasts, stroking and kneading and teasing my nipples. Then I felt sensual touches between my legs, too, and shifted involuntarily as the mist gained substance around me. 

"Oh goodness!" Gail cried out. "The Spirit!"

The holy man whirled around to stare at me, then he motioned for the drummers to resume their tasks and walked towards me, shoving his goggling helpers ahead of him. The women took my hands and pulled me to my feet while the holy man stepped in front of me and spoke. "The Rain Spirit has never before returned after rejecting a chosen one. I beg of you, please the Spirit so that we may have rain."

I was unable to reply, my mouth was completely dry with fear, embarrassment, anticipation and, yes, with arousal, too. The wisps of mist were still touching me all over, stroking, pleasing, and teasing. 

"Come to be prepared." Said the holy man leading the way to the table with me and the women following in his wake. 

When we reached the table, the women untied my robes, leaving me standing naked and embarrassed. I wanted to cover myself up, but swirls of mist attached themselves to my wrists and prevented movement, while other parts of the misty substance continued to tease my body. 

As I stood there, bared in the firelight, I felt the earth cry out to me for rain, the parched, cracked soil under my feet ached and I thirsted in sympathy. Resolving that I would not be rejected by the Spirit if I could help it, I stopped cringing and stood up tall, my breasts with their swollen nipples standing out proudly from my chest, my feet planted firmly, slightly apart on the desiccated earth.

"That's it." The holy man encouraged me. "You're the chosen one, you're special and rightly proud of it."

Now the women were stroking and pleasing me along with the swirls of mist and my heart pounded as I felt my wetness slick my thighs. At the women's urging, I lay back on the table as the girl had done and moaned again as one of the women drew my nipple into her mouth and began to suck hard while her hands kneaded my breasts. I wanted to touch her, show her my appreciation, but the misty swirls were still holding my wrists. But at that moment, as if they read my mind, they released me and I brought one hand up to hold the woman's head to my breast, my other hand covered hers as she pleasured me.

Her companion was spreading my legs and lathering up my sparse pubic hair in preparation of shaving me. I closed my eyes, not entirely comfortable with having a stranger wield a sharp blade so close to my intimate parts, but then I remembered that she had done a very good job on the first chosen girl and relaxed. 

It did not take her long to shave me, then she started spreading scented oil over my skin, first over the shaved area, then she briefly penetrated me with a finger before rubbing the oil into my thighs and legs. That brief touch made me moan aloud. 

I was answered by a male chuckle beside my head and the holy man said, "You will please the Spirit, I'm sure." Then he offered me the bowl with a strong-smelling liquid to drink. "This will quench your thirst while making you hungry," he smirked, "though I doubt you'll be needing it."

Deciding to be on the safe side as I did not know what else would be in store for me, I accepted the drink. It did not taste as bad as it smelled and I could finally speak again because my mouth was not so dry any more. 

"Thank you." I said to the holy man and the women who were now both covering my body with the scented oil. Then I realised that the mist was gone and remembered what that meant. It was picking the first man for me. Just then, the women, obviously enjoying my responsiveness that was becoming more and more pronounced since I drank the holy man's brew, took one of my breasts each, sucking and kneading until I arched into their touch with a loud groan.

Moments later, they were gone, their hands and mouths leaving me wanting. I looked up to meet the eyes of a man standing between my legs, his gaze friendly but filled with lust as mine must have been. His hand reached for me and when I took it, he raised me into a sitting position before wrapping his arms around me, rubbing his hard, muscular body against mine while his hands stroked my skin, exploring me. The mist surrounded us, and it seemed to guide the man's hands, showing him what I liked best, what turned me on. One of his large, callused hands took my breast, kneading hard while his other hand cupped my sex, one thick finger sliding into me and making me shudder, very close to climax. 

I reached down between us to stroke him, awed by the heat and silky hardness that my hand encountered. A groan rumbled through his chest, encouraging me to stroke him harder, faster. His arms tightly around me, his strong hands parting me, he lifted me up while my legs wrapped around his narrow hips and poised me over the tip of his shaft. Once more the throb of the drums came to an abrupt stop. The head of his erection touched me, and he groaned as he felt my slick wetness. Slowly, he began to penetrate me, filling me, stretching me. The sensations were wonderful and I climaxed in his arms, shuddering and groaning. 

My chosen one lost control then, and let me slide down onto his shaft until I had taken him inside me to the hilt. The drums began their thundering again, matching their rhythm to ours as we thrust and heaved against each other. I squirmed in his arms to feel more of him and his thrusts became harder and faster, the drums keeping up with his rhythm. I wished I could touch my breasts but there was no way I could let go of the man's shoulders. Again, as if it had read my mind, the mist was back and the sensation of hot, wet suckling on my nipples pushed me over the edge of another climax. 

The chosen man's shaft expanded even more inside me and his whole body was taut as a bow-string for a moment, then his movements became even harder and more frantic as he pumped his seed into me. We held on to each other for a while, as the aftershocks coursed through us, then my chosen one let me slide down his body and sat me back on the edge of the table.

The second chosen man was already waiting for me, in stature, he was even taller and more muscular than the first man, but his gaze was very unfriendly, even hateful. He also seemed to be impatient. He stepped between my legs, placed his hands at my shoulders and pushed me back prone on the table. Then his hands ran over my breasts, giving my nipples a rough tug that made me flinch. 

"Do not hurt her." The holy man admonished the chosen man.

The chosen man acknowledged the words with a scowl and lowered his hands to my groin. Stabbing two fingers of one hand into me, he pinched my clit hard with the other. I flinched again and clenched my teeth in pain as he let go of my nub and rammed another finger inside me only to withdraw it and thrust it into my anus. 

"I'm warning you for the last time," the holy man growled,

I was glad when the groping stopped, then, and the chosen man took my legs, raising them up and spreading them wide. Positioning himself at my entrance, the man paused for a moment as the drums silenced their throbbing. With a brutal thrust, the man rammed himself inside me and I groaned with the pain and revulsion of being taken with such hatred. The mist gathered into a denser concentration than I had yet seen it and flew at the man. There was a sickening thud as it collided with the man's face and he keeled over backwards with blood gushing from his nose. 

The drums started up again in a frenzied rhythm as the misty substance returned to me and began to caress my body as if to take away the unpleasant experience. Within moments I was moaning with delight as I felt as if both my breasts were being suckled at once while something stroked and teased my clit and a cool, soothing sensation penetrated me gently.

Well on my way to another climax, I sighed in frustration as the mist left me again. Once more the holy man was at my head offering me the bowl of liquid. I drank greedily and thanked him.

When I looked up again, a third chosen man stood before me, smiling a kindly smile. He was of average build though strong from hard physical work. When my gaze slid down his body, I shivered. His shaft was the longest and thickest I had ever seen and it scared me a little. 

The man must have been used to reactions such as mine because he said, "I'm a gentle lover, I'll be good to you."

That made me smile and reach up to stroke his cheek, "I'm sure you are. We'll be wonderful together."

Just as he had promised, his hands were rough with work but gentle and he certainly knew how to please a woman. He lowered his head and caressed my face with his lips while his fingers took my breasts, coaxing the nipples into hard, tender nubs before pinching and tugging them just hard enough to make me moan in pleasure. My hands were busy on his erection, stroking the silky-soft skin, rubbing the wetness I found at the tip all over him, delighting in the throb of his pulse under my fingers.

I groaned again when he drew one of my nipples into his mouth, suckling hard to the rhythm of the drums. His hand stroked over my stomach to cup my mound, one of his fingers caressing my slippery nub lightly, another dipping inside me. 

As my hands moved faster on him, harder, he stopped me. "You've aroused me very much. I need to have you now." He said. Then he climbed onto the table beside me and lay on his back. "Take me inside you. This way you can control the pace."

Grateful for his thoughtfulness after the boorish treatment from the second guy, I straddled his lap and poised myself over the tip of his shaft. Once again the drums were abruptly silenced as I was to be penetrated. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, sliding my wetness all over his erection before guiding him to my entrance and pushing down on him little by little. Gradually, I overcame my nervousness and relaxed as I realised how good this man's control was. He gritted his teeth but did not move, giving me all the time I needed. He was stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched before but the sensation was not painful, it began to give me pleasure after a while. 

In order to make it easier for me to take him, I cupped and kneaded my own breasts, teasing my nipples into hard nubs, then pinching them, rolling them between my thumbs and fingers. As I had hoped, the sensations I gave myself aroused me more and my juices flowed even more freely. Understanding what I was trying to achieve, the chosen man reached down between my legs and stroked my clit. Moving back and forth on his rock-hard shaft, I managed to take all of him inside me within minutes.

"You can move now." I said, releasing him from the pleasurable torture that I could see on his face.

Slowly, we built up a rhythm as we flowed and thrust against each other. When he was moving easily inside me, he said, "Give me your breasts, please, let me suck them."

I leaned down, bracing one hand beside his head, then cupped one of my breasts in the other and offered it to him. He moaned with pleasure at that and surged into me harder, his finger still tracing circles on my clit, driving me wild. Offering him the other breast now, I met his strokes with my own, crying out in delight as his teeth scraped gently over my sensitive nipple. I felt a massive climax building up in me and my partner's constant moans against my breast told me he was not far from coming himself.

I did not want this wonderful experience to end, but the man bit my nipple again and I cried my climax out into the night while he pumped his seed into me thrusting hard and fast, prolonging my pleasure. I collapsed on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me still buried deep inside me.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear. "I have never come so hard in my life."

"Neither have I." He whispered back and we both chuckled at the shared secret.

We stayed locked together for a while longer. If it had been my choice, I would have gone down on him until he was hard again for another hot round. But I was the Spirit's chosen one and would probably have been far out of line had I done that. I was resting on my partner in a half-doze when the rumble of thunder made itself heard above the thudding of the drums.

The drums were suddenly silent again and I heard gasps and soft exclamations all around me. 

"The Spirit is coming for you." The holy man said, reaching to help me climb off my chosen man and giving me another drink. Then he went on, "I'll be here, sitting on the table right by you, so don't be afraid, whatever happens. You've been wonderful, you've pleased the Spirit very well, my child, thank you."




Summoning the Rain Spirit



The mists were back, swirling around me, taking my body, pushing and coaxing me until I was on my hands and knees facing the holy man. Once more, the mist's gentle, arousing touch made me moan aloud. My breasts were even more sensitive in this position and the warm, rhythmic sucking and kneading sensations were unbelievable. Then, once more, I felt the gentle presence penetrate me, pushing slowly, growing thicker and taking me deeper with every thrust. What felt like a cool, slippery finger slid into my anus, making me squirm with the new sensation. This, too seemed to grow in girth and length with every push.

I was groaning and thrusting against this invisible but very substantial presence, realising that the mist had now stretched me wider even than my chosen man and that the pressure on my anus was now huge, too. But there was no pain at all, only unadulterated pleasure. I was so very ready to climax again, but every time I reached the edge, the pleasuring would stop, leaving me frustrated.

"Patience, my Dear." The holy man said. "It is preparing you and saving you for the Spirit. He will be here soon."

As I groaned once more, there was a flash of lightening and a rumble of thunder that shook the earth. A dark grey cloud descended on me, enveloped me. It felt at once cool and hot and it spoke in my mind. "You have done well, better than any I have chosen before. Let's see if you can please me just as well. Do you want me?"

"I will try my best, Rain Spirit." I said in my head. "I am aroused and needy for you." 

The only reply I got was a rumble of apparent pleasure as the Spirit felt the obvious truth of my words. He rippled over my whole body, feeling me all over and the sensation was even better than being touched by the mists, his acolytes. 

I was ready to scream, when I felt hot, wet sucking on my nipples while something squeezed my breasts in time with the suckling. The heat was just bearable, just short of painful but enhanced the sensations tenfold. The same scalding tugging teased my clit, then a massive, blazing shaft slid slowly into me, stretching me even further than the mists had done. I gasped and my heart beat so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest. 

After a moment during which I did my best to relax, I felt another searing, hard penetration in my anus. Again, there was a pause, during which I concentrated on the wonderful sensations that the hot 'mouths' on my breasts and clit were evoking. Theses feelings were so arousing that I arched my back into the shafts that were penetrating me and the Spirit rumbled again, a sound like the purr of a large cat.

"Move for me," he said as he pulled back and thrust into me gently. I groaned and met his movements that soon became harder and faster, stretching me to my limits, ramming deeper into me with every moment. Sweat rolled off my body and when something that felt like teeth scraped over my nipples and my clit simultaneously, I came again with a scream that left my throat sore.

"You're mine." The Spirit said, taking me hard and fast.

"I'm yours," I replied, still meeting his movements.

"I want you to scream for me again." He demanded, as the 'mouths' bit and sucked on my nipples and clit even faster and harder. Both the shafts inside me seemed to expand still more, reaching deeper than I had ever been touched before and stretched wider than I thought possible. I was so sensitive now, that just that further stretching sensation was enough to make me come again, screaming for him.

That was when I realised that the hard wood of the table was no longer bruising my knees. I opened my eyes and gasped. The cloud that was the Spirit was carrying me away, immersed in its greyness. As I took a last look at the village, the first raindrops splashed onto the parched earth. My purpose as chosen one was fulfilled. 



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 01



As most teens were, I was thirsting for sexual intercourse, and I was willing to do anything to get. Well... besides rape, of humans that is. I had just hit 18 and with the money from my various family members and my own personal funds I had decided to travel to the magical school of Densk. This school had such a high tuition that bill gates himself would have a hard time getting a spot in its classrooms. However, some wonder how it has as many students as it does, seeing how even the richest man of them all could not get in. This is because your tuition is based on your aptitude, ranging from several hundred tons of gold to free. I'm sitting there at -$1937. Unfortunately, that didn't cover travel fees, which were basically $1900. But hey! Look on the bright side, 37 dollars in my back pocket for a cheap dinner or something. The travel fees were more or less only for a protective cream that prevented pieces of my body from flying everywhere due to the rough teleportation method used to take you there. 

"So, I've arrived" I said aloud, in a cheery tone.

"Yes, you have, and you're late" croaked an old lady. My mood dropped instantly. Late already? fuck man. At least I'm wise enough to not disrespect my elders.

"Apologies ma'am. I'm Nathaniel K. Si-" I started.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, Nathaniel K. Silver, I know. From now on, I know you as Natey, Nat, or Nathan when I'm upset with you. What I don't know however, is what that "K." Stands for, care to share?" she interrupted . Well then! Alright, whatever. She knows who I am, that means she can tell me what I'm supposed to do. Might as well try to crack a joke to show her I'm relatively humorous. That's a joke in itself.

"Karismatic maybe? Karing? Krap?" That last one was horrible. I made a mental note never to use it again.

"Let's go with Krap. Alright then Nathaniel Krap Silver, Come with me." She exclaimed in a sassy voice. Wait... What? A sassy voice? I looked at her again. She was a beauty! Well, in the standards of most men anyways. Voluptuous breasts, proportional ass, nice legs, but me? I'm not really into any of that, I generally prefer a rather proportional figure, but make no mistake! I can and will enjoy a well endowed woman just as much as my normal ladies given the right circumstances. Well then, this proves she knows what she's doing. I assume that was some standard transformation magic, but you never know, she could be a professional.

"You appear surprised" She commented.

"Uh... Not at all!" I coughed. She laughed and patted me on the back. 

"That's my favorite trick! Gets the beginners every time, and gives them a little test to see if they're a little shithead or someone with some sense. Lucky for you, I think you've passed." Sweet! I already scored some points with the staff.

"So, Who are you anyways?" 

"I'm Serafina the head succubi of Densk." Wow she's the head of a- Wait. What? Succubi? Shit! 

"Surprised? You shouldn't be, you reek of horniness" Fuck, that bad huh? Well that just adds strength to my purpose of being here!

"Uhhh, Sorry?"I hope an apology will do something at least.

"No, no, no! Don't apologize, I find it quite attractive. I hope to see you somewhere in the next couple years. Maybe we can do a little something together some day if you catch my meaning." She hinted. Ooooh I could feel an erection already, threatening to burst through my jeans and into her ass. But I tucked it into my waist so that the head faced my chin. Yes I mean that literally, really into any of that, I generally prefer a rather proportional figure, but make no mistake! I can and will enjoy a well endowed woman just as much as my normal ladies given the right circumstances. Well then, this proves she knows what she's doing. I assume that was some standard transformation magic, but you never know, she could be a professional.

"You appear surprised" She commented.

"Uh... Not at all!" I coughed. She laughed and patted me on the back. 

"That's my favorite trick! Gets the beginners every time, and gives them a little test to see if they're a little shithead or someone with some sense. Lucky for you, I think you've passed." Sweet! I already scored some points with the staff.

"So, Who are you anyways?" 

"I'm Serafina the head succubi of Denskl." Wow she's the head of a- Wait. What? Succubi? Shit! 

"Surprised? You shouldn't be, you reek of horniness" Fuck, that bad huh? Well that just adds strength to my purpose of being here!

"Uhhh, Sorry?"I hope an apology will do something at least.

"No, no, no! Don't apologize, I find it quite attractive. I hope to see you somewhere in the next couple years. Maybe we can do a little something together some day if you catch my meaning." She hinted. Ooooh I could feel an erection already, threatening to burst through my jeans and into her ass. But I tucked it into my waist so that the head faced my chin. Yes I mean that literally, ed with a wry smile. Shit! My precum had drenched my shirt. She snapped her fingers and my shirt was dry, and on her hand there was a puddle of a slightly white transparent fluid, and... Oooohhhhhhh! She drank it!

"Oooh a Virgin's semen, delicious, even if it's only precum." I blushed.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 02



We arrived at a neat looking room with a king sized bed with a nightstand, a comfy looking couch, a tv, a router, and last but not least bookshelves. These bookshelves contained various volumes such as 'Summoning for beginners' and 'Easy spirits to summon'.

"How'd you know what books I would have wanted?" I asked.

"Simple! I didn't. The bookshelf has been enchanted to acquire books of whatever knowledge you might want that you are allowed to have. Here is your room where you will do all of your studying, I can tell you're the type of person who would want to learn everything at your own speedy pace. Magic's not that hard anyways." Sweet, Magic's not hard? Hopefully that's not just her trying to raise my hopes or something like that. Actually, now that I think of that, they paid me to come here! I'm going to be hella good at magic, fuck yeah! 

"Thanks for the help Serafina, expect me to contact you again soon!" I said with a broad smile.

"Woah there, hold your horses Natey. You need a way of contacting me first!" She tossed me a crystal ball which was surprisingly light. 

"Flick this three times and you'll be able to talk to me. Now then, I hope to see you soon!" She snapped her fingers twice and she was gone. Well then, this school must be pretty lax to just give me all these resources and not bother with me any further. I unpacked my bag, which contained a modem, connected wirelessly to my own personal satellite, which I made when I got bored a couple years ago, my laptop, and some clothes, enough for me to wear a different set every day. Now time to hit the books! I instantly headed for the book titled ' Summoning Spirits '. After flipping through for quite some time i finally found an excerpt on summoning succubi. 

'Summoning succubi is dangerous, but not at all difficult. All you need is semen, preferably from a virgin, and a magic circle. The magic circle and what you use to draw it is completely up to you.' it droned on about the dangers of summoning a succubi and things alike. I quickly zoomed to books about magic circles and protective clauses and magical phrases. After about 5 hours I believed that from being a simple maybe above average intellect teenager, to someone who was ready to some boss-ass high level demons and shit. I got a large board from beneath my bed, which had gotten there mysteriously, presumably from the magic of the bed to which at that point i was unaware of. And had begun drawing a 32 pointed star, which mind you wasn't even that hard I just overlapped several stars of david. The more points you have on your star the more protection you have against the demons, apparently some struggled to make even 8 points. I guess it's just part of my aptitude or whatever? I proceeded to draw a circle around the circle that contained the star. Within this ring I wrote several phrases to protect me from the succubi's dark magics and to bind her to my power. 

I had a special sort of 'floodgate' put into my penis to prevent me from ejaculating into a girl under the false hopes that I'd be able to get some sex before now, and I strongly felt that it'd be able to counter the draining my life essence through my ejaculating stuff. After I had completed the preparations I felt i was ready. I leafed through a book containing the names of succubi and images as well. I had found my target. A succubus with hair white as snow, 2 horns arcing out of her head, pale orangey tan skin, and red eyes of a fiery shade. This succubus, named Herathia was clad in this sort of armory stuff that covered a "V" shape from her crotch to her shoulders that was a pale mahogany-ish color. I spoke the summoning phrases aloud.

Come to me Herathia, I Nathan K. call upon you from your world to mine using the power of my semen to guide you and feed you through your journey!" I cast the semen on the board, it was kinda gross but whatever. Suddenly there was a pop, and there she was, apparently surprised to have suddenly been summoned after who knows how long. I made a mental promise to save my 'Virginity' for Serafina, so as quick as a snake I pushed Herathia face down on to my bed and tied both her hands together from behind with a rope I had. Hey I have kinky fantasies sometimes too, let's just say my horniness got the better of me this time. I heard a muffled cry as I pulled down my pants and she got a glimpse of my full erect penis dripping precum on to her thighs and ass. Finally, I'd be getting some pleasure from a woman! Don't tell anyone this, but I've secretly always had fantasies about wanting something other than a human. I looked at her and realized just how beautiful she actually was, the image in the book did her no justice. Her crimson eyes absolutely perfect, and her horns... Wow, those were something else. I quickly pulled aside her panties, and using clearly inhuman self control a kept myself away from her beautiful flowerlike pussy. 

I plunged my previously lubricated penis into her hot tight anus. A wave of pleasure went through me Wow. So this is what it was like to be inside a girl, an actual living breathing female. I then heard a sort of scream, and then moans of pleasure as I began to thrust. Clearly she thought that she was just humoring me and that she'd be free once I ejaculated into her and she sucked out all of my life, but boy was she wrong. Simply knowing this fact turned me on. After what felt like barely a minute I felt my orgasm come in like a firework, this sensation was driving me crazy. I grabbed her soft ass and began to lick and kiss it, carefully avoiding the spots where my precum had dripped before. I was so aroused by Herathia, She was just sooo perfect. her ass was such a pleasant feeling on my hands as soft as a brand new pillow, as malleable as memory foam. I know these are horrible comparisons, but bloody hell! It was just so amazing. Finally after 10 or so minutes I flipped her over and got a good look at her body from the front. Those breasts were like the bottom halves of water droplets, perfectly round with small perky nipples, just as I loved them, and then I got to her face. slightly teary at the eyes with those fiery sparkles, I could tell she was faking it. She was clearly enjoying this, I guess she liked it Kinky too. 

"Hey there Herathia, What did you think of my introduction?" I said reminiscing the pleasure I had felt just moments before.

"I think it felt splendid, the best I've had in who knows how long, however I don't like that you're not a pile of shriveled up carcass right now. How is that?" 

I ignored the question and went straight for a joke. "Oh? you prefer being fucked by a bunch of long sticks put together? That's unfortunate, I only have my one long stick" I laughed. As she was about to reply I quickly plunged my penis into her mouth and I could feel the vibrations of the words she was trying to say. This was better than the ass, It was moist and warm... Oops, almost passed out from the pleasure there. I grabbed her fantastic horns and began thrusting and retracting her head at the same time, So this is what it's like to finally get head huh? Much better than I expected, can't believe guys aren't talking about this 24/7! Wait... They are. OoooOoh- DAMN! Herathia's tongue had begun working with me and she had begun to stroke my shaft. I'm surprised she didn't choke because of the length of my member. I ejaculated within seconds this time choosing to blow a huge load into her mouth and pulling out and busting some onto her face. It was a sight to be had, this beautiful woman covered in my hot seed. 

"Can I speak now? That was pretty rude, very hot, but rude." Ooh so it would appear Herathia has a sense of humor as well, better start keeping a journal of succubi I like because I'm definitely not letting Herathia be my last.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 03



"Well let's see, as your master I suppooose that I can let you speak."

"Alright Maaasteeer" She said in a horribly exaggerated tone. "I'm pretty sure you've realized that I'm a master of giving head if you disregard the fact that you basically skullfucked me." 

As she said this she was lapping at the sperm that was all over her face and breasts.

She gave a content sigh "Mmm virgin semen. I didn't think a virgin would have the balls to do what you just did, hit me up again sometime and maybe we can do a little something I want?" There was a puff of smoke and she disappeared leaving behind the panties I had pulled aside when I went in for the surprise butt sex. They were transparent and orange, with a little white bow at the front, I stored them in my box of prized possessions by my hentai and pornos. I quickly tucked the box back into my backpack and shoved it under my bed. 

"This board with the circle was really helpful, though I'm not sure what the point of it was since nobody even touched it. " I said aloud to no one in particular. Suddenly I heard a knocking at my door. I went to check it out and it was a line of weebs.

"How did you summon a succubus and survive?" said one with glasses.

"What did she look like?" remarked another. 

That was basically all I could make out due to all the people talking at once. Damn, how does news spread so fast in this school? Does magic have a certain smell or something? Am I being recorded? I looked around cautiously. Nope, no cameras. that I can see at least. Finally this one guy burst through the crowd, into my room, and slammed the door, all within about 7 seconds. This guy was clearly an otaku, he had messy black hair, a bleach t-shirt and some athletic shorts on. Surprisingly he had little to no acne covering his face.

"Alright I've heard about what you've done, and I have a request for you." He paused to catch his breath, he looked pretty worn out. "How would you feel about partnering up? I have little to no magical potential but I have vaaast stores of magical knowledge and I've created the perfect formula, one that would allow someone to summon a cat girl succubus. Sadly it's not strong enough for it to be able to have sexual intercourse yet, but the fact that I'm almost there is amazing."

"Hold on there buddy, take a seat and show me your notes, you've caught my interest" I gestured over to the couch and we plopped down.

"Alright here's the script. If you chant these words a cat girl will appear, however this requires vast stores of energy because you'll be creating a succubus instead of calling one from the underworld. I dearly hope you'll be up to the task" I took a quick look at the papers, seemed easy enough I just have to envision a cat girl and go through the standard procedures changing a word here and there. 

"Alright man just gimme a sec, just in case you know summoning succubi needs a little bit of a secret ingredient, I'll be right back." I went and grabbed my backpack from under the bed and went into the bathroom and locked the door. I began to masturbate furiously to the memory of Herathia while smelling her panties. My god did they smell good, I was starting to regret not giving her my virginity, just a little bit. After a couple minutes I came out with a little container with about 2 tablespoons of jizz in it. 

"Alright gotcha," I said as I tucked the panties back into my bag.

"Yo man, I know I asked for help, but it was a little awkward hearing you grunt in there."

"My bad , My bad. Let's get this started , shall we?" I grabbed the board from where I left it from before and slapped it onto the bed.

He suddenly bursted out. "WOAH HOLY SHIT! BRO 32 POINTS? WHAT THE FUCK? Are you some sort of god or something? I can only do 4 on a good day. That shit is overkill man." Huh, so the book wasn't lying. Cool. Oh, I never got his name, might as well ask for that now. 

"Hey man, I never caught your name, what is it?"

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I'm Shinji, Shinji Loben. Nevermind me, come on let's get this started." I started to read off the notes and came back to envisioning the cat girl. Suddenly Koneko from Highshool D*D came to mind. 'She'll do for now' I thought. 

"So I basically just replace these words and follow the instructions and bam?"

He replied with a tone of certainty in his voice. "Yeah."

"Come to me Neko, I Nathan K. call upon you from nothingness to my realm using the power of my semen and imagination to guide you and feed you through your journey!" Suddenly there was a puff of smoke, I need to start getting used to this appearing and disappearing shit. Shinji gasped. "She's beautiful!" I hadn't really gotten a good look at her myself but now that I have I could see her petite figure, icey blue hair with two outstandingly cute ears poking out of her head with puffy white fur inside. On the side of her head, clipped to her hair was a little cat brooch. She was wearing an orange plaid skirt that went to her knees and a cute tan-ish long sleeved uniform coat that she had to struggle to get even her fingertips through the arm holes. with a white shirt that you could just barely see the outline of her petite breasts through. Upon this shirt was a little orange tie and a collar befitting a sailor uniform. She had some standard school uniform shoes and knee high black stockings. Her face! Ooh man I wanted to hug her so bad, and then without conscious decision I had. Finally getting to one of her best points so far, Her fuzzy thin tail, the color of her hair, and atop it was a little blue heart. She was practically radiating cuteness. 

Finally she opened her mouth and out came a little "Nyaa~?" Clearly Shinji couldn't stand just sitting there passively anymore, he said one quick phrase "Can I?" I nodded and immediately he was upon her like a storm, rubbing his frizzy hair against hers, patting her head, and tickling her ears. 

"What's your name?" Though I already knew, I decided I'd ask anyways just to see if she could talk.

"Nyaa~ Name...? Ne-Neko?" Now that she was standing, I looked at her height and realized she was only about 4 and a half feet tall, she had her right hand up in a cat paw and was purring as Shinji pet her more.

"Alright Neko, I hereby elect you as my permanent assistant, you are to follow me everywhere and listen to my orders, alright?"

"Y-Yes I understand Master I will try my best Nyaa~" She replied.

"Alright now that we've completed our deal, take her over to my room 169 some time, alright? Please?" said Shinji as he was walking out the door. God... that sounded like we were split parents and I had won custody over the child. As he was walking out the door and about to close it I called out to him "Hey thanks for the summoning info man!"



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 04



"It's getting late, I've done enough magic and summoning for one day. Just imagine that but 24 hours ago I was just some random guy and now I'm summoning entities left and right, haha." I said, but Neko wasn't listening, she was fast asleep curled up to the left of me with her arm just over halfway to the other side of my chest. I patted her head "Goodnight Neko..." I whispered as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to a pleasant feeling on my penis, the fleeting memory of a wet dream maybe? As I opened my eyes and looked down I saw Neko eagerly licking my penis. At first I had mixed feelings about this but she was just... So good, you feel?

"Neko wher-Oooh" She suddenly put the tip in her mouth and was slowly stroking my shaft with her soft tail. So she wasn't capable of sex, but was able to do some mad fellatio? Alright, I can work with this. I stroked her head and scratched her ears as she did this while praising her aloud in a dreamy voice "Oh yeah... That's good Neko, right there Mmmm..."

she stopped abruptly and began to say something. "M-Master could you do pl-please y-you know l-lick" She stopped and was fiery red from embarrassment, she then pointed at her dripping pussy. Ahh so that's what she means. I wouldn't rather have anyone else be my first time eating out a girl.

"Alright, but be warned this is my first time" I said with a sly grin. She blushed and got on top of me. She pulled down her skirt and panties, they were white and blue striped. She plopped her pussy down near my mouth and it made a cute sound as I gradually moved my mouth towards it. She had begun licking my dick again, so I went ahead. Her pussy had a pleasant texture and a sweet honey-like taste. I heard her begin making a kind of purring and moaning sound. I saw her cute anus and seeing how she never could have excreted before I assumed it would be relatively clean. I lubricated one of my fingers using the nectar from her vagina and I slowly slipped it in her anus. As I put it in I heard her yelp "M-Master N-no" She was suddenly cut off by the sounds of her own moaning and I could feel that she was aroused by the way she suddenly started sucking harder and faster. Her tail was just draped over her left ass cheek and I had begun playing with it using my free hand. She was clearly enjoying it because I could feel her pussy clench on my tongue and it was getting much, much wetter. I take it anymore, her mouth had felt a lot better than Herathia's had. Seeing as she'd be a permanent resident of this world she would need energy to maintain her form

"M-Master I'm-" She was interrupted by my voice. 

"Neko I'm coming!!" We both came at the same time, her juices freely flowing onto my face and my load filling her stomach. When she came she clenched her anus so hard I thought my finger would come off, boy would it have felt good if that was my penis instead of my finger. I'll get into that another time. I licked up all of her nectar and went to the bathroom to clean up. I beckoned to Neko to come with me. I know she's a demon an all but the laws of the body probably still apply so I gotta get her cleaned up. I got a clean towel , wet it with cool water and wiped all the stickiness of her face. 

"We'll need to get you some clothes so we can wash the ones you have later, Kay?" Seeing as my tuition and travel was technically completely covered I still have all the money that I got from my relatives. Soo... Approximately $3,000? My uncle Steve was a baller so he had thrown a huge going away party for me and gave me a fat check of $2,300 which I had promptly put into my paypal so I could spend it in stores and online with my debit card. I think I'll be able to get her some nice clothes.

"So are we going to the mall, Nyaa~?" She mewed excitedly.

"Yup, we're going to the mall" I happened to have learned some handy dandy teleportation magic that allowed me to warp to anywhere I had an up to date map for, I wouldn't want to accidentally teleport into a solid wall. Just for the dramatic effect I snapped and boom there we were in front of the shopping center. There were kiosks people everywhere, I could tell that Neko was excited because her tail was doing it's thing she does when I think she's happy. I lifted her up onto my shoulders so she could guide me to where she wanted to go. She purred , and this time I was sure she was happy. 

"Alright Neko, I explicitly grant you permission to tell me your true feelings and thoughts for the duration of your stay in my world."

"R-really, Nyaa~? Then can we go over there?" She excitedly waved her finger at an ice cream stand.

"Sure, what flavor do you want?" I asked.

"The white one!" she exclaimed. Hmm, I believe that's the first time she hasn't 'Nyaa'd' in a sentence so far. I kinda liked that, I hope she doesn't drop it completely. I went up to the guy at the stand. Bob's Family Made Ice cream eh?

"Hey, can I get a vanilla cone for her and a mint for me?

"Sure , Sure, that'll be $1 please" His voice was kinda rough but he seemed nice enough, and Only $1? It says $1 each and I ordered two, wot?

"Excuse me, I ordered two cones."

"Yeah, one for you, and one for the cutie, free of charge." Sweet! Free ice cream. 

"Alrighty, thanks man." I handed him the bill and he gave me the two cones. They were at least 4 inches high, clearly my money's worth.

"Here you go Neko" I said as I handed her the vanilla cone. She started licking it, reminding me of this morning and I could feel an erection coming up. I quickly tucked it into my waist as usual. I began licking my mint cone as well, it was pretty good!" 

"Thanksh mashter, Nyaa~" She said, in-between the licks. Alright time to do what we actually came here for. I waved towards the clothing shop and told Neko to come with me. We sat on a bench outside the shop and finished up our ice cream cones.

"Ahh that was good, I haven't had ice cream in a while."

"Nyaa, Nyaa~!" She said approvingly while nodding. We walked in and I went towards the kids section, she was barely taller than I was when I was 8.

"Go and find something you like, I'll follow you." Minutes later, we arrived at the desk with 6 skirts, all relatively the same length and appearance. Some black, some white, some lower than the knees, some higher. She also picked out a shirt that said 'I ♥ Master❣' and some other white T-shirts.

"That'll be $149.77 please." Said the clerk. Suddenly out of nowhere RANDY ORTON, RKO!! Just kidding. I saw Serafina come up out of thin air and hand me a card. On the card it said 'Densk Student Funds' in metallic silvery print. The card itself was completely black except for the bar code and the text. 

"You'll get $1,000 a month for living fees and personal endeavors, I'll speak to you outside." Said Serafina as she went towards the bench. Alright sweet, a grand a month? I can live with that. I swiped my card and grabbed the bags of clothing

"Thanks!" I called back as I sat on the bench beside Serafina.

"Alright, What do you want to talk about Serafina?"

"Well, I heard you made did your first summoning yesterday, and I can see that you've already done a second one as well from the little cat girl following you around. I must say, I'm impressed, the only person to learn as fast as you that I know would have to be the principal and it took her 3 whole days to cast her first spell, which caused an explosion in her house. Never mess with fire magic when your house is filled with paper and cloth."

"Well, I thought I was good, but that makes me feel pretty boss, thanks."

"Now let's get to the point I went all the way out here, other than to deliver the fundings card to you. I can tell you're already more than capable of handling me, and I've been thinking about you all night since yesterday. So let's hook up. She-I know this is getting old but, She snapped her fingers. and bam, just as I expected we were back in my room. I looked down to make sure Neko was still with us. Conveniently there was a newly added scratch post and other various cat toys in a little walled off corner of the room. 

"Hey Neko, why don't you go play with your new toys and try out your clothes for a while, me and Serafina have something to do." I flushed a little bit as I said this. To think that I'd get 3 attractive girls to pleasure me in less than 24 hours for my first time. I've come pretty far.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 05



We sat down on my bed and Serafina had begun undressing. 

"So do I need some magical summoning circle or something to prevent you from devouring my soul?"

She laughed at that. "No, no, I have enough self control to keep it at pleasure and a bit of semen for a snack. You're still a virgin I hope?" Yup, finally. I knew I'd lose my virginity to Serafina, but I never even hoped that it would happen so soon.

"Yeah, I saved it just for you."

"Did you now, I'm flattered." She said with a sly grin. She had just taken off her top, she had been wearing a teacher's uniform, which happened to look like every sexy teacher from every movie and anime ever. when the final button was undone her breasts spilled out like a landslide, I wouldn't even have been able to grab the entirety of both of her ginormous boobs if I tried. I'm surprised her bra didn't snap then and there. It was made of semi-transparent black lace which darkened just enough at the nipples and below so that you wouldn't be able to see them.

"Hey, help me unfasten this would you?" She pointed at the back of the bra. I eagerly went over.

A broad smile split my face. "Sure thing!" I quickly unhooked it and, once again as if it were a binder in disguise her breasts seemed to enlarge once more. She stood up, bent over and pulled down her tight black skirt that went down to her knees, I could see the garter straps and her matching black panties. Her brilliant curves were complemented by the black stockings she had on. She kicked off her 2 inch heels and removed the skirt. Then, slowly, very slowly, she unhooked the garter straps and had begun pulling down her panties, all while bent over and practically shoving it into my face. The erection I hadn't even realized I had, enlarged even more. I felt myself breaching the usual 9 inches and trying to burst over 10. Her pussy was more flowerlike than Herathia's, and impossibly, I felt it was cuter than Neko's, just barely. She had turned around and her breasts bounced once, twice, and even a third time, as she stood up fully. She then got on her knees and undid my belt. allowing the bulge of my member to show even more.

"My, what a cute erection you have," she said as she unzipped my pants, and moved aside my boxers. " I wonder what this would feel like in my pussy." I looked over her head and noticed the crystal ball at my nightstand, looks like I didn't need it at all, huh?

She suddenly grabbed my dick and began stroking it. I saw the pre-cum slide out of the tip and glaze over her hands. She stopped and sandwiched my penis between her breasts. Holy shit, they were so soft, and felt so good. It was like a goddess had begun pleasuring me. I suppose one had.

"Ooooh, that's good... Keep doing that." I moaned as she gave me a boob job. My erection was poking out of her giant breasts and she had put the tip in her mouth and was sucking it expertly using her tongue to enhance the feeling.

"Mmm, you taste good, Natey. Even better than I had expected."

Just as I was about to come she stopped sucking and rubbing her breasts against it, and quickly swapped our positions, laying herself down on my bed in the doggy style position.

"Put it in, I can't wait anymore." She was sopping wet, I could see her juices pouring out. I kneeled down for just a moment to lick off some of her pussy juice from her ass and thighs. It was sweeter than Neko's, No wonder she's head of the succubi, she trumps all of my meager experiences. Then I braced myself and plunged in my cock. I felt fireworks exploding in my brain and dick, mostly my dick. I expected the feeling to disappear within moments like it did with Herathia, but no. This lasted for at least a minute. During that minute I had the greatest, roughest sex I've ever had before, at least, I assumed it was rough since this was my first time. I grabbed her silky purple black hair with my left hand, and her left ass cheek with my right. As I was pulling her hair and slapping her ass we were both moaning in ecstasy. Every time I pulled, her ass slapped against my lower chest, every time I slapped, she cried out in pleasure. Finally when I couldn't take it anymore I busted the hugest nut I ever have before. It was at that moment I knew, I fucked up. I didn't turn seal the floodgate, but... it felt so good, having it closed would have ruined the experience anyways.

"Mmmm drinking up the semen of a virgin is the just the best thing. I've had many virgins before you, but never has one had a dick this big, or came that much into me before." Her face was just barely flushed, she was breathing heavily and moaning. I nearly passed out from exhaustion. 

"That was... the greatest... thing I've ever done... in my life. Thank you." Surprisingly she didn't suck out all my life force through my sperm and kill me.

"You're lucky I like you Natey, many men before you have been killed by my pussy." Oh thank God, I thought I was done for. I would have had a happy death though, that's a plus. Neko had just finished playing with her toys when she saw Serafina laying on her back, exhausted. She looked down at Serafina's pussy and saw that it was dripping cum. She walked over, put her head close and... Sniffed it?

-Sniff Sniff- "That's master's semen isn't it Nyaa~?" As she asked this, she didn't wait for confirmation and had begun lapping at the sperm in Serafina's pussy. Even though I just came half of my life force, I was already hard again after seeing this. At least, I thought I was. I passed out then and there. I woke up sometime at night, with Neko snoozing beside me wearing nothing but her striped panties and an office shirt that was much too big for her. I rubbed her ears and she subconsciously purred. Curious as to what she smelled like, I grabbed a little lock of her hair very gently, and sniffed it. It had a flowery aroma, as if she had been playing around in a meadow for hours. I fell asleep once more to the pleasant thoughts of flowery fields. That night I dreamt I was in a mansion, with my own harem at my beck and call.

"Good morning Master, did you sleep well Nyaa~?" Morning already?

"Yup, did you Neko?" 

"Mhm! I had a pleasant dream of Master petting me in a soft fluffy bed Nyaa~!"

My stomach grumbled, I realized I hadn't eaten anything except that ice cream in the last 24 hours. Hmm... Does Neko have to eat? I'd feel bad leaving her to go hungry.

"Hey Neko, does human world food fill you up at all?"

"Nyaa~, a little bit. b-but your s-s-semen is best for me." Surprisingly, I'm not up for any more sexual activity for now.

"Let's hold off on the sperm for now, I'm still drained from yesterday. So how about we get some breakfast?" She was partially cat, so I assume she would like meat. I flipped through the newspaper and saw that 'Top Steak, Steakhouse' was open and it had a 4 and ⅔ star rating. In their description it said they had a little teleporting room for magician patrons and had a little picture of a room. I thought about it for a second, grabbed my wallet and teleported there with Neko. It was quite a lavish room, it had a red carpet and a chandelier. There was a sign above a hallway that said 'Steakhouse' so I led us through. Finally after about a minute or so of walking we arrived in a huge well-lit room with 3 serving stations fully manned. I walked over to the nearest one and ordered us both the best steaks they had.

"That'll be a total of $80.79 please! take a seat over there." She gestured towards an empty table.

"Do you take card?"

"Yes, please swipe your card here" She pointed at the cash register. Alright cool. I swiped my card and then I walked off to our table and sat down.

"Neko, there's two seats, you don't have to sit on my lap." I wasn't bothered by it personally, but I didn't want to seem like a pervert in public.

"But Masterrr~ you're warm and you smell good, Nyaa~" That was just too cute.

"Alright, Alright. just don't make any weird sounds alright?" As I said this she purred, and rubbed her head against me. Some time later, the waiter arrived and laid our steaks down on the table.

"Wh-What's this? It smells delicious, Nyaa~!!" She grabbed her fork in a fist and began sawing at the steak haphazardly with the knife.

"Neko, here let me do it for you." I cut her steak into bite sized pieces, and did the same to mine.

She picked up the cubes of steak with her fork and quickly devoured them, I did the same. It was fantastic, the steak practically melted in my mouth, It was worth the $80 I spent on it.

"Mmm! this meat is really good, Nyaa~!!" she exclaimed.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 06



After we had finished enjoying our steaks we walked out of the steakhouse and met a mysterious man in a trench coat, fedora, and black tinted sunglasses. Unless he was hiding hair in his fedora, he appeared to be bald. He suddenly grabbed Neko and had begun running. For a moment I was concerned, and then I remembered. As Neko was my personal succubus I could simply summon her. Just to be safe, I checked if I could using one of the handy tricks I learned while reading the title Confirming your Spells . Alright, the little circle in my hand flashed green. Strangely, almost all spells involving summoning succubi and other things required a magic circle, so I quickly sketched one down using the chalk I had in my coat pocket and mumbled the words. As I was doing this I heard a masculine scream. When Neko appeared beside me there was a little bit of blood dripping from her teeth.

"H-he tried to touch me in my s-special place reserved only for you Master, so I b-bit him, Nyaa~!" She said with a blush making her comparable to a tomato. I should have known she could get back herself, but I was worried for her ya know? 

"Nyaa~ I also s-stole his wallet, just for you Master." Hmm, let's take a look at this. It was an expensive looking leather wallet. Holy shit! it was loaded with hundreds, there must be at least 10k in here! I pulled out his ID, and behind it , what appeared to be a business card flew out. I quickly snatched it and read it. 'General Oddwong, Master Pimp'. I burst out laughing, General Oddwong? What the hell kind of name is that. I showed it to Neko, and she giggled in her cute way. The pimp part was a concern though. Had he been trying to capture Neko for his prostitution ring? I shivered at the thought, my poor Neko being mindlessly fucked by random hairy men. Suddenly a thought came to mind, if Neko was my personal succubus and I had summoned her, what of Herathia? I looked down at the circle I used for summoning Neko. It was only 8 stars, but I felt like it'd be enough. I didn't have any fresh jizz with me, and didn't feel like busting a nut in public, so I tried to do without. quickly mumbling the summoning phrases I summoned Herathia. So I was right, once and they're mine? For how long? For what cost? These were all questions I wanted the answers to. I'll look it up later. She started getting weird looks, and I realized she was still only wearing her V-shaped armor. I quickly put my coat over her.Suddenly this Oddwong fellow appeared again and grabbed me as I was teleporting back to my room. When we materialized Oddwong was with us on my bed. I quickly casted a binding and bound him to the succubus summoning board. Good thing I left it on my bed. 

"So, General Oddwong, Why are you trying to snatch my girls?" He tried to punch me but he was unable to get his fist outside of the circle. When he did this I tightened the barrier.

"Let me ask you again, Why are you trying to snatch my girls?!" I boomed. 

"You damn magicians, I could have made a killing off of your girls," I tightened the circle more

"Wait, wait, please stop!" He begged. Suddenly he disappeared and in his place was a surface displaying a mysterious looking fellow wearing a mask. 

"Looks like you managed to best my clone, but I am the TRUE GENERAL ODDWONG, I will remember this, you have been warned" The screen disappeared. Huh, so now there's a crazy pimp named Oddwong after me, that's nice. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. When I went to check it there was nobody there, but there was a note on the ground. 'Report to class S in room 121 ½ at 11am tomorrow.' Hmm, speaking of going to rooms, I'll head to Shinji's, he's technically my only friend at the moment. As I was walking out the door I called for Neko to come with me. Then I remembered that Herathia was here, so I called for her too, might as well bring them both over. When we arrived at Shinji's room, 169 I knocked on the door. a couple times. 

"It's me Nathan" I called.

"One sec, lemme get dressed" I heard, coming from the room. About 30 seconds later Shinji opened the door.

"I brought my girls over to hang out" I said, simply. I saw him tearing at the eye.

"So you remembered! Thank you!" He cried. Not literally though.

"Come in, come in!" He hustled us into his room, it looked similar to mine except it had anime posters and cat girl figurines on most of the surfaces. He beckoned for us to sit down on his couch

"So who's the beauty? He said, and pointed at Herathia.

"This is my first succubus, Herathia, I brought her over to show her off." I said with a grin.

"Ah yes, she is quite fair indeed, but our dearest Neko trumps all!" He exclaimed.

"Nyaa~! Nyaa~!" Neko nodded.

"I like Shinji, Nyaa~" She said as he rubbed her ears. I wondered why Herathia has been silent all this time, suddenly I saw how dangerously thin she was. I told Shinji to watch Neko, and to not try anything weird and went off with Herathia to my room.

"You look like you need a meal." I said, and she nodded, slowly.

"I've already lost my virginity, so now we can go at it fully" I said. She nodded this time, with her energy. She took off her one-piece armor, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my pants. I got an erection just looking at her completely naked body. She started off by giving me a tittyfuck and a blowjob at the same time, she was almost as good as Serafina. As some of my precum dribbled into her mouth she began to regain a little energy. I assumed she could talk now so I asked her, "What's your favorite position?" 

"On top" She croaked. I laid down and placed her on top of me, carefully lowering all 9 inches of my dick into her pussy. I grunted and she mewed, reminding me of Neko. When the entirety of my member was inside she had begun going up and down, with my hands on her hips helping her along the way. Now that I've been in Serafina's pussy, my standards are pretty high, but unsurprisingly Herathia was up there somewhere. I could feel her juices and sweat dripping on to me. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were red. For the first time I grabbed her breasts, they weren't as big as Serafina's, but they were just big enough to fill my entire hand. She moaned as I stroked her breasts and nipples, I sat up, since I assumed it'd pleasure her, I had begun sucking on her nipples. Surprisingly I sucked out a sweet fluid, comparable with maple syrup, but thinner. At this she squealed a little bit and began moaning even louder. finally we both screamed at the same time

"I'm coming!" I drained my semen into her, careful not to give her enough to damage myself. I don't see how people die from this, I don't even need the floodgate to stop ejaculating. 

"Mmm, thank you, that was very filling. Much better than my ass, and that skull fuck from before, ey?" She said with a sly grin, this time full of energy.

"I suppose." I said, simply.

"You suppose? How mean!" She pouted. With this she disappeared once again, I guess they don't stay in this world without exact orders.

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Summoning the Succubi Pt. 07



"Well, might as well get Neko from Shinji's room" I said to no one in particular. As I was walking to his bedroom I saw him walking towards my bedroom with Neko at his side, his face flushed and pants wet. I swear, Neko better not be hurt.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well... You see..." We went to my room and he had explained everything to me. Neko had spilled the juice he gave her on his pants and she hadn't wanted to waste it. So she bent over and started licking the juice, which happened to have fell in his groin area. Shinji, having been attracted to Neko since the beginning, had immediately gotten an erection, and Neko immediately did what she was born to do. She continued licking his erection bulge and he, embarrassed to admit, had ejaculated without even direct contact. So Neko had licked it through his pants and he quickly rushed her home to me.

"I gotta say, even without direct contact, I could tell she's good, has she you know, sucked you off?" He said with a blush.

I answered with one quick and simple phrase. "69." He immediately patted me on the back, leaned in close, and... Screamed.

"H-How was it?" He asked, stuttering. 

"It was pretty good, she tasted sweet like honey, and shot me some nice compliments on the taste of my sperm."

"Wow! What a G, you can ejaculate into a succubus without her draining your lifeforce? Impressive!" Suddenly his entire mood changed, he was excited.

"Maybe someday I could let her give you a quick lick, only if she wants to though." Honestly, I didn't want his penis to touch my beloved Neko's mouth, but he deserved it, and Neko liked him.

"Really? Thanks!" He exclaimed.

"Shinji is cool, Nyaa~, he let me have some energy!" Neko said. After a few minutes of silence, Shinji realized there was no longer a reason for him to be here, so he left.

"Well See ya then." He said, as he walked out.

I realized it had gotten late. I guess I'll brush my teeth and head to sleep.

"Neko, come with me, let's brush our teeth" I led her towards the bathroom. When were there, I realized there was only one toothbrush. 

"M-master, I'm fine with sharing a toothbrush, Nyaa~" She said, and blushed. Well, if she's fine with it, whatever then. I vigorously brushed my teeth for two minutes, and when I knelt down to brush Neko's teeth as well, she suddenly blushed even more.

"S-sorry, it's just... it's an indirect k-kiss, right... Nya~?" Ever since I summoned her, she's been becoming more human in personality, I wonder if this is a normal side effect? Still, it's cute that she thinks about me like that. 

"It's fine" I said casually. After applying the toothpaste and wetting the brush, I gently brushed her teeth for about two minutes, and had begun flossing them.

"W-what's that?! ~Nyaa! Looks like a spider web!" She squeeked, with her tail on end.

"Relax, it's just dental floss, it gets out all the nasty stuff from in between your teeth." At the moment she said that I realized that you're supposed to brush your teeth after you floss, I guess it's not important for now. After she settled down I flossed her teeth, and rinsed out her mouth.

"Alright Neko, let's sleep now." I went towards the bed and beckoned to Neko to come with me.

"S-so soon Master?! It's okay if it's with you but... I'm embarrassed, Nyaa..." Christ, that's not what I meant.

"No-no-no! We're just going to sleep" She heaved a sigh of both relief and disappointment. Apparently she was perfectly fine with just sleeping beside me. She crawled onto my chest under the covers and curled herself up, after changing into her standard pajamas, my office shirt and her panties. There was a bright light, the sun, in a seemingly endless field. In this field there was me, under a tree, and beside me there was this demon-like humanoid female, appearing to be both a goddess and a devil, with her halo and white wings, along with her red claws and purple tinged skin. To top it all off she was also wearing a seductive outfit. 

"I see you are utilizing your gifts well, continue growing and visit me once you've gotten stronger, my son." Suddenly I woke up, and I was crying. I couldn't remember what my dream was about, only the thought that it made me think of my mother whom died many years ago.

Suddenly Neko appeared at my side, sleepy but clearly concerned.

"Mashter... wahsh wong Nyaa~" 

"Nothing, Neko, don't worry about it. I looked at the clock and it was 10:55 shit! Better get ready for these classes. Neko was holding out an office shirt, and I grabbed it without thinking. When I put it on, out of the corner of my eye I saw Neko was shirtless, and most definitely blushing. For once, I did as well, and tossed her the shirt I slept in. However before I did this I admired her petite figure, she had small nipples, and A cup breasts. I had felt an erection coming up, but it fell back down after I realized I needed to get back to class. She threw aside the shirt, and put on her "I love master" shirt. She proceeded to slip on her stockings, skirt, and my hoodie. I was about to tell her to stay here, but I see no reason why she can't come with me. after she hopped off the bed she put on her 'anime schoolgirl' shoes, I'm not sure what they're actually called. I asked one of the passerbys where room 121 ½ was, they told me that it there was no room 121 ½ but room 121 was the principal's office. It was 11:15, I had 15 minutes. I can check it out. Upon arriving at the office, I saw a room 121 ½ right beside it. 'What a nutjob' I thought. I walked in and there was two other students wearing similar clothing and I saw... Serafina?

"Hey, Serafina! What are you doing here?" I called to her.

"Excuse me?" Upon seeing me, realization dawned upon her.

"Oh! You're Nathaniel! I'm the principal, Katherine, Serafina's my half sister." The Principal, half sister's with a succubus? Peculiar. Wait... Doesn't that mean succubi can give birth? I busted nuts into two succubi, fuck, maybe that's not how it works? She could see the quizzical look on my face. 

"Don't worry, there's super specific conditions required to impregnate a succubus." She gestured towards a seat in the back.

"Sit over there, and by the way, you can call me Kathy." She said, casually. I sat myself down, and Neko plopped herself on my lap. I could see that I wasn't the only one with a summoned entity. both of the two students, a long black haired female, with a school uniform, and a guy beside her, who appeared to be her brother, with a mid-length black hair and similar height of 5 feet. The dude had a dog, and the chick had a cat. People had started pouring in at about 11:25

When it hit 11:30 there were about 20 students sitting at the desks, each with casual clothing or school uniforms. Kathy had started talking.

"Alright all of you, as you may have guessed, you are the elite amongst elite of Densk. Some of you long time magicians, some of you fledglings. I, the principle Katherine Gold will be teaching you all personally. Today, our first lesson will be on titles." Titles? like my "The Destroyer" title in my old roleplay group? Whatever, she'll explain. 

"If you know anybody else in this class, you might have noticed that they also have a last name based on a metal or material. The titles are : Coal, Copper, Platinum, Silver, and Gold in that order least to greatest. Don't feel bad if you are in the lower ranges, even the most inexperienced of the Coals are generally better than most. You at first inherit your rank from your family, and then it becomes skill and merit based." There were excited and disappointed murmurs from around the room. Wow, I'm pretty high up there, huh?

"To be upgraded in rank, you must surpass, or meet the requirement stated on the board behind me. Read it at your leisure." Behind her I could see that the requirement for coal was to summon a lesser familiar. So summoned beings are called familiars huh?  

Even though this lesson was only 15 minutes, she released us all after her speech. Except the doors were locked. She told everyone to socialize for a little bit before leaving. I walked up to the siblings with the familiar's seeing as they weren't talking to anyone.

"So, are you guys siblings?" I asked, casually. Timidly, the sister nodded.

"What are your names? I'-" They appeared very concerned and slightly angered, and then calmed down when they realized I meant only first names.

"I'm Nathan." I finished.

They replied one after another with the first being the brother.

"I'm Shen" and then "I'm Nami"

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Summoning the Succubi Pt. 08



Hmm... Shen and Nami huh? sounds like a ninja and a one piece character to me. I didn't know it at that time, but they had actually assumed that I was asking for their true names. True names were generally used to bind people to the will of another. Just as I was about to introduce myself they suddenly exclaimed at the same time "Platinum!" Very smugly. Well... They started it, my turn.

"I'm Nathan, Nathan Silver." I said, with a hint of pride in my voice. At that moment I became curious, platinum was worth more than silver and gold, so why was it beneath?

Suddenly they both blushed greatly and bowed down. 

"Woah woah woah, what are you guys doing? Get up!" I didn't know if it was formality or something, but I'm not going to have two of my possible friends bow to me.

"B-but you're a S-silver..." Shen croaked.. I had assumed it was because of my last name, but I was kinda hoping it was because of my manly aura or something, ya know?

"Yeah yeah, it's whatever. I can't have you guys bowing to me if I'm looking for friends." They sighed with relieved looks on their faces.

"Phew, at least you're not a douche" Said Nami. At this Shen thwacked her on the back of the head. When she recoiled from the blow, I noticed the size of her breasts as they bounced. Definitely D's, and they were looking pretty firm at that. I wouldn't mind slithering my way into her pants, if you catch my meaning.

"Sorry about Nami, she's not normally like this." He bowed. I lifted up his shoulders and forced him to stand straight.

"Don't worry, I'm not a douche, I prefer casual people." He loosened up after I said this. Nami laughed a little. So it would appear that Shen is the uptight one and Nami is pretty chill, huh? I decided to show off, it was only 5 minutes until she would release us anyways. I walked up to the classroom door, braced myself, and muttered a relatively advanced release spell. She hadn't tried that hard to keep us in. Thank god for the Spells that might come in handy tome. When I released the lock, there was a sudden chill throughout the room that caused everyone to look at me. 

"Oops?" I mumbled. Hmm, I think I saw a little excerpt about this effect somewhere in one of the various books. I hoped it wasn't a big deal. Suddenly there was someone behind me. 

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Someone trying to undermine my authority maybe?" Said a voice behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Kathy. 

"Oops?" I repeated. She flicked me on the forehead and everyone squealed. I felt a slight discomfort, but it wasn't really a big deal. Maybe I looked different? I quickly pulled my smartphone out of my pocket and looked at the screen. Nope, still human, still lookin' good. Suddenly there were sighs of relief.

"Hmm, I knew you were good, but that was impressive." She explained it to me. Apparently it was a common move for teachers to imbue a flick with a large amount of magic energy to punish a misbehaving student, and it appeared that she hadn't put enough power in it to significantly affect me, having underestimated my natural ability.

"I'll go full force this time, I think you can handle it." Suddenly, everyone ran to stop her but they were too late. My vision flickered once, twice, then a third time, and I felt weak, but after a minute or two I was fine and dandy... I think. I was suddenly in my bedroom, going through almost the exact things I did with Serafina, except this time, I had a feeling that it was Kathy. We did the original blowjob, titty fuck, and finally the blessed vaginal sex. I had thought it would end there, but no, it kept going. She threw herself chest first on to the bed, and told me to penetrate her. It all felt real, so I assumed this was a lucid dream, one of the happy rarities of my life. I quickly complied, ready to slip into her tight wet pussy. However this time, it was covered. So as I did with Herathia, I slipped in that anal cavity. It felt different than it had before, not for the worse though. Definitely much better. I apologized mentally to Herathia. She was tight, really tight, I thought my dick would get crushed. But the pressure constantly changed, as if it knew exactly where it would feel the best. The precum and the juices from her pussy had made the walls smooth, warm, and slippery.. She moaned similarly to Serafina, but different, just slightly. I was about to start thrusting when I awoke. Kathy was breathing heavily and slightly flushed, as was I. The whole class was looking at us, I checked my phone. It had only been 5 minutes.

"Woah! Dude we thought you were dead, a full force blast from Ms. Katherine? I thought you'd be a pile of ashes." Said a blonde guy wearing glasses. Nami walked over and gave me a brief physical examination, she massaged my arms, legs, and neck.

"You're A-Okay, surprisingly" She said. Everything except the chair I was on, and the ground beneath Kathy was in splinters. I must have some pretty sick innate abilities if she was able to rend the very space I was in, leaving me perfectly fine.

"Well, I'd give you Gold status right now, but unfortunately I don't have the privilege" She said, with a slightly bewildered look in her eye. Already at the top? What's there for me to work for than? She walked by me dismissed the class, I heard a whisper in my ear. 

"You have the potential to become a demon lord, a class unknown to the general public, see me in my office later." I was surprised, as there was nobody there when I heard the whisper, but it was in Kathy's voice. After the danger had passed, I wondered where Neko had been this entire time. I looked around and saw the window. Neko was in a tree swiping a bird, she was on a branch barely 3 inches in circumference. I saw a crack on the branch, I knew I had to act, and act fast. I quickly cast some temporary muscle enhancement spells, and dashed towards the window. When I threw it open I saw a little splinter fly out of the frame. I dashed out and grabbed Neko, She wasn't able to cast spells, as she wasn't a normal magical being, but a new succubus. As we were falling I realized just how high we were, I could hardly see the people on the campus, just ants in the distance. I thought about the tree and looked to my left. It was huge! at least a thousand feet high from my vague perceptions. I quickly thought about the muscle augmentation spells, and various transformation spells I read about. I summoned some purely cosmetic phantasmal wings, and augmented them in strength, Having none of its own I continually pumped them with power, until they were in the form of no longer transparent huge black bat wings, complete with claws at the ends. I had no idea how to use these. Fuck! I dismissed the wings, there were only moments till I hit the ground, and I quickly devised a method of levitation. I floated slowly, as to not drop Neko, and to not make myself throw up. I looked around and eventually found the opened window with tons of people gaping out in horror.

"Excuse me!" I gasped. They quickly moved aside and I walked in.

"Quite the spectacle you made there" Mentioned Nami.

"Damn Nathan! Where'd you learn that?" proclaimed a no longer held back Shen. That was enough action for one day. Ignoring all the people trying to talk to me, I dredged back to me room with Neko, opened the door, and laid her down on my bed. I walked back to the door and closed it. Finally, with the last of my energy I threw myself onto my bed and passed out.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 09



I once again awoke to Neko's special treatment, the feeling of her soft, moist tongue along the head of my penis. I was thankful that it was a cute and kind cat girl I summoned that day, instead of one with less desirable traits. I patted her head, and rubbed her ears to these thoughts. I could feel the vibrations in her purring throat as she attempted to fit my member into her mouth. I could see her struggling, along with her teary eyes, which never seemed to stay the same color. When she first arrived, they were brown, at the current time being, they were a kind, warm blue. Realizing she'd never be able to succeed in deepthroating even half of it, she had begun to work at it with her hands and tail. I could get use to this every morning. After a short 10 minutes I couldn't stand the pleasure, and the simple thought of Neko. I busted into her mouth, recognizing her need for sustenance.

"Thanksh, Mashter, Nyaa~" She said, while lapping at the remaining semen on my penis. As if suddenly remembering something important she began to speak again.

"Did you sleep well, Master, Nyaa~?" I nodded, still slightly dazed from the pleasure moments before. The answer seemed to satisfy her, and she rolled back onto my chest, from her position below my waste. 

"What time is it?" I asked. I hoped to have enough time to talk to Kathy before the classes started.

"8:06, Nyaa~" She said, simply. Good, I had some time. I gently nudged her off of me and went about my morning routine of brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and playing with Neko. I could hardly resist, now that she had the play center in the corner of my room. It was unbelievably cute when she would bat at the mouse on the string, and chase the laser. After about 30 minutes when we were done playing and exhausted I went to sit on the couch. Neko went to her usual position with her head on my lap. Her furry tail was casually dancing about signifying that she has happy and content. I stroked her head and belly, hoping that she would be similar to a normal cat. Luckily, she reacted positively and purred, even deeper than usual. I could tell she enjoyed it. Wearing what she fell asleep in, Neko followed me to the principal's office where I had assumed Kathy would be. I knocked on the door, and heard a brief shuffling sound coming from the room, and a call of "Just a minute!" in a voice that sounded like Kathy's. When she opened the door and greeted me she looked down at Neko "Quite the cute familiar you have there Nathan, what's her name?" She asked.

"Neko, she's a real gem" I replied. She beckoned us over to her desk, where she sat me and Neko down side by side, and sat behind it herself in a comfy looking leather office chair. After a couple seconds, I realized she was waiting for me to ask a question.

"Why is Platinum before Silver and Gold?" I asked. As if she was expecting me to ask this, she immediately responded

"That's what they always ask." She said with a smile.

"You see, the rank system was founded by John Flamel, whom was a popular gold seller at the time, however when platinum was discovered his business dropped because platinum was rarer, stronger, and it was a sign of high status if you had the newest jewelry. He had been the first to learn of transmuting common metals to gold, but it exhausted him greatly, and he could not for the life of him discover how to transmute metals into platinum. After coming up with the rank system, he was very petty and placed Platinum, before the ranks of Silver and Gold. However he was unable to completely ignore the worth of Platinum, so he put it after Coal and Copper." She finished. I was kind of disappointed and excited at the same time by the answer. What a scandal! Now time to look into that Demon Lord status stuff.

"So, you mentioned being a Demon Lord candidate or whatever, is it as awesome as it sounds?" She got very serious. "It's not awesome, the Demon Lord candidates are the strongest magical users around the globe, my father attempted to become a Demon Lord but couldn't handle the initiation tests, he instantly burst into flames, due to having used more magical power than he had in his reservoir. Many try to obtain the status, but hardly any of them actually do. It's like a genocide for conceited mages." I quickly apologized, but in a sense, it was as awesome as I thought, huh? 

"There's only two recorded in history who have ever started out as average mages and made it to Demon Lord status, and they spent many decades honing their abilities. Those who become Demon Lords are morphed into a half human, able to switch between their forms at will. They gain their own realm, and are taught by the current Demon Lords the secret of extending their lifespan, which they swear a blood oath not to reveal. Nobody knows who established the Demon Lords, the magic used for the rituals lost in time millenia ago. Before the early 18th century, the ritual was seen as sacrificing your soul to the devil, and the church had prevented any from attempting it, however magical breakthroughs had determined that it was actually a spell, nobody knew what for though. Until Flamel came up with a theory. His theory came from the immense magical presence he felt at the altar, seemingly strong enough to destroy the planet. It stated that he who could survive the ritual would be granted power beyond belief, He was on the right track, however he didn't know the ritual. So he went about testing the altar until he finally figured something out, it was at his 90th birthday that he was beginning to give up for he would soon die. He risked it all by feeding the vast stores of energy, a one shot move. If he failed his death would have accomplished nothing. He then heard a ghastly whisper telling him of the Demon Lords." She finished.

"Okay soo... is he still alive?" She looked around, as if making sure me and Neko were the only ones in the room. Very slowly she nodded. Then she shooed me off and told me there were no classes today. My second day and already getting excused absences? Alright then. I decided to visit Shinji since I had a whole day off today. As I was about to knock on his door, it flew open and Shinji ran right into me.

"Ouch... What the hell?!" He yelled. Then he saw it was me and he calmed down.

"Yo!! I was about to fetch you! Come inside and help me with this would you?" I motioned towards the room. Me and Neko walked in. In the center of his room there was a chalk board and a little container of white fluid, and various papers beside it. I instantly knew they he was trying to summon a succubus, I was excited. Damn right I'll help him!

"Alright man, help me summon a cat girl would you? I've completed the formula to allow it to create an adult cat girl." He said eagerly.

"Sure man! need me to sketch you some stars?" He nodded, clearly excited. I drew him a quick 10 point star, hoping it'd be enough.

"Wow thanks man! This is just what I needed" There were already rings around the chalkboard, so I didn't need to help him with that. 

"Excuse me" He coughed. I stepped aside as he dash the contents of the container on the board and spoke the chant.

"Come to me Noire, I Shinji H. call upon you from nothingness to my realm using the power of my semen and imagination to guide you and feed you through your journey!" Noire, wasn't that german for black or something? I could tell he had a goal in mind, because an attractive looking cat woman appeared before him and he was bubbling with excitement. She had fine black hair that went down to her thighs, two perky ears atop her head, with white fluff, golden eyes, and a long black tail, covered in soft looking fur. She was wearing red rimmed glasses, most likely non-prescription, a white lace shirt with a cute pink ribbon on the front, a red skirt, and a cute winter school uniform coat. She was half a foot taller than Neko. Since it was Shinji's succubus this time, he didn't need to ask my permission. He immediately dashed at her, rubbing her ears, and head. She quickly settled down upon his lap on the couch, curled up like a cat. He rubbed her stomach and she purred. I was pretty excited myself, I mean this guy helped me get my precious Neko, and he was finally getting himself a fine succubus. I should leave him in peace with his new love. As I waved goodbye and walked out the door I could hear him playing with her.

"Who's a good girl?" He said.

"Noire! Miaou~!" She purred.

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Thanks for the comments and constructive criticism! -Erotic Kappa



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 10



We finally arrived back at my room. I assumed Herathia would be lonely with her owner not summoning her for days on end, so I decided to check myself. I quickly set up the board, and like last time I summoned her, I didn't use semen. It didn't work. What the hell? Suddenly there was a puff of smoke, this time I didn't flinch, but instead of Herathia I saw an apparition of ... Odd wang was it?

"What's up Off Wang?" I asked. He scowled at the mispronunciation of his name.

"That's ODDWONG to you, Nathaniel Silver. Oddwong GOLD!" Oh? So he was a gold?

"So Wang, what do you need from me?" This angered him even further.

"You will call me Oddwong, or whorathia will die." Now this, this made me mad. Herathia was my first succubi. As if he could feel the strength of my emotions Oddwong suddenly backed down.

"You've made an enemy of my corporation Nathaniel, and for this you will pay." He disappeared.

Fuck! They've got Herathia! I was sweating and slightly shaking. Neko rubbed her head against my chest.

"What's wrong, Nyaa~?!" Neko asked, appearing very concerned. I rubbed her head.

"I'm fine Neko, but they have Herathia." Neko had a curious expression on her face, and then as if she remembered something she was once again very concerned.

"Herathia was pretty girl with the white hair right, Nyaa~?" I nodded.

"Oh no! She shared some of her stories with me of master, Nyaa~" She said, with a sad expression on her face.

"Don't worry Neko, I'll get her back somehow." I ran over to the bookshelves, luckily they had switched and at the very top right there was a book. 'Tracking for beginners' I immediately opened up the book and leafed through it. After several minutes I got to a page that said how to track a living entity. 

"First, you must create a circle with exactly 13 points, this is no easy task. You must be very careful not to expend too much of your magical energy so that you do not die, the farther the entity, and the stronger the field coating them the harder it will be for this process. After you have created your circle you must have an extreme want to find whatever or whoever you are looking for. Inside this circle you will place something that belongs to them, and burn it over a map." I read aloud. I quickly went to the next book along 'A Map of Densk'. It wasn't a huge book, just a relatively large folded up map. I quickly sketched the circle and the star on the backside of my succubus board. I then laid the map and Herathia's panties on top of it. I didn't have anything of Oddwang's so this would have to do. I held up the panties and muttered a quick fire spell that I recently learned, while thinking of wanting to find Herathia. 

The ashes started to blow towards a spot on the map, as if there was a wind within the room. Thinking that I needn't waste the panties I quickly snipped off the singed pieces and replaced it in it's place in my backpack. The ashes were atop of a blank space on the map, and they were surprisingly the same temperature as the room. Thinking that I had no time to waste, I tried to think of some innovative magic ideas. I thought of covering some clothing in magic circles and having many pockets full of reagents. It was a good enough idea so I quickly teleported down to the shop that I had purchased Neko's clothes from and asked a nearby salesperson where I could get some gloves, and a many pocketed trench coat. She gave me a quizzical look and led me to the costumes section. I grabbed what I needed, paid, and left. Upon returning to my place I loaded my pockets with chalk, markers, pencils, paper, and my wallet. Using an ink pen and my considerably need handwriting I sketched runes of physical empowerment on my 'leather' gloves. I also enchanted my cloak to become invisible at will, that was a tricky one, I needed help from Shinji to do it. Feeling ready enough I asked Shinji where the blank space of the map was, as I was new to the area. He nearly choked when he told me where it was.

"Shibou Alley" He said. Shibou Alley, huh? I vaguely recall from my study of japanese textbooks that that meant... death? Looks like I need to be extra careful here. I pulled up the area around it on my phone, and before Shinji could interject I teleported to the pawn shop beside the alley. I walked in and asked the clerk, which happened to be a beauty the directions to this Shibou Alley. She sighed and said that I'd need to pay a price for the info.

"It's a shame that you're going to your death, I wouldn't want to miss out on a man as handsome as yourself, you'll have to do me some 'special' favors for me to tell you the directions.." She said with an alluring grin as she gestured towards the back. She had dirty blonde hair, and decent sized breasts. What she had on at the time didn't matter because as soon as she locked up the shop and pulled me to the back she stripped it off. She had velvet red lingerie on with intricate flower designs. I knew I was above average, but for someone to practically throw herself at me I would have to be pretty damn hot. She did me the favor of unbuckling my belt and pulling down my jeans. Luckily I decided to wear my plain black bockers instead of the FBI ones this morning. As I was used to sex demons she couldn't really compare, so I was still relatively flaccid. 

"Aww, am I not good enough for you? Looks like I'll have to use my special techniques." She was still wearing her semi-transparent black leggings. After pulling down my boxers she sat me back against the bed and plopped herself on top of me, with her ass almost on top of my abs. She slipped my semi-erect penis in-between her thighs and began going up and down with her legs and hands. This was a new experience, not quite as good as Serafina's pussy, or Herathia's ass, but nevertheless pleasurable. I hadn't realized until now, but her skin was unbelievably soft, we didn't even need lube to do this. As I began to help her out by lifting her up and down with the help of the physical empowerment runes the real pleasure started kicking in. I felt her hot thighs tightening and loosening their grip on my penis, and the opening of her vagina oozing fluids onto my dick. After several minutes of this she saw my penis begin to throb even more and laid herself back. She started playing with my penis using her feet, caressing them with warmth. 

When I was about to ejaculate she plunged my erection into her pussy. I came inside her, forgetting the consequence of pregnancy. I suddenly felt like I was getting weaker, and I heard her scream and pass out. I could see horns beginning to protrude from her head, and a thin whip-like tail sprout out of the lower region of her back. Shit, she was a succubus? I guess I overloaded her with my energy? I redressed myself, and not wanting to just leave her there I threw a blanket over her. When I walked out of the store I couldn't believe how stupid I was, there was a crooked sign that said 'Shibou Alley' Right beside the shop. It was actually an alley, I pranced in with swagger, I had already survived one of their attempts to kill me. I cloaked myself with invisibility and wandered about. I closed my eyes, and attempted to 'sense' Herathia, we were bound in a magical contract, so why not. I felt a strong connection behind me, and quickly whirled around to find... Neko?

"Neko, what are you doing here?" She quickly dashed behind a telephone pole.

"I know you're here, I just saw you."

"Nyaa~, I'm worried about you Master" How cute! I guess I'll let her come along.

"Alright, then stay close so I don't have to worry about someone snatching you." I tucked her under my cloak so that she too would be invisible. I closed my eyes and tried to feel for Herathia again. I could feel her, vaguely, from behind the long walls beside me. I was pissed and didn't consider the consequences. I braced myself and punched through the wall. I expected it to shatter, but not like this. It was actually a one way mirror with a brick design on the back, and there were at least 20 armed men behind it. Luckily I was still invisible, so I Held on to Neko, and pulled myself up the real wall.

"Shit where'd he go?"

"I just saw him!"

"Spread out!"

After they dispersed to look for me, I saw Herathia gagged and and a disgusting man attempting to penetrate her.

By this time, there was practically steam coming out of my ears, I was willing to do anything for Herathia, for whatever reason. I went up to the man and I socked him in the face. It wasn't a knockout punch, in my rage I had forgotten to take off my gloves and realized the poor man, no matter how disgusting he was, didn't deserve to die like this. I quickly attempted to recall the healing magic that I learned from one of the books.

"Don't, he's already gone" Said Herathia. Surprisingly, I wasn't hugely concerned that I had just taken a life, like I thought I would be if the time ever came that I would have to. I nodded and picked her up.

"Are you alright? I asked her. 

"I am, but Neko doesn't appear to be." She replied. Shit, Neko! I quickly turned around and saw that she was being held at gunpoint. I heard them pull the trigger. No! Suddenly, time stopped. I saw the bullet just barely hit her head, a small dribble of blood floating beside her head. She was still alive, I quickly pulled her away from the men and punched them all in the face, there was an indent of my fist on their heads, but there was no blood or motion other than that. I ran back to Herathia and time suddenly started again, there was a small bloody scratch on Neko's head. She'd be alright, I hope. I quickly teleported back to the home grasping Herathia, I messed up the spell once, but they weren't fast enough to get me anyways. We were on my bed and I quickly rushed Neko to the school hospital.

Shinji's View:

My fully developed Cat girl, Noire has displayed slight signs of deterioration due to my not having the guts to try anything, finally it is my time. She has been working as my secretary for a while, so I'm going for one of those office sex scenes with my super attractive Noire. Having discussed this before, she's pretending that she's just going about her daily work, and I'm going to penetrate her ironically doggy style, over her desk which she has cleared beforehand. She was wearing one of the Chinese style skirts that split almost all the way to her panties. I quickly rushed in from behind her, I draped aside her skirt, which happened to go down to her ankles to reveal her black lace lingerie. She was blushing at this point, even knowing that it was just role play she was very excited as well. I had no such limitation as Nate, so I quickly unbuckled my pants, slid aside the thin fabric covering her flower, and plunged myself in. It was at this moment that we both lost our virginity in the most pleasurable ways possible. I kept pumping as we moaned, louder and louder as the pleasure increased. I rubbed her tail against my face, spelled it, it was completely her scent and feel. Her sweet juices were dripping out on to the carpet. I had researched the process of making a succubus pregnant, I was fully prepared and willing to have a child with Noire. Using a combination of her juices and sperm I prepared beforehand I quickly drew a pentagram on her back using the mixture and said

"Enable pregnancy!" I quickly came inside of her, and she screamed aloud that she was as well.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 11



We were in the emergency room, although it wasn't anything serious. Neko just passed out from the shock of moving at a high speed that she wasn't used to. All she had to remember the incident by was the little band-aid covered in kittens that she had on her head. Since it was nothing serious the doctor dismissed us and told us to stay safe.

"Hmm, I've never visited this part of the school before" I said, to no one in particular. It had huge stainless windows on both sides, each seemed to show the outside surface, but I knew that we were on the higher floors. After wearing this gear to the confrontation of Wang's men, I had grown quite fond of it and decided that it would be my permanent attire. I was still slightly curious as to the stopping of time, but for now I had other things to worry about, like sleep for example. I walked by Shinji's door to get back to my room, and decided to check in and see what he's up to. Forgetting that I was still invisible, I walked right into his room since the door was opened. I saw him and Noire watching a bondage porno on his flatscreen. I could tell that Shinji's fantasies involved being the kind, gentle master. While Noire on the other hand, was most likely interested in that kinky shit. After I saw Noire casual slip her hands into his pants I backed out and quietly closed the door. I finally made it back to my room with Herathia and Neko. Hm, what to do about Herathia? Should I have her stay with me?

"Hey Neko, what do you think we should do with Herathia?" She thought about it for a moment.

"I think Herathia should stay with us, Nyaa~ she's really cool!" Well, Neko seems to enjoy the company, and she needs someone to watch over her when I do things, so I suppose.

"Well then Herathia, would you like to stay in our world, or go back to wherever?" She immediately agreed to stay.

"I'm thirsty" She said. I could tell she didn't want just any drink. 

"Alright, Alright, where do you want to do it?" I asked.

"Well, How about doggy on the couch?" She replied. I had been fantasizing about doggy for a while, hmm. Herathia's more beautiful than any woman I could come up with anyways. She bent over on the couch and looked at me expectantly. I told Neko to have fun in her playcenter and I got right to taking off my pants. This time, there would be no foreplay as she was already wet enough for penetration. I suddenly smelled a rather unpleasant smell, and realized it was because I hadn't showered in days.

"Hey, can we take this to the shower? It has a seat enchanted by magic to stay dry, and I smell like shit." She got up and shrugged. I led her to the shower and started it up. After undressing and giving it a moment to warm up, me and Herathia slipped in. She laid herself down, ass in the air on the seat. I could see her elevated upper body due to the size of her breasts. The showerhead was pouring hot water on to the both of us. The water accentuated her perfect curves, and gave her skin a brilliant shine. 

"Bon Apetite" I said as I grabbed my massive erection and penetrated her. My eyes were closed upon entry, and it was a different feeling then I had expected. Pleasurable but different. I opened my eyes and saw that because of the water, my dick had slipped into her ass. Here we are again, I thought. I could see underneath Herathia's hair that her face was red and she was quietly moaning. I grabbed one of her horns with my left hand, and her ass with my right. Her horns were very strong and sturdy, an excellent handhold to pull her closer to me. I continued pounding her, the walls of her ass caressing my member and ever changing in texture. Her horns were getting hotter, and her she was pressing herself back onto my dick every time I shoved her away with her ass. We were in a beautiful harmony. Finally she reached back and removed my erection, I knew what she was going to do. She guided it towards her vagina and powerfully backed herself up on it. The force made me stagger back a couple inches. She had moved the seat closer to the wall, and was giving me a completely hands free experience. I took this as an opportunity to feel her up. I grabbed her hips, and started helping her out. She yelped at the sudden huge increase of speed.

"I'm cumming!" She screamed. I merely nodded as she was facing me, her face completely red. We both came at the same time. For a moment, we laid together on the seat, for it had magically extended and we looked each other in the eyes. Suddenly she closed the gap between our faces and began to kiss me passionately, this being my first kiss I allowed her to lead. It was a strange feeling, every moment we kissed a wave of warmth blew through me. After what seemed like an eternity we left the shower. My fingers were all wrinkly from the prolonged water exposure, but Herathia was a-ok. As soon as I was completely dressed, there was a knock at the door.

"Coming!" I called. I walked to the door and opened it. Instead of a person, there was a calico cat at the door, with a letter in his mouth. He dropped it at my feet and ran off. I picked up the letter and opened it up. The ink was slightly smudged from the water droplets falling from my hair, but the words were still completely legible.

"You will fight in the arena a month from now at dusk, you'd best prepare yourself." I read aloud. It was signed D.L, Satan. DL? Like download? I wasn't overly concerned, as it could be a prank or something of the sort, but I decided to ask Kathy about it anyways. I told Neko and Herathia to stay out of trouble and proceeded to jog down to her office. I was about to knock on the door, when it suddenly opened and Kathy burst out.

"Were you chosen?" She said, with a look of great concern. Did she mean this 'Arena'?

"Umm, maybe? For what?" I said.

"The Arena, obviously." Well then, I guess she does mean the letter.

"Uh, Yeah. I was. Who's D.L. Satan?" I replied. Her face turned paper white.

"Well, Nathaniel it would appear that L-Lord Satan himself has chosen you to be his champion at the arena." She mumbled. 

"Satan like, Lucifer? The Devil?" I couldn't believe it, Satan was real? She nodded.

"Does it have a date on it?" I showed her the letter and she quickly covered her eyes.

"The contents of the letter are for you and you alone." She said.

"Well, it says a month from now I will fight." I stated.

"We'd best get you trained quickly then, we wouldn't want to disappoint Satan." She quickly lead me to the back room, where there was someone waiting.

"Nathaniel, this is Valencia. Valencia, this is Nathaniel." She gestured towards the both of us. This Valencia character appeared bored, she was leaning back on her chair and inspecting her nails. 

"Nathaniel, I brought Valencia here to train whomever would have to fight, with two people as powerful as yourselves, we may be able to win this time." She told me. Well then, looks like I'm going to fight in some sort of battle. Valencia reminded me of Herathia, as her hair was also white. But instead of being relatively short and messy, Valencia's hair went down to her chest and was completely straight.

"Ooh! You brought me a nice one this time!" Valencia exclaimed, spitting out the toothpick she was chewing on.

"So Natey, I hope for a successful and fun relationship between us in this next month!" She said as she patted me on the back and shook my hand. She was close enough for me to be able to feel her breasts pressing against my chest, she was about 6 inches shorter than me, at a solid 6 foot 2. They were extremely soft, surprisingly I could feel her nipples, even through her shirt. I was completely enticed by her appearance and figure, she had breasts just as big as Herathia's, and twice as soft! Even while wearing clothes! Suddenly I snapped back into reality when I was punched hard in the stomach. I was blown back several feet.

"How about you get as strong as me, before you try to take me, eh?" She said. I blushed a little, and then regained my composure. 

"Wow, even if I didn't even use half of my strength, I expected you to slam against the wall at least. Not bad for a complete novice." She stated, simply. Wow, ouch. After I regained my wind, I got back up.

"Can you teach me how to block before you decide to break my ribs?" I joked. She laughed loudly at this.

"Sure, just teach me how to calm that thing down and we'll be fine." She laughed as she gestured towards my erection. Oops. 

She shooed Kathy out of the room.

"Kathy, this is going to be our first lesson, and I can't let you knowing my combat secrets!" She said.

"Alright bud, I can't have you distracted by my beautiful figure during training, let's let loose some of that testosterone, shall we? Don't worry about contraceptives, I've got a handy spell to block the combination of the eggs and sperms." Oh wow, getting laid twice within an hour? I must be some kind of stud. However, and hour was enough. I was already raring to go. She threw me onto a chair. and stripped. I could see that all she was wearing since the beginning was a hard leather suit, with soft breast slots? After completely taking off the suit, she knelt down and unbuckled my belt.

"I'm not really one for foreplay, but how's this?" I could see her huge muscles within her average sized figure, yet her breasts were completely soft flesh, instead of hard muscle. She pressed my erection in-between them and used her powerful arms to make it extremely tight. Even without lubricant, the smoothness and softness of her skin made it easy and very pleasurable. After several minutes of this, my dick was very sensitive and felt like it would burst if anything else touched it. She stood up, got close to me, and eased herself down on to my erection, her vagina was just moist enough to allow fluid intercourse. She wrapped her legs around me and began hoisting herself up and down using her powerful arms and her shoulders for support. Her vagina was extremely strong, presumably due to her workouts. She was about to change the pressures, and even the textures of her vagina, though being completely human. It was as if she could carry herself completely using it and my dick for support. 

"Can I touch?" I asked simply. She nodded.

"Of course." I quickly complied. As she was bringing herself up, I grabbed on to her pale breasts. They were so soft and smooth they nearly slipped from my grasp. I could see her small pink nipples, hard and protruding. I played with them a bit, using my minimal knowledge of how to pleasure a woman. Assuming once again that it would be pleasurable for my partner, I began to suck on her nipples, pulling her breasts, up as she went down, and down as she went up. At this she began to moan, looks like I found a sensitive spot. Finally when I could handle it no longer, I ejaculated right into her vagina, she once again eased herself off, and forced the rest of my semen out onto her face, using her very effective methods of giving a handjob. She swallowed it all, catching with her finger what she couldn't reach with her tongue. She had a surprised look when she licked the first bit.

"Hey, this tastes pretty good! What do you eat?" 

"Uh, food?" After completely cleaning herself off, she re-equipped her leather armor and trusted me to put my pants back on. There was a little puddle of sperm that was about to drip out of her vagina onto the floor, and she easily caught it and devoured it like the rest. 

"Alright that was lesson one, don't let your sexual desires distract you." She said as she flicked me on the forehead. She could just barely do this without standing on her toes.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 12



It was very late by the time I had gotten back to my room, so as soon as I got back, I passed out on the bed alongside Herathia and Neko who were already fast asleep. Once again I dreamed of the demoness with angel wings, and halo.

"Prove yourself worthy my son, fore we shall meet again soon." She said. We were in a setting very similar to last time, except it was night, instead of day. Strangely I could recall that I had been here before, and I had a certain feeling that I'd forget of this once again as soon as I woke up. I opened my mouth to speak, was this really Mom? As soon as the vibrations in my throat started, I was awake.

"I feel like I dreamed of something important last night, I can't quite put my finger on it." I said to Herathia, who was already awake beside me. 

"Don't worry about it, there's more important things than your dream right now, Valencia here for example." She said. What? I rubbed my eyes and looked towards where she was pointing. I nearly jumped when I saw her. She was wearing what I called 'Neko's Pajamas' ,. the office shirt and panties only. She noticed me gazing at her.

"Ah, sorry for not changing before I came, I wanted to see how my Apprentice was in the morning." said Valencia. Well then, she could have knocked. 

"Pack your shit and let's go!" She exclaimed cheerily. I looked at her feet and realized there was a suitcase. I assumed we were going somewhere for training, so I just grabbed the backpack that I had all my stuff in and went along with her.

"Good! You prepare fast, that's a start! Now then, you can only take one of them with you, I can't have you getting too distracted during our training." I groaned at this, I had to leave Herathia behind? Lame.

"Sorry Herathia, but Neko is my personal secretary, I'll hit you up when the trainings over, okay?" I called back to her. She sighed and disappeared. Valencia grabbed my shoulder and teleported. We arrived at a log cabin beside a waterfall. 

"Is this where we'll be staying?" I asked. as I was walking I stepped into the waterfall's lake on accident, it was so clear that I couldn't tell at first glance there was water. I looked around and realized Neko wasn't with us, I was about to summon her, but Valencia stopped me.

"We're going to need to do something before you bring your cute little familiar here. She brought me inside the cabin. 

"Woah!" I exclaimed. While it looked like a simple log cabin on the outside, it was actually much larger than it appeared and was like a luxury hotel room. She threw me some combat gear and told me to put it on.

"Aye aye, captain." I said. I began stripping in front of her, we've already had sex so it shouldn't be a big deal. By the time I had both my shirt and pants off she suddenly shoved me onto a conveniently located bed.

"You see, I follow the rules I established in lesson one, and you happen to be distracting me." She said. I saw that she was wearing a loose knee high skirt, with garter straps attached to her black leggings, she was wearing a sort of dress covered in sheaths. It was obviously made for combat. She threw herself on top of me and began playing with my penis before I could muster up an erection.

"As I said, I'm not one for foreplay, so let's do this." As soon as she managed to rouse my penis, she threw herself down into missionary position.

"Despite appearances, I happen to enjoy being the submissive one in sex." She said, casually. Well she may not be one for foreplay, but I'll help myself to this feast laid out before me. I began eating her out, carefully avoiding her anus, as she was a human and would have to shit sometime. I could tell she had never been given oral sex herself, as she squealed a little when I started. I was a little surprised to hear the sound coming from her, as she had established herself as tough. She had both of her hands on my head, gently stroking my hair. She was the first human whom I'd eaten out, so I wasn't surprised when her love juices tasted different than that of Neko and Herathia. It still had an intense flavor that I enjoyed, strangely reminding me of a rainforest filled with mysterious animals. I could see hints of pure white hair surrounding her vagina, I could tell she shaved regularly because they were less than a centimeter long. 

As she was moaning her heart out, I took this as an opening to plunge myself in, the cute noises she made had further aroused me. After placing both of my hands on either side of her to support myself. I gently eased in my massive erection. I felt it was bigger this time, and she realized it as well, with a surprised look on her slightly flushed face. I began pumping in earnest. My saliva, mixed with her juices made her much wetter than when we first went at it. My dick was practically slipping in and out, I could feel no friction. Only her hot walls and the moisture. I wasn't particularly a leg man myself, but it wouldn't take one to notice how excellent her thighs were. 

They were very smooth, and I could see the muscle hiding underneath the soft flesh. Feeling the need to increase the speed in which I was thrusting, I hauled myself up, and grabbed both of her thighs, my hands could only reach about two thirds of the way around her perfect legs. I used my arm strength to propel her away and quickly back onto my dick. Finally I could hold back no longer. I plunged myself as deep as I could inside of her, and emptied my sperm into her.. She gasped and moaned as the sperm entered her womb. She wasn't going to get pregnant... right? I pulled out, and watched as my huge load dripped from her vagina. She caught it with her cupped hands, and lapped it up. She wasn't a succubus was she? All the signs were there, she didn't get pregnant, and she drank sperm. I brought it up, and she gave me a very simple answer.

"Drinking sperm arouses me, and my eggs are dead." After putting on the combat gear she gave me, she relocated us to the back. When we arrived in the room, I learned that it was an amory.

"Alright, pick a weapon and try it out." She said. I looked around, I had often dreamed about having a bow and dual swords. I quickly picked up a shabby looking bow and equipped the quiver. I threw it over my shoulder and went to scavenge for a pair of swords. I was looking around amongst the many weapons, seeing things such as spears, and two handed swords. I even saw a stack of shurikens, however there were no guns which surprised me. Just as I was about to settle for two random swords, I found these perfect ones. They weren't much to look at, but they were a exact matching pair, and had a goldish bronze tinge to them. They had a belt with two sheaths, so I put it on and sheathed the blades. I ran back towards where Valencia was.

"Hey, I found some nice weapons!" I said. She opened her hands and told me to give them to her. She inspected them for several seconds, and then nodded in approval.

"These are excellent weapons, good choice." She said.

"Alright, come with me, first we'll test out your bow skills. She led me outside where I found several targets marked with 10-200 meters. How someone could shoot that far, I have no idea. I can't even see that far. I thought 20 meters would be a good distance, so I did what I assumed would be proper bow etiquette and loaded an arrow. there was a small groove on the wooden part, so I assumed that's where the arrow would go. The bow was already strung, so I didn't have to worry about that. I pulled back the string, closed one eye, and fired what I hoped to be a decent shot. There was a dull thud and I saw my arrow land in the ring around the center. I was pretty proud of myself, as I've never shot a bow before now.

"So, how'd I do?" I asked.

"Lucky shot, fire a couple more." Valencia replied. I complied. Repeating the process, I successfully managed to create a circle around the bullseye with arrows. All of that and I can't hit it? Bullshit. On a whim I inspected the tip of the arrows and the 10 meter bullseye. I tried as hard as I could to stick the arrow into the center, however it was simply repelled to the side. Ahah! Opposite magnets, I should have known. I jogged back over to Valencia. 

"This shit is rigged." I told her. A broad grin split her face.

"Hey you! You're pretty fast on the uptake!" She exclaimed cheerily.

"That's just one of the many more tricks I expect you to find out! Now that we've established that you're a natural at shooting a bow, let's take a look at your sword skills." She tossed me two wooden blades, approximately a foot in length each.

"Alright, I'll attack you at a snail's pace, get ready." She called to me. I adopted what I assumed was a defensive position and readied myself. She lied, I could hardly see her running at me. Right as one of her wooden swords was about to slash my arm, I parried it, and tried to attack her. Before I moved the sword even an inch from its original position she had knocked it out of my hand, sending it flying several feet away. I wasn't going to give up just yet though. Preparing myself for the worst of the pain, I went straight in for a stab at the area of her heart. My arm felt like it was torn in half. She had used a sort of slash technique to crush it, I was surprised it was still in one piece and that it wasn't broken. I immediately realized, that if she had the strength of a bear, I'd have the strength of an ant scurrying around on concrete. She nodded approvingly at my realization that I could not win.

"Good. Never try to beat an opponent you can't scratch." She said. So we continued training till the sun went down. When we were done, I was covered in bruises and famished. We went back inside the cabin and I passed out on the couch. This intense training regimen went on for a week after that day.

Shinji's PoV : Fully expecting for Noire's pregnancy to last only 60-ish days I was completely baffled when she asked me to feel the kicking of her twins, just 4 days after. I had completely disregarded the fact she was not human nor cat, but a succubus. I had no idea how long their gestation period was. I was slightly curious as to how she knew they were twins, after finally accepting that she would only be pregnant for an extremely short while. Regardless, all of that doesn't matter now. After just over a week from the day I had impregnated her, she had given birth. There was no blood or horrifying screams involved, when she was ready she simply told me to summon them. I understood, since she was my succubus, her children would automatically be mine as well, bound under the same contract. I prepared a cloth for them and drew upon it a simple circle. My own children wouldn't harm me with magic moments after they were born, would they? I used a similar ritual to Noire's summoning, just disregarding the imagination and semen parts. After I completed the ritual, there were two healthy looking catgirl babies upon the cloth. Since they were succubi, they were already beginning to mature into toddlers the moment they were born. Within minutes they were able to speak hardly coherent sentences and had the appearance of 3 year olds. Noire established them both as females, one having brown eyes to accompany her brown hair and tail, appearing to receive their eye color from me. The other having yellow eyes, apparently after Noire. Her hair was red, reminding me of an anime character. We needed no time for their names, I had already decided where I'd get them from. I named them each respectively by the color of their hair in french. Marron for brown, and Rouge for red. Two beautiful names, for two beautiful girls.



Summoning the Succubi Pt. 13



After a whole week I'm able to parry a little over half of Valencia's attacks, and I've been throwing in my own slashes and jabs here and there. Recently she's been teaching me how to implement magic into my combat, the first method being the gloves which I already created for myself, and the second one being my favorite. She said it required immense concentration, but it's surprisingly easy for me to pull it off, she calls it the cloning technique. It basically splits your consciousness into two bodies of equal physical strength, but only half the magical capability. She said she was unable to completely master the technique herself as she was no longer at the peak of her ability. We're starting today's training, she's making it to be a full out test of my abilities and wants me to try my hardest, I'd willingly oblige. 

Cloning myself, I prepared to fight with both the metal blades in my hands, she had cast a spell on the edges to prevent them from being able to draw blood, but they still hurt like hell. Both me and my clone, rather me and myself got ready. We stood our preferred combat stance where we slightly crouch, hold the with the ends facing each other and the blades pointing on both our left and right. She simply stood there, I assumed that she was preparing herself to parry from two opponents at once. We both charged in preparing a sort of double slice attack. She managed to block them both by placing her blades in-between the two scissor-like attacks. I'll have to try a different tactic. One of me jumped and went for stabbing her shoulders, while the other ducked beneath and tackled her legs, it was a lot easier than I had expected it to be to get her off her feet.

"You're getting good..." She said as she tried to get up. I wasn't going to let her, as soon as was jumping back up using just the strength of her legs, we both flipped her so that she landed on her stomach. luckily we were fighting on the grass, so there was no huge dust cloud when her huge 'pillows' smashed the ground. She seemed so vulnerable and alluring, laying there with her ass in the air, and her skin-tight leather pants accentuating her curves. We hadn't had sex in 3-4 days, and I was horny as fuck right now, might as well. She looked back and saw the erections in our pants, and made no move to stop us.

"Winner has dominance over the loser." She said simply. To make sure she didn't suddenly lash out at us, we bound her hands behind her back. Double the Nate, double the pleasure I thought. Let's refer to us as Nate and Natey, so that we don't get confused here. Nate was standing in front of her, waving his erection that he pulled out around her mouth. Natey, was behind her setting her up on her knees. Nate was currently supporting her using her head and his dick in her mouth as an anchor. Now let me tell you something, thrusting with two different pelvises is quite difficult. She wasn't wearing panties as usual, so Natey went right in. I was currently under the influence of an extremely good blowjob, and her pussy. It was pure bliss. Luckily she was extremely wet, maybe she liked it kinky. 

Unfortunately since my dick is 9 inches, I'm unable to push the entirety of them into her. We remedied this by unbinding her hands, using them she started stroking the couple exposed inches of our members. Two handjobs, and double penetration from the same woman, the thought was a tad strange, but the feeling was absolutely top notch. Serafina solo would definitely beat Valencia, but when she was pleasuring me two times at once, that was a whole different story. Part of me was glad that it was consensual, the other part of me was slightly disappointed because it prefered it kinky and rape-like. Nate had taken off her top, and was currently playing with her breasts, while Natey was fingering her anus. She began to drool and become even more wet, due to all of her holes and her breasts being 'pleasured' at the same time. Ejaculating twice at the same time, let me tell you, was the greatest feeling of my life. She eagerly drank Nate's semen and her pussy rippled and absorbed the semen that I was ejaculating. We freshened up in the shower after words.

"It would appear you have mastered the dual blades, now we shall move on to the bow, which will require minimal instruction." She said. She lead me back to where we practiced archery a week before. Pulling out the bow that I had on my back since the beginning, I awaited instruction.

"Your form is flawless, however you don't have the muscle for super-far shooting yet, so shoot at the 30 meter target until your muscles fail." She ordered. Sighing, I began. At the very least I wouldn't be subject to very much pain, as she wouldn't be beating on me as I practiced. After about an hour, I couldn't even lift my bow anymore, and the 30 meter target had arrows covering the entire thing, my arrows hadn't overlapped or made contact even once. I looked around for Valencia, and heard a hammering sound around the back of the cabin. I went to see what it was, and saw that Valencia was forging blades using a huge anvil, and a surprisingly small furnace to heat the blades. I tried to wave at her, but my arms flopped uselessly at my sides. She looked up at me, and finished off the blade she was working on.

"So?" She asked. I wobbled my arms around to show that I couldn't shoot anymore. She nodded in approval. She walked up to me with a cup that I hadn't noticed she had. 

"Open your mouth." She ordered. I obeyed, I knew from experience it didn't do to disobey Valencia. She poured the liquid down my throat, and I realized that I could suddenly move my arms around again, and seemingly more freely than before. 

"For the rest of the day, you're free to go." She said, as she waved me off. I warped back to my home, only to see that it was filled with mysterious men.

"Uhh... Excuse me?!" I shouted. They all turned to look at me in unison. 

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, casually. The one closest to me began to laugh, and so did the ones around him. They opened up a sort of path to the corner of the bedroom, and I saw that they had bound Herathia and Neko, and were currently taking turns circle jerking to the pair's nude bodies. I was instantly enraged beyond belief. As if they could feel my bloodlust, they all pulled out swords. Swords in modern times? My lucky day. I instantly went at it after summoning my clone. Only two went up at once, I instantly pulverized the two, using my knives that were de-enchanted and now once again drew blood. Suddenly, they all of them gathered into three groups, and began to merge into three different figures. After they had done so, there was a japanese appearing man, wearing a kimono and wielding a katana, to his left appeared to be a crusader, wearing heavy armor and a huge broadsword, and last but not least, there was a... woman? She flat-chested, and wore a cloak of sorts and had two daggers, along with a mask covering half of her face. She also uses dual blades too huh? 

All the better for me to take revenge. I instantly engaged with the three of them, breaking my mind into three pieces to combat them all individually. The woman had engaged first, and was currently slashing at me with sluggish blows, I evaded them easily. Suddenly, quick as lightning, she had begun whirling in a circle, an attack that looked like it'd be in a cheesy action movie. Except this was no joke, She was just a blur of deadly blades, it was as if there were more blades than just two in the tornado of death. Not taking any chances, I drew my bow and easily shot her in the leg. There was a geyser of blood coming from her left thigh, and she passed out. Easing the third clone back into the halves, my strength increased because I only had to control two. During the fight with the woman, the man with the broadsword swung it at me, nearly cleaving me in two. I leapt at him attempting to shear off his head. When my blades made contact, there was a loud clang, and his head was still attached. Activating the runes of power on my gloves, I realized how painfully slow he was, compared to Valencia. I easily evaded all of his swings, and using all of my force, I sliced him in half horizontally. I'd need a shit ton of bleach to get out all of this blood. 

Finally merging all of my clones back into a singular me, the man in the kimono had begun his attack. I instantly realized that we was the strongest of the group. Thinking that I'd easily evade his slice, I waited until I saw his arm move to sidestep. However his blade dug into my defensive blade cross, which I had thrown up reflexively. Thinking not to underestimate him, I had pulled up a defensive position. I was sweating heavily, and was nervous. This man had to be on Valencia's skill level at the very least. Sheathing his sword, he began to breath deeply, with his eyes closed. I assumed he was going to do one of those quick draw things, so I retreated back, and began to load an arrow. I hadn't anticipated that his sword would be able to reach me from 10 feet away, but he let out a 'hyaa!' sound and I felt the bite of the cold steel on my left arm luckily I had already drawn and fired my bow. As the arrow flew, I saw a look of urgency in his eyes, and he simply disappeared. My vision had become foggy. I clutched my arm, and blacked out. When I woke up, Neko was licking my arm, and Herathia was attempting to apply first-aid. 

Neko's eyes were teary and she was mewing sadly.

"Mashter, I thought w-we had losht you, Nyaa..." She cried. Herathia was crying slightly, but quickly wiped away the tears. I could tell she had no idea what she was doing, because she was about to apply anti-itch cream to the huge gash. I waved it away with my right arm. Reaching into my pocket, I felt for my phone in the mess of blood. Luckily my case was waterproof, and was mostly unaffected. I speed-dialed Kathy and briefed her on what had just happened. Moments later she appeared at my room, and I had blacked out again. This time when I woke up, it was night out, and I was in what looked like a hospital room with a huge bandage around my arm. I tried to move it and yelped.

"Ow!" It hurt like hell, and there was zero motion. I looked around and realized that Herathia and Neko were sleeping by my bed, I could tell they had been watching over me since I had gotten there.



Summoning the Succubus



The room was dark and shrouded in long shadows cast by the candles sparsely dotted around the small space. The apartment was hardly the height of luxury, but this particular room seemed well kept and comfortable if bordering on 'cozy' as the landlord had so eagerly described it. The bolt upon the door had been firmly wedged into place to prevent intrusion, a thick black cloth cascading down over what were presumably blinds to ensure that the room was utterly safe from prying eyes. A smattering of books laid at the foot of the bed, open to various pages with scrawled handwriting, notes written beside archaic text and small peculiar drawings. A finger traced the page thoughtfully over the seemingly more recent English notes, taking care to make sure it was read correctly. 

It was a Grimoire, one he had started in his late teens. At the time it was nothing more than a notepad but as his interest grew so did his works. Soon it seemed only fitting to call it by the name magical tomes had been called in the past. He was barely into his twenties, yet he felt so much more mature than that. There was not much on show through the thick black material which cascaded from his shoulders, a black robe which tied at the waist by a leather belt. A deep hood shrouded his face, the candlelight gleaming and reflected in his glasses. Mid-length hair shaggily framed his face with their dark brown strands, steel-blue eyes tracing the page through his lenses. He had no real physical flaws worth mentioning and he knew this, but there was still much to be desired of his body. He was not muscular and his weight was far from what he had hoped, yet it had never been a talking point amongst his peers. He was average in his mind, although truthfully perhaps his close friends were right in saying that he was not bad-looking. Yet the girls, how they lacked in his eyes. If he tried he could surely attract someone, but why would he want to? Excessive drinkers, cheaters or just plain disinteresting were all he knew in his social circle. He wanted, no, needed, something more. With a flick of his wrist to send the sleeve covering his hand back up his wrist. His attention returned to the small construct in front of him.

Five candles lay upon a slightly dusty sheet, a deep red marking out the shape of the pentagram, so easily recognisable in its diabolic glory. A candle sat at each point, burning away with only the occasional flicker of a tiny draft. He slowly brought himself to one knee, the material somewhat rough on his bare skin underneath. He began muttering, the words clearly not English, his tone low and the syllables sounding aggressive and pointed from his lips. His eyes closed to concentrate as he continued. His eyes clenched tighter as his focus deepened, unaware that the candles now shook in a nonexistent gust. The pages did not turn on his books; the material did not as much as flutter. Slowly, the air began to become hazy with a red mist, centred in the focus of his dark symbol. It was then he smirked slightly as it became palpable on his senses. It was like a perfume, only more earthly. It was hot against his nerves yet deep, and he dared not stop his working.

The red mist formed a slender pillar within his circle, only a few feet across but now so thick it was opaque with the crimson cloud. A slender, pale foot slowly reached through the cloud, followed by a tantalising thigh. Soon the silhouette of an entire body was present emerging from the smoke like watching her emerge from a pool stood upright. What was most assuredly a 'she' was utterly curvaceous and barely hidden beneath a skin-tight black dress, hugging every contour down to the tone in her stomach and curve of her hips with a neckline which plunged until a mere inch above the parting of her thighs. The slits at each side ran not only the length of her long legs, but right up the side of her hips to her bust line. The feminine physique had hair which almost shone in the darkness, red so deep and vivid as it brushed down her back and framed the string shoulders of her dress, but from the neck down she was unashamedly bare of hair. It could only be described as a feeling of completion which led him to open his eyes, head slowly tilting up. His eyes widened at the sight of the beauty in front of him and his breathe seemed to slam into the back of his throat as any words retreated back and refused to leave his parted lips. He could only swallow before a sultry and hot voice teased quietly from the deep red lips of the pale mistress.

"I must be your first." The temptress before him commented, raising an eyebrow almost mockingly of the man knelt before her. It was as if he was hypnotised, the desire was there to gaze upon her face but his eyes were fixed upon her bust, the wide and deep valley of her chest that drew his eyes like a moth to a flame. The smoothness of her skin was assuredly unnatural, not a single blemish upon her pale hefty curves, nipples pointed blatantly through the silk-like strips holding them (if that was even the right word as they spilled liberally from either side).

"Yes, yes. I have called for your... services." He said, suddenly forcing himself to speak, only managing to gain a semblance of confidence after he repeated himself, rising to stand in front of her. His eyes finally managed to tear from her breasts only to become lost in the pitch black of her pupils, small and menacing surrounded by burning amber orbs. 

"Such confidence. And no wards, no circle of salt or amulet. Not a single piece of protection..." She mused. It was almost mocking, yet the intrigue overflowed in her voice. He had dared to speak, so directly as well. It was not asking, there was no reverence there she might have come to expect from summoners and demon-worshippers. In truth, he had none for her. He had not used any of the famous trappings for her kind for a reason. He had taken no half measures, he had called out to the darkest reaches and knew that none of those things would so much as slow the fiend down should she have the motivation. It was dangerous, and it excited him.

"I could have torn you apart in seconds..." She whispered, low and almost tickling his ear with light caresses of her lips, her flesh so hot to the touch. Her ample chest brushed his at one side as she looked him up and down beyond his sight. 

"But you didn't. How exactly would I be with you if I had locked you away?" He replied, a small smirk upon his lips. Half utter pleasure at merely her voice and tiny hint of contact and half revelling to have the audacity to speak such teasing words. Every manual ever written would urge it never to be done. 

"Very good." He said with a small laugh to herself. It almost burnt in her eyes, she liked this one. Such nerve, hints of cunning. She could not figure him merely at a glance, which was a challenge. An intriguing change. Her fingertips slowly traced his waist; the small metallic ring of the metal parting was followed by the heavy rush of the fabric from his shoulders. He wore nothing beneath the robes which now lay upon the ground around his feet, her fingertips scraping up his stomach and over his chest as she pushed him gently. He shuddered with desire, wishing at his very core her hand would have lowered, not climbed. His cock was at full attention and completely on show. It had grown painfully quickly since the moment his eyes had become entranced upon her breasts. His head gleamed with precum which coated his tip, trailing luridly down his shaft. His manhood quivered for attention, but it was not what he received. Her push only seemed gentle. The action was graceful at least, but he hit the bed with such force he could have been tackled. He looked down his body quickly, straining to see the devilish vixen past his upright shaft. He was shocked. He had never been ashamed of his size but he looked big. He had never felt so aroused. It was like his cock had swollen with it. But he did not give it more than a moment's thought as his eyes focused that one step further. It had been but the blink of an eye since she pushed him, and her seductive dress was nowhere to be seen. It was gone, leaving every curve of her athletic frame on show. Her slender fingertips failed utterly at containing her breasts as her thighs straddled him, hairless pussy lips teasingly stroking his cock as her hips rolled. He moaned out, it felt so good. She was literally dripping, it coated him and the scent of her sex was strong enough to flood the room, it was as if she had lowered herself over his face. 

A finger slid over his slit as her lips smothered the rest of his shaft against his stomach and he practically cried out, cock tensing with the urge to burst. Past girlfriends would never have complained about his endurance yet he had no say in this tryst. Without so much as a word she repeated the motion and the next thing he knew was his cum splattering over his chest in thick globes as he almost spasmed under her. He swore and moaned, knowing instantly it was not ever meant to be such an intense sensation. His mind was cloudy, to decide if it had been pleasurable or torture was simply too much effort. A look of fright crossed his face as he realised he had not softened in the slightest. His shaft was still tense with desire, hard as her lips continued to stroke along him. 

"You can't resist me." She said in a voice which almost seemed to echo inside his mind, his eyes closing as her hot lips pressed to his in a passionate and forceful kiss. Behind closed eyes all he could see was her naked form, writhing in pleasure atop of him. It was like a daydream, a fantasy playing that was too vivid to be his own in the dark, instinctive recognition against his eyelids. His eyes shot open feeling the head of his manhood in a fresh wave of heat and moisture, pressure sliding his head between her lips. In moments, his head was within her clamping walls as she slid down upon him. She had such control she did so teasingly slow, letting every inch feel that first embrace bit by bit. It made him want to call out, and oh did he try, muffled into her lips as her tongue fought into his mouth. His hips bucked off the mattress, quickly beginning to fuck her with the ferocity of an animal uncaged. Her round ass shook with the pounding of her hot, flushed lips and she moaned sensually as could be imagined. Her face contorted in pleasure, her amber eyes begged him not to stop. The nipples of her jumping breasts rubbed against his chest as her cleavage filled his view. The headboard banged sharply against the wall as her moans rose.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She desperately moaned, her back arching and bending like a cat and back to ride his cock as fast as he could slam it into her. Some sense of sanity remained as his cock once again surged with a fresh wave, attempting to pull his hips down as fast as possible. But she would not allow that. His head almost escaped her grasp before she plummeted down on him, her inner muscles squeezing to milk his cock for every drop. This burst came just as fully as the first, hands grasping her hips as he cried out almost in pain for his tensing shaft constricted within her, his body writhing uncontrollably with his orgasm. His eyes closed only to be bombarded by the images of her laid beneath him, hands upon his rear pulling him deeper between her open thighs and causing her breasts to shudder with the force, the look in her orbs one of utter pleasure, lips open in an inaudible moan.

"That's it, give it all to me!" She moaned with a shuddering voice as she almost cackled, her juices sliding down over him as he could see her thighs and abdomen shake in orgasm as she sat up, the tensing seeming to work up his cock, taking his hot seed with it. Her body glistened with his sweat. 

"Fuck me." She commanded firmly, holding herself slightly higher above his hips. Suddenly his body began to move, He could not think, it was a compulsion, an instinctual reaction. He had no control, he had to. To say he did not want to was a lie, he craved it like an addiction, he needed her. Physically though, his body screamed for respite. His cock was sensitive yet utterly solid still. It was almost enough to cause his eyes to well as he grunted and growled, his eyes fixated upon her peaks as they shook, occasionally flicking down to watch his throbbing and raw erection thump against her pussy and cause her thighs to shudder while she arched back and supported herself with her hands wrapped around his ankles. 

"Your cum, your essence, your being; give it all to me." She ushered, like a heartfelt lover. Her hips gyrated and rode hard, grinding deeply against him allowing just enough room to let him keep pounding. The next wave surged through him, tension filling his entire body as his hips leapt, burying his base inside her lips and spraying seed deep within her tight grasp. The sensation overwhelmed the senses, instantly his head began to swim, darkness creeping into his vision as breathes heavily forced themselves from his throat and the world vanished. The last thing to witness through blurry eyes and muffled hearing was cries of ecstasy, near maniacal laughter as her entire lower body contorted in violent orgasm, knees closing against his chest, cock being crushed and coated in a tide of burning fluid over his sensitive flesh.

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"UH!"

He sat bolt upright, looking around sharply, heart beating like it was trying to escape from his chest. The candles were all out, though burnt as if they had run the entire night, traces of sunlight through the blinds and black material, small specks of sunlight dancing upon the floor. He slowly peeled his cheeks from the covers, stuck with sweat and a mild staining of what he could only imagine was once a flood of feminine juices. He looked down at his cock, visibly spent and hued a sensitive red he had only come close to as a very young teen going too far with masturbation. His balls were visibly shrunken as if they had been literally emptied. Despite this shock, the smile would not fade from his face, grinning from ear to ear. He had almost expected the worst. To wake up was a blessing. To use his organ any time in the next week was almost unthinkable, but the sensation, the night was unforgettable.

He would have to attempt something similar once he had recovered.



Summoning



Perhaps the ring picked up on these thoughts without my conscious direction, while my attention was focused on what was wrong with Sam. When I turned from the closed door of the master bedroom to look into the encounter room, I was surprised to see that Frick and Frack were undergoing some sort of transformation. They flopped around on the futon, writhing as their bodies were forced to change. Their faces morphed, their eyes getting beadier and more pig-like; their noses were grew more bulbous, transforming into snouts. Whiskers sprouted from around and under their new noses, while tails started to sprout from their asses. Their fingers folded into fists, then hardened into hooves. Their voices, so high-pitched when they laughed at others’ misfortune, turned harsh and guttural as their cries turned into grunts and squeals. They were not men, nor were they pigs…they were pig-men, knowing nothing now of dungeons and dominants, only knowing the needs of pigs: to eat, to wallow, to shit…and to rut.

Even in the dim light of the encounter room, I could see Frick’s penis extending, as Frack turned over on the futon and put his ass up in the air. They both grunted eagerly as Frick approached Frack from behind…until Frack let out a high-pitched squeal as Frick drove his cock home in the other pig-man’s ass.

Not being into homo-bestiality, I pulled the door closed and left the pair to their new lives as carnival act curiosities.

Ornias paid no attention to me as I continued my Internet surfing, looking for ways to compel it to obey my commands. Despite hours leafing through web page after web page, I could find nothing substantial regarding the ring of Solomon, how to use it, or how to make an uncooperative demon obey the dictates of the one who wielded it. Sighing in frustration, I turned away from the computer…only to find Ornias grinning obscenely at me from behind its prison of light.

 “Ready to give up now, aren’t you, worm?” it hissed. “Can’t find any answers to the mystery of the ring, and so now you’re just going to quit. Typical human scum. How the likes of you ever forged a bond with the ring of Solomon, I’ll never know.”

 Forged a bond? With the ring? Did it mean when it shrunk to fit around my finger? Or did it mean something else? Since it wouldn’t answer my questions, I didn’t know if there was any way to really find out.

 Idly, I examined the last page of Sara’s journal again. Something bothered me about it, something I had put aside while dealing with the more immediate question of the ring and the demon. But, having no solution to those puzzles, I looked more closely at the symbol.

 It was well drawn and very clear, which made it likely that Sara hadn’t done it. It was also oddly discolored, a curious brown that looked more like a stain than ink. I poked it with my fingernail…

 Ornias let out a sharp hiss from inside his phantom cage.

 Startled, I looked up, but its back was still to me and I couldn’t tell what had caused it to break its sullen silence.

 I placed my finger on the page near the top of the symbol, and raked my fingernail across it from top to bottom, seeing if I could peel some of the ink from the page.

 This time, Ornias roared as if being attacked, and whirled toward me in his prison. As I looked up from the page in the journal, I was startled by the gnashing of its fangs as it beat against the walls of its cage of light, trying to get at me.

 A large scratch oozing ichor had formed, running from the top of its head to the bottom of its torso.

 I ran my fingernail across the symbol from left to right, pressing down harder this time. Before my eyes, a larger gash began to form from right to left across Ornias’ torso, and the demon screamed in agony until the wound finally stopped forming as it found the left edge of its chest.

 Wrapping its gnarled arms and claws across the new furrow that had just formed in its flesh, Ornias looked at me like an unrepentant child pouting after a spanking, its features awash in a mix of emotions – anger, defiance, pain…

 Fear.

 For the first time in days, I found reason to smile.

Leaving Frick and Frack to their piggish antics, I crossed to the door of the master bedroom and stepped inside. Sam was huddled in the middle of the immense four-post bed, crying silently.

Like the rest many rooms that uninvited guests would never see, the master bedroom was decorated in BDSM-chic. Above the bed were mirrored panels; anchored to the ceiling was a naked wooden beam, over which ropes could be thrown and tied. There were all manner of hooks and pulleys attached to the beam, which could be used for immobilizing or displaying the bound in various positions. Again, Gerry had used club funds to equip his bedroom with many different types of toys, which were either displayed openly or were within easy reach in various chests and bureaus around the room.

Sam remained ignorant of my presence, which was what I wanted for the moment. I stood at the end of the bed and looked down on him, empathizing with the pain he felt. I didn’t really have to look into his mind, as his sadness was being broadcast with such force that those without powerful supernatural forces at their command could feel it.

But I was struck by an image in the front of his mind. Sam saw himself as a kind of Pinocchio. However, instead of being a puppet boy wanting to be real, he saw himself as a fake person, a limbo person…neither male nor female. And what he wanted with all his heart was to be a real woman, one that could move forward in fulfilling the desire to be submissive to a powerful, desirable man.

Of all the people in the house on this night, Sam had always treated me decently, though he had done it as much because of his friendship with Sara than for any other reason. But, looking deeper into his mind, I saw that he genuinely liked me, and found that one time that he had worshipped my feet to be genuinely erotic…and his invitation to do it again was not in jest. He would have gladly knelt before me tonight or any other night and kissed and licked my feet until I told him to stop, and his only complaint would be being told to stop.

To this point, I had used the power of the ring in anger. But, looking at Sam huddled miserable and alone on the bed I decided one thing. If nothing else good came of this night, I would use the powers I had been given to try and make one very decent person happy.

I stepped up beside the bed and let myself become visible to Sam, then sat down beside him. He looked up in alarm, and might have tried to roll away from me on the bed if I hadn’t been sending calming thoughts into his brain through the ring. I took his hand and squeezed.

“Frustrating night, huh?” I began. “I saw you run out the encounter room. Frick and Frack on your case?”

New tears formed at the corners of Sam’s eyes. He took a couple of deep breaths and then, as if afraid his voice would fail him, simply nodded. Then, recalling all the drama surrounding Sara and Ramon and me, his eyes widened. “Daniel, you really shouldn’t be here…”

“Shhhh. I’ve already heard that from Gerry, and I told him where he could stick it. By the time we’re done here tonight, everything will be settled once and for all.” I reinforced that more soothing thoughts, and he settled back on the bed, still troubled but much less agitated.

I didn’t know exactly what to say…how to begin offering Sam the chance to live his heart’s desire. I could just change him and be done with it, but…I wanted this to be something he chose for himself, rather than have it forced upon him. At least that much I could do in the spirit of being his friend.

“Sam…do you believe in magic?” I blurted out.

He looked at me curiously from the bed. “Sometimes, I guess. Sara’s into that sort of thing, you know, and she’s occasionally given me books to read and stuff. But…magic? I don’t know.”

I squeezed his hand again and smiled. “I know what you’re saying. I suppose that, up until a few days ago, I would have said the same thing. But something’s happened to me, Sam. Something that’s wonderful in some ways, and extremely scary in others.” I lowered my voice slightly. “I’ve found true power, Sam. Mystical, mythic power. And I’ve been using it.”

Sam looked at me as if I’d lost my mind, for which I couldn’t blame him.

I stood up and pulled him easily to his feet, aided by the power of the ring. That startled him even more.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.” I lead him across the hall into the encounter room.

The demon Ornias scowled at me from its prison of light, knowing that I had found a bit of leverage upon which to open a dialogue.

 “Shall we talk, demon? Or do you prefer…?” I tapped the top of the symbol with my fingernail, hard. A gash opened above the demon’s eyes, and it screamed again in pain and frustration, clawing madly at its eyes as ichor ran into them from above. However, its manner remained defiant.

 “Puny mortal. Demons are cursed to bear the wrath of the holy, and the live in the fires of the underworld. You might have found a way to inflict pain and mark my body…but its nothing compared to the torment I have suffered at the hands of others more fearsome than you.”

 I nodded. In the thousands of years since Solomon, and in the years before then, even a minor demon such as Ornias must have been through some tough scrapes. A few scratches and cuts probably wouldn’t do much more than enrage it, and that would not get me the answers I wanted. So it was time to try something else.

 I got up from my chair, carrying the journal. “Orny my boy, I’d like to introduce you to someone very dear to my heart. Can you say ‘Frigidaire’?”

As we reentered the master bedroom, I literally had to steer Sam to the bed and push her to sit. He had been shocked at the sight of Frick and Frack’s transformation into pig-men, and even more shocked when I exercised my power to cause them to snuffle up to his feet on all fours, then kiss them reverently, as if in apology. I left them there, heads touching the ground in subservience, as I lead Sam to the next room.

Seeing Marg and Jenni frozen in wax scared him, until I assured him that they were not only fine, but awash in orgasmic bliss. To emphasize my point, I reached out and ran my hand over Jenni’s waxen breast, and Sam could clearly hear her moan with desire. Once he was past his fear, it became obvious that the sight of the two women covered in wax turned him on, and he fondled Jenni’s breasts himself, feeling the small tremors through the wax as his touch took her over the edge again.

I took him out onto the screen porch, and we watched as Les walked in spike heels on Gerry’s latex covered chest. His horse cock stuck straight up, glistening moistly in the dim light. Obviously, Les had sampled its fullness inside her own pussy already. I called out to her “Having fun, Les?” She looked up at us and grinned like a cat whose whiskers were covered in cream.

For some reason, something motivated me to make two slight changes to Gerry. As I concentrated on him, the penis gag in his mouth began to turn itself inside out, pushing itself outward into the night air. Once it reached eight inches, I let it stop growing. Les, seeing a new cock growing from nowhere to extend from her husband’s latex covered face, wasted no time in clambering down off his torso to straddle his face, burying the newly hardened latex dildo in her pussy. Then I removed the block on his vocal chords to the extent that, though he could not form words, he could make sounds. He started moaning immediately, though the sound was muffled by female flesh that was now seated on his face. One further thought, and suddenly the dildo in Les’ pussy was a vibrator, its oscillations connected directly to the intensity of Gerry’s moans. The louder he moaned, the faster the vibrator shook inside Les. It took only a few moments (and perhaps a whispered thought from me into her head) for Les to put together how to control the new toy inside her. Then she reached down onto the ground to her right and picked up the crop from where it lay. THWACK went the crop on Gerry’s latex covered chest; ‘MMMMMpphhhh” came the noise from between Leslie’s thighs; “Oooooooooo” came the sound from Les’ mouth. Looking for all the world like a female jockey trying to urge her horse to a win at the wire, Leslie began to beat her husband’s chest and arms while rolling her hips atop his face, driving her pussy down onto the vibrating toy, her clit rubbing against the bulge Gerry’s nose made in his latex mask. I took Sam’s arm to return to the inside of the house, but had to tug him to make him come with me; he was entranced by the entire scene, his cock making a very noticeable bulge in the black panties he was wearing. As I walked him into the hallway toward the bedrooms, I mentally pushed the front door shut; before it could shut completely, I could hear Leslie’s shout as she won her race to orgasm. I couldn’t help but smile as at the thought that the whole scene gave an entirely new meaning to “down the stretch they come!”

Sam was literally lost in thought as he perched on the side of the bed. He was obviously both troubled and excited by what he’d just seen: excited by the erotic power he had just witnessed, troubled by the reasons behind my showing him the power at all.

“I told you…I want to give you a gift.” My voice startled him out of his reverie. “I know you’re unhappy the way you are. And I have the ability to change that for you. You have been a good friend, first to Sara, then to me. So, of all the people here tonight, you are most likely the only one who will have any choice in what happens. That, in itself, is a gift. But I can, if you like, make the one thing you desire most of all happen. I can gift you with the body you have always wished to have.

“If you wish, the next time you leave this room, it will be as a female. No more limbo. No more drag. You will be Samantha, now and for the rest of your life.”

He looked up at me, and I could feel the mix of emotions running through him: uneasiness and fear, desire and hope. But I waited for him to put to voice the one question at the top of his mind, the one that concerned him the most.

“Okay, let’s say this isn’t some hallucination or dream, and that you really can change me into a woman…the woman I always wanted to be. But…” he paused, grasping for words. “What happens then? What happens after the change? Am I still me? Or…?” Words failed him.

I stared into his eyes. “Or do you belong to me?” He looked down quickly, embarrassed that I knew what he was thinking, but also hoping that I didn’t think he was ungrateful.

I suppose I hadn’t really thought about the consequences of making a change of such magnitude. About what would happen on Monday when Samuel no longer existed, and Samantha appeared in his place. In fact, I hadn’t thought about anything beyond this night, beyond indulging myself in the luxury of having power, and using it against those who I felt had sided against me and with Ramon and Sara. I nodded, thinking that there would be fallout from this night, despite my intention to put everything back to “normal” before I left for good…

And that, of course, was the answer! I put my hand under Sam’s chin and lifted until his eyes met mine. “Why don’t we try this, Sam? I will change you into the woman you wish to be, and you can remain that way up until the time I am ready to leave here. And then, you can decide if you want to stay that way or not…whether you want to remain Samantha, or return to being Sam.

“As for belonging to me…I did not come here seeking a slave. So that’s a question that you and I would have to broach later. However, for tonight…perhaps you would favor me with the pleasure of being your Master temporarily? It would at least give you some idea of what it might be like to fully live out your dream?”

He pondered the idea, and I could feel the hope and desire begin to overwhelm the fear and uneasiness in his mind. “Just for tonight?” he asked, meeting my eyes.

I nodded.

He smiled hugely, and I could sense that it was the first time that kind of smile had lit his face in weeks. Relief and joy flooded through Sam’s body at the thought that he would not be burning any bridges if the experience wasn’t everything that he hoped it would be.

“I’m ready,” were the only words he said.

I really didn’t know whether the thought to put the journal in the freezer was inspiration, desperation, or equal measures of both. But, given that it was a demon, and that pain and heat would seem to be things it might be used to, I wondered if cold might be a more effective means for getting Ornias to do what I wanted. So I walked to the kitchen, placed the open book right on top of the box of frozen fish sticks, and took rectangular quart of Butter Almond ice cream and placed it atop of the page with the demon’s symbol. Then I closed the freezer door and returned to the bedroom to wait.

 Ornias was mute, of course, having already thrown out its dismissal of my “puny” efforts to inflict punishment on it. However, as it squatting with its back to me, I could see that, demon or not, cold was definitely something it wasn’t used to.

 Ornias was shivering.

 Whistling a few bars of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” I went back to surfing the web.

I suppose, at that point, I could have just started changing Sam’s body by concentrating on it, trying to make it look like the image she had created in her mind. But then, I likely would botch the job, and decided on a more imaginative method of realizing his desire.

“Get undressed Sam, and then come stand in the center of the bedroom.” I walked over to the far wall and pulled an old, oval-shaped dressing mirror from its place and brought it over to place in front of my pet project. “Look in the mirror Sam. Imagine the woman you want to be, then watch.”

Sam looked at me doubtfully, but then did as I asked. I could feel him focusing his thoughts on what he’d like to be, and, using my power, I funneled those thoughts into the glass of the mirror. Slowly, a new image began orienting itself over Sam’s true reflection.

It was obvious that the first thing Sam wanted was to be shorter. As his true image receded into the background of the mirror, the head of the female image forming would barely reach mid-chest of Sam’s current body. However, that would still make the woman Sam wanted to be at least 5’ 9”, and taller in heels.

The overall structure of the body Sam wanted was easily imagined. The body was fairly trim, curvy but not fat. Sam wanted long legs, a fairly short torso, and nicely proportioned hips. Satisfied with the overall shape, Sam concentrated first on breast size and shape. As we both watched, the flat-chested woman in the mirror rapidly started to grow a bosom, ballooning from nothing to mammaries right out of an adolescent wet dream. In my estimation, they were stripper boobs – patently pasted-on monstrosities that had no business on the real body Sam was trying to create. 

“Perhaps you might scale those down a bit,” I interjected, grinning. “You really don’t need to be so top heavy.”

Sam’s brow furrowed for a moment, and then the bust in question shrunk slightly, along the same lines of exchanging a pair of cantaloupes for two prize grapefruit. Large, but definitely more suited to the body she had constructed. Both breasts were firm and round, defying gravity in their perky thrust away from Sam’s body.

Satisfied with the basics, Sam turned his attention to the nipples. From smooth rounded flesh sprouted small nubs of pink flesh. Watching them in the mirror, Sam let them grow until the base of the nipple was the size of a dime, and extended outward from each breast about ½ an inch. Another moment of thought, and pink areolas formed perfect circles around each nipple.