Voodoo Priest: Chapter 5 - Planning

by Piper

mc; bF; Mg; gdom; anal; inc

So soft. Daniel snuggled closer. Elizabeth scooted over on the bed until her back pressed against his stomach and her head was nestled under his chin. As they spooned together Daniel moved his arm up to cover the girl with his blanket. Then, now that his arm was draped over her stomach, Daniel drew his arm up slowly, letting his hand hesitate and slide over her upper thigh. Elizabeth shivered beneath him. Daniel breathed in the scent of her hair. Honey. She must have changed shampoo; normally she smelled like lilacs. Daniel drew his hand up higher, noting her miniskirt but not taking the time to explore the treasure underneath it yet.

Elizabeth murmured something unintelligible and Daniel felt her spine vibrating against him. In the darkness of the room, Daniel smiled to himself, imagining that she was asking why we was not pleasuring her right away. He traced his fingers up the silky skin of her bare stomach, a little surprised to find Elizabeth was wearing a top that cut off at her navel. He found the top to be practically plastered onto her ribs, so he decided against worming his fingers underneath the fabric. Instead, he pressed them lightly over the cloth and continued working his way up to her wonderfully pert breasts. Except... he could not find them. There was nothing. For a few seconds Daniel stupidly rubbed his hand around, as if the landscape of her chest would change. His confusion brought his conscious mind to full alertness and he stepped out of his pseudo-dream state. Understanding and revulsion converged on him in an instant and with sudden strength he pushed the tiny girl out of his bed.

There was a thump and a mewl of pain. Daniel rolled into a crouch on his bed. The light switch was on the other side of the room and the dredges of sunlight coming in through the window was inadequate now. Almost unconsciously, Daniel cast the first spell he had ever learned. After sketching his sigil, all straight lines and sharp angles, invisibly into the air, he made several rapid adjustments to it. A ball of light blossomed where he had cast his sigil and Daniel trickled more magic into it until it grew bright enough to illuminate his room as well as any florescent bulb.

Still crouching, Daniel looked over the edge of his bed to where he had shoved the intruder. He found himself staring at a tiny, bare butt and it took him a moment to orient himself. The girl had fallen face first with her butt in the air. Her ludicrously small skirt had reversed itself over her undeveloped hips, presenting him with her naked butt and, visible between her skinny thighs, her hairless pussy. The outfit, particularly the lack of underwear, was a giveaway, but Daniel still asked warily, “Asariel?”

“Yes,” came the little girl's voice, muffled by the carpet which she was talking into. As she pushed herself up with her hands, she followed that one word with a string of expletives that no girl that age would know. As she stood, her miniskirt fell back into place around her narrow hips. She turned and Daniel flinched back, almost losing control of his light spell. He had noticed that she had made herself even younger, and in the light it had been obvious that her hair had changed from free and blonde to brown and braided. But it was not until she turned that he saw her new face. She looked exactly like Nellie, Daniel's 7-year-old cousin.

Daniel was at a loss for words. Even from a creature that he had known for only a few hours, the personal image that she had chosen felt like a betrayal. And then there was that dream where she made him attracted to Elizabeth. Daniel's face burned at the memory. He stammered, “I-I bound you! How did you use magic on me?”

“Magic?” the small girl repeated dumbly, as if that was not what she expected him to say. Then a wicked smile lit her face. “Oooh. You were dreaming about naughty stuff with kids. I didn't use magic, Master. If you've got a thing for Nellie, that's on you.”

Daniel watched the succubus twirl, sending her skirt flying up around her matchstick legs to punctuate her statement. It was distracting having her wearing his cousin's body and even more so because she was revealing so much of it. However, it was not uncommon for djinn to unsettle their masters with their choice of forms. As the class of demons most skilled at changing their shape, they used that freedom to rebel in any way that they could. He just had to keep in mind that this was not his cousin flashing her tiny slit for him, this was a demon. Daniel wove the knowledge around him like armor and mastered himself. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched the half-naked girl in front of him.

“Are you done?” he asked coolly. Asariel stopped her antics and faced him, perhaps hearing in his tone that he would not be distracted anymore.

“I was just playing, Danny,” the djinni said petulantly, perfectly mimicking Nellie's voice.

A muscle twitched in Daniel's cheek. “You made it so my family will ignore me, right?”

“Yep,” she answered, smiling brightly. She was missing a tooth. Odd. The real Nellie had lost that tooth several months ago and a new one would have grown in.

“Good,” Daniel said. “Now we have to do the rest of this quickly because I still haven't recovered completely from your initial summons. I summoned you to help me win the priesthood competition. Do you know what that is?”

The djinni shrugged her tiny shoulders. “Something humans use to move up in the ranks. All of my masters have been priests and they never talked about being in their competitions.”

Daniel's heart sank a bit. He had hoped that a demon with many centuries more experience than Quil would be able to tell him what it would take to win the competition. He tucked his disappointment away and continued, “Well, I just need two more things from you tonight for it. First, I want you to place wards against demons in and around my house.”

Asariel hesitated before offering, “You do know that my wards will be most effective when I'm in your world? They won't be as strong while I'm suspended.”

They would actually be so weak that the weakest of ghouls could break them, and Daniel knew that. It was a good sign that Asariel had volunteered information. His sigil inside of her was very slowly aligning her with his interests. Thanks to the Law of Contagion, a piece of him was a part of her essence now. Luckily the magic that bound her flowed in one direction, so he would not be corrupted by the demon's wicked nature. Daniel smiled slightly in encouragement. “That's okay. I'm planning ahead in case I have to summon you in a pinch. The wards will kick back in and I'll know my family is safe.”

Also, Daniel had long ago placed wards of his own on the house, which would be unaffected by the absence of Asariel's wards. The house should be safe enough even without the extra power but Daniel firmly subscribed to the belief that overkill is underrated. He had several useful tools that he had prepared for the competition, anything that he thought could come in handy against Elizabeth, no matter what the competition was. He certainly would not want Elizabeth getting her hands on either his family or the tools. Either could be used against him.

When Daniel did not seem inclined to continue, Asariel prompted him, “And the second thing?”

Daniel rolled his tongue around in his mouth. Finally, he shook his head. “I'll tell you after you ward the house. I need to check some stuff first.”

Asariel curtsied, lifting up the edges of her miniskirt to once again expose her little-girl nakedness. “Sure thing, Master.”

As the djinni left the room, Daniel stood and retrieved his grimoire from his closet.




Asariel dutifully began warding each room of the house, bored almost to tears. The last room upstairs was the master bedroom and its door was closed. Asariel listened outside, hearing voices and bodies shifting on a mattress. From what she could tell, Robby and Mrs. Miller were exploring her new fetish for breast feeding. Wet suckling sounds were clearly audible through the door, and would have been even if it had been a human, rather than a demon, listening in. With some reluctance, Asariel reached out to the minds of the mother and son, instilling more caution. Technically they had been following her instructions by not openly fucking when Daniel was home. The djinni was loathe to dampen their enthusiasm but she needed to make sure that Daniel would not stumble onto anything illicit, which would get her punished.

Jennifer and Robby quieted, seemingly resorting to cuddling together on the bed. A bit more mental prodding ensured that neither human would notice her intrusion. Asariel pushed the door open and closed it behind her in case her master stepped out of his room and walked by. As the djinni had guessed, mother and son were cuddling on the bed. Robby was completely naked, as smooth and hairless as any other per-adolescent human. Jennifer had not undressed but her shirt and bra were pulled up to her armpits. Robby was pressing his face between his mother's breasts, no longer sucking on her puckered nipples. Jennifer had a firm grip on her son's ass and used it to hold his skinny body close against her. As Asariel circled the room, casting wards on the walls, she saw that Jennifer had a finger buried knuckle-deep in the boy's asshole. Asariel left the new couple with a parting mental instruction for Jennifer to add another two fingers up the boy's ass.

The downstairs had fewer rooms and went more quickly. Soon Asariel only had one room left to ward before she laid some broader magic on the exterior of the house. Like the master bedroom, the door to this final room was closed. Asariel paused briefly, her preternatural hearing picking up the sound of keystrokes, breathing, and even the heartbeat of the man inside. The human father was working away, so this room was probably his study. Asariel shook her head in pity. It was not right that the man had to work while the boy and woman had fun together. Robby might be preoccupied but there was no reason that Dean should not get some enjoyment this evening. Asariel pushed her magic through the door and slipped into Dean's mind like a stiletto between the ribs. After making a few adjustments to Dean, the little girl reached for the doorknob and let herself into the office.

Dean Miller turned his head as the door opened. He blinked stupidly at the provocatively dressed 7-year-old. “Robby?” he asked, seeing the little girl as his son. “Why are you dressed like that?”

Asariel grinned. It would not have been difficult for her to assume Robby's form for this encounter, but it was so much more fun to simply twist the human's mind. The succubus walked forward, closing the distance between them. She had to tilt her head up a little to keep eye contact with Dean, but he made no mention of the apparent discrepancy in height between her and his son. In a voice laced with excitement and magic, Asariel answered, “I wanted to dress up for you, Daddy. I want to be a good sissy-boy for you. Do you like it?”

Already under her spell, Dean's cock was throbbing to life even as she spoke. He looked the skinny girl up and down, seeing his son dressed in that tight tank top and micro skirt. Everything fell into place for Dean as he listened to his 'son' speak. Robby was fulfilling one of Dean's deepest fantasies: a cute sissy slut who would call him 'Daddy' while they fucked. “Yes,” Dean answered, his voice hoarse, “I really like it, Robby.”

Dean reached out, grabbing Asariel by her ass and pulling her even closer towards him. Her thighs pressed against the chair that Dean was sitting in as she stood in between his spread knees. The djinni placed her hands on Dean's thighs as he held one of her ass cheeks in each hand and groped them roughly. He looked down at her, seeing his own lust mirrored in Robby's eyes. White smoke coalesced around Asariel's hands, quickly spreading to cover all of Dean's legs. Where the smoke touched, Dean's pants dissolved, crumbling into a fine dust. Suddenly free of any pants or underwear, Dean's cock sprung up between his legs, pointing at Asariel's chin. Engrossed in the illusion that Asariel had woven, Dean did not wonder at the sudden disappearance of his pants.

Asariel extracted her ass from Dean's large hands and climbed up onto his lap, turning so that they were both facing the same direction. In the interest of getting back to her stupid master before he noticed her absence, Asariel dialed up Dean's lust. His stiff cock burned against the small of her back as she adjusted her position. Dean's hands found new ways to occupy themselves as he rubbed Asariel's flat chest through her tank top. “Okay, Robby,” he said huskily into her ear. “Now show me what a sissy slut you are.”

Before Asariel could answer, Dean was already lifting the girl up by her armpits and pulling her back to him so that her asshole perched on the head of his cock. He slid his hands down to her narrow hips and began the painful process of forcing his larger-than-average cock into a 7-year-old's ass. Asariel muted her own pain but allowed the human to feel his cock being rubbed raw by the tight fit. She made sure to keep his lust elevated enough that he could not give up trying to force himself into the little girl. His cock would be incredibly tender for a day or so, but that was not Asariel's concern.

By the time Asariel was impaled on two-thirds of Dean's cock, the man was starting to sweat. He dropped his hands, panting. Had Asariel actually been a human like Nellie, instead of just wearing her shape, she would have most likely had bruises tomorrow from the force with which Dean had been pulling her down. As Dean tried to get used to the pain of having his cock squeezed into a hole that was much too small for it, his hands wandered under Asariel's skirt.

“You don't mind me playing with your little cock?” Dean murmured as his thick fingers found the thick lips of Asariel's pussy. Undeterred by the apparent anatomical anomaly, Dean navigated up to the succubus' tiny clit. He pinched it between his fingers and began tugging on it, thinking he was jacking off his son.

“My very little cock,” Asariel said with a giggle. The force with which Dean was tugging on her clit would have been painful if she had not already dampened her pain reception.

“Yes,” Dean said lustily as he continued playing with the girl, completely oblivious. “I love your little sissy cock.”

“Mmhmm,” Asariel had stopped listening. This was taking too long. If the boy grew suspicious and came to check on her, Asariel did not want to even imagine the pain that he would inflict. Accompanied by a casual twist of her magic, Asariel said, “Okay, Daddy, time to cum.”

Dean shuddered with a deep groan as all of the pleasure and sensations of sex were compressed into an instant. His cock throbbed as he climaxed immediately, sending a jet of sticky cum into Asariel's ass. Two other throbs sent increasingly smaller streams of cum into her. Asariel allowed herself a few moments to bask in the delicious feeling of being filled with cum. As a succubus she never felt more happy than when she was receiving cum; it was what she lived for.

With a sigh and a wet pop, Asariel pushed her small body up off of Dean's cock. Dean groaned mindlessly as his cock sent more pleasure to his brain. He was splayed limply in the chair, still consumed with the onslaught of his climax. Asariel straightened her miniskirt checked to make sure the rest of her outfit was free of any incriminating evidence. She assimilated the cum inside her into her essence, to avoid the risk of any leaking out of her ass. That would lead to some awkward questions from Daniel.

Asariel stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward to give Dean a quick kiss on the cheek. “That was a lot of fun, Daddy. When you clean yourself off, I want you to swallow the extra cum still on your cock. Or you can coat your finger with it and ram it up your ass. Okay?”

When Dean offered a mumbled affirmative response, the demon gave him a wink and a jaunty wave. She turned on her heel and walked towards the door. Ribbons of white smoke swirled into existence around her slender form and ballooned outward towards the walls of the room, layering them with her magical protection by the time she reached the door. Asariel closed the door to the office and left the house to ward the outside before she intruded on the master bedroom.




Daniel crouched over the large pentagram he had outlined with string on the floor. The thin threads were glowing so weakly that it did not even register under the glare of the overhead lights in his room. The magic in the string only served to empower the pentagram for summoning. There were no wards aside from the most basic one to keep the demons physically inside the pentagram. If Daniel had added traditional wards to bind and suppress magic, or used salt instead of string to shape the pentagram, the demons he summoned would either die on the spot or become so weak as to be useless.

Flipping to the last page of his grimoire, Daniel found his carefully transcribed list of knits. Each knit had only a monosyllabic sound serving as its name, which was fitting for such a low class of demons. If power was translated to height, and knits retained their bug-like stature, an imp like Quil would be size of a large cat, capable of killing hundreds of knits easily. On this scale, a djinni of Asariel's class would be a giant, ten feet tall. It is possible that there are demons even weaker than knits, although no one has successfully summoned one. Voodoo priests who stylize themselves as “demon scholars” hypothesize that such creatures would be so weak that the summoning ritual itself would kill them before they ever left the Abyss.

“Tsin... Rih... Wasq...” Daniel began patiently reading from the list of names. Since his knits were already in this world, he only had to call them once for them to materialize in a pentagram. Had Daniel not been so close, he might not have noticed the first few knits that appeared. They bore a striking resemblance to house flies, although they lacked any wings and each had three, rather than two, compound eyes clustered on their heads. As far as anyone could tell, the only demonic power that knits possess is the ability to fly without wings. Like imps and ghouls, their essence is insubstantial enough that they can float freely in the air. Unlike those higher classes though, knits are unable to fight wind currents and often get swept away by strong breezes.

“Mal... Drek... Kun...” Daniel droned on, his eyes flitting between the list of names and the growing number of knits flying around in the pentagram. When a knit did not appear after he summoned it, he used a pen to cross off its name in his grimoire. Fatalities were common with such miniscule demons. Birds and other animals that feed on regular insects often swallow knits by mistake. Due to their weak essences, knits are digested the same as anything else, although frequently the animals that consumed them become sick for a few days.

“Siy... Nux... Cum,” Daniel finished, allowing himself a moment of immaturity as he took delight in calling the last knit. With the final addition of Cum, there were 27 knits floating in front of Daniel. When he had started this project three months ago, there had been 100 knits.

Daniel sketched his sigil in the air and began poking and prodding to change it into the form he needed for the next spell. Knits are scarcely more intelligent than the house flies they resemble, which makes communicating with them difficult. Centuries ago, a voodoo priest had solved this problem by inventing a new spell. It was a binding spell, of sorts, which served to link many knits together in a hive mind that possessed the cumulative intelligence of all of the knits. The spell was very complicated and since the outcome was the ability to exert a moderate amount of control over creatures that no self-respecting voodoo practitioner would summon, few ever studied it.

Over a year ago, while researching notable voodoo priests of the nineteenth century, Daniel had discovered a feud between two priests which had ultimately ended in the death of one. The most interesting part, to Daniel, was a footnote explaining that the victor had been using knits to keep track of his rival's whereabouts. All priests ward their person and their home, often layering multiple spells with nasty consequences for any supernatural creatures. Of course, warding spells usually allow humans through unharmed, so the spell has to be made to detect demonic essence. Unless a priest spends a huge amount of time fine-tuning each ward, the miniscule essence of a single knit would not register.

Literally taking a page from that priest's book, specifically his grimoire, Daniel had employed a hundred knits to monitor Elizabeth in the months leading up to the competition. Several knits followed Elizabeth, her sister, her boyfriend, and her parents. Every so often, Daniel would summon all of the knits and plot the movement of each person on a map of the city. Daniel would have liked to have ordered the knits to follow anyone that visited Elizabeth's house but it was difficult enough to make the knits understand the specific targets that they were supposed to follow. In fact, it was not until Daniel had sent Quil on reconnaissance that he learned about her ghoul. From a safe distance, Quil had watched the ghoul fly from Elizabeth's house to her boyfriend's house several times. The imp could not get close enough to spy on their activities without the ghoul detecting him, so Quil had not been able to provide any further information. It was enough, though, to know that Elizabeth routinely sent her ghoul to Chris' house late at night.

Daniel wanted to begin the competition with a decisive blow against Elizabeth. Despite Quil's counsel, Daniel had decided that some kind of direct conflict must be a part of the competition. Against a demon as strong as Asariel, Elizabeth's ghoul would fall quickly. Daniel would have a point in his column, assuming that Miss M found out about the victory. She had not said how she would judge the competition, but maybe that was to be expected because she had never even explained the rules.

Daniel unfolded a map of the city and reached over the pentagram, setting it lightly over the glowing string. Had any other demon, even an imp, been in the pentagram, Daniel would not have been so foolish as to cross the arcane lines. But knits have all of the lethal intensity of ordinary flies, so there was nothing to fear. Still, years of tutelage under Miss M had ingrained a fear of crossing those boundaries and he withdrew his hands as soon as he had placed the map on the floor.

“Where is Chris?” Daniel asked the swarm. The knits darted around the pentagram aimlessly for several seconds. As their numbers had dwindled, it had become even more difficult for Daniel to communicate with the almost brainless demons. Finally, four knits moved towards the map on the floor. Daniel assumed these four were all that was left of the group of 20 that he had assigned to the boy three months ago. They moved towards Chris' house until they were only a few inches above it. At that point they dropped to the paper like carcasses as the weak magic of the pentagram leeched their strength. If Daniel left them there, they would die in a few minutes, their essences decomposing into the air.

So, Chris was at home. Asariel would need to visit him tonight. If Daniel was lucky, this would be one of the nights that the ghoul visited Chris. If not, Asariel would still be useful. It pained Daniel to send away his most powerful demon on the night that the competition began, but if Elizabeth was stupid enough to attack him directly tonight, he could summon Asariel to his side.

Without warning, the door to Daniel's room flew open and he almost jumped out of his skin. He turned and saw Nellie, or rather, Asariel in the doorway. The demon gave a pointed curtsey, flashing his cousin's bald pussy. In a tone that contrasted with her high-pitched voice, Asariel said sarcastically, “I have done as you bid me, O Master.”

Daniel purposefully ignored the djinni and said, “Quilmeres.” When the imp had manifested, Daniel gestured at the pentagram, dissolving its magic with a twist of his fingers. “You've done a good job serving me recently, always respectful,” Daniel added a fine emphasis on the word, “Enjoy your dinner.”

With a cry of gratitude, Quil leaped from the floor towards the knits. The tiny demons had begun to disperse when the magic holding them vanished but they were too stupid to go far. The imp leaped among the knits, twisting gracefully in the air and using both his hands and feet to snatch them mid-flight. He shoveled them into his mouth for digestion into his essence. In what might have been considered a spark of intelligence, one of the knits flew towards Daniel, perhaps recognizing him as its master and seeking sanctuary. Daniel reached forward and as the knit landed on his hand, he closed his fingers into a fist and crushed the insect. The knit's rigid, shell-like body broke apart, dissolving into a wisp of black smoke, which was actually the demon's essence. The smoke faded and no trace of the knit was left on Daniel's hand.

Daniel stood and sat on the bed. At a gesture, Quil floated up to the bed and sat next to Daniel on the blanket. Daniel stroked Quil's scaly head with one finger, petting him as if he were an animal. It was a gesture that he had never done before but after being rewarded for his obedience, Quil was too smart to question his master. The petting was for Asariel's benefit. As a succubus, she loved being touched, and seeing another being touched instead of her would rankle. At least, that was what the books that Daniel had read mentioned. As Daniel watched the djinni, he could not tell what she was thinking, but her lips were tightened a little. A sign of anger or jealousy, perhaps?

“I don't know about the other masters you have had, but I like to reward my demons if they do a good job,” Daniel said, still petting Quil. “You are going to respect me. One way or the other. Next time, knock and ask for permission to come into my room. You warded the house?”

Tight-lipped, Asariel nodded. Then, seeming to decide that she was not being rebellious enough, she yawned and stretched her thin arms over her head, which pulled her top up, tantalizingly exposing more of her pale skin. “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Daniel said. He watched her closely. Was that a hint of a genuine smile? “Now for that second thing I mentioned before. I am going to send you to a boy's house with two jobs. The first only applies if a ghoul shows up. The second you are going to do either way. Then you will come back here and I will suspend you for a while, hopefully until after school tomorrow.”

“M'kay. A ghoul and a human,” the demon shrugged her shoulders. “No problem. What do you want me to do?”

Daniel hesitated. This would be an attack on two fronts, both of which could have nothing to do with winning the competition. On the other hand, two different strategies doubled his chances of stumbling upon the winning play in this game-without-rules. Quashing his doubts, Daniel gave the djinni her orders.

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