We followed Elaine into the attic. What I saw there was beyond my wildest imagination. The spacious area was full of mystical objects, candles, books, and more. It looked more like a witch’s workplace instead of an energy room.
“Welcome to my energy room. You two are a few of the lucky ones who get to be here,” said Elaine, spreading her arms and smiling like it was her most prized possession.My eyes moved to Becky, whose jaw was so wide open that it could touch the ground. Clearly, she had never seen it before.“Why do you have all of this?” I asked.“I inherited it from my late mother. We are generational witches on my mother’s side. My mother made me promise on her deathbed to keep all of this safe and to carry on the tradition,” answered Elaine.Becky and I were taken aback in horror. My murderous aunt was also a witch!“Okay. You two are terrified. Let me tell you that we only practice spiritual and white magic. We are nothing like those blood witches who play with the dark arts,” said Elaine. “This is messed up. This is messed up,” Becky said out loud. “Out of these things, my cousin chooses me to tell about her sex spirit that she had summoned to break free of her psycho ex-boyfriend.”Becky narrowed her eyes at Elaine. “It’s like looking at a new person, Cass. I don’t know who she is. What is real and what is not? She could be a demon herself disguising as my cousin for all I know.”Elaine sighed. “Stop overreacting, my dear cousin. Some things are best not shared with everyone. Besides, you were never in need of magic. I only told you about the incubus because you entered my room in the middle of my practice. And also because I wanted to scare you off so that you would stop coming to my house while my relationship with the Incubus was still on.”Becky’s face became red. A big vein on her forehead popped. Oh boy, that girl was mad furious.“How do you manage to hide this all from Mike?” I asked.“Well, he knows about the white magic stuff. I am only hiding the incubus part from him. It happened long before him, so it doesn’t concern him,” answered Elaine.“Becky quit pouting,” began Elaine. “Everything I told you was the truth. I did it to save myself from my ex-boyfriend, who was not only stalking me but had also hexed me with the help of a local witch.”“I don’t believe a word you say,” said Becky, looking away.“We are here to help your friend, remember? said Elaine. “You and I can have this argument later.”“Fine!” Becky relaxed her super stiff face. “For now, I will not say anything for Cassidy’s sake.”Elaine thanked Becky and moved to me. “So, do you have questions before I show you the objects of my most powerful incubus summoning spell?”“Uh, I have a few,” I said.“What was your experience like with an incubus? How long did it last? Did he solve your problem immediately? And where he is now?” I asked in one breath.“That’s a lot of questions,” said Elaine, grabbing a stool. She sat on it and took some moments before answering.“My relationship with my incubus lasted several months. Yes, he removed my curse and taught my ex-boyfriend an excellent lesson. That scumbag is afraid to get anywhere near me to this day.I don’t know where my incubus is now. My experience with him was interesting. Their energy, the feeling, the sex, everything is so different. It took some time to adjust. His high energy and extreme sex appetite would suck me dry often. It took a huge toll on my mental health, but it got me what I wanted.”The sex descriptions were overwhelming. I was terrified, but not ready to admit it.“If it solves my problem, I am prepared to bear it for a few months. I had no good plan to find and confront my aunt anyway,” I said.Elaine looked at me with sympathy and confusion. “Sorry to disappoint you, Cassidy, but our situations have a seemingly small but relatively large difference. See, my ex-boyfriend paid a local witch to hex me, whereas, in your situation, your enemy is a blood witch herself.An incubus can remove the curse, but can’t punish a blood witch. He can help you to the best of his ability, but the rest is up to you. You might have to extend your time with him as to how long it would take to stop your aunt from cursing your family once and for all.”That was the initial plan, so it didn’t matter that it could have been easier for us if the witch was not the enemy.“As long as he can pull my family out of danger, I am ready for it. I can figure out the rest later. I would like to learn about the summoning spell now. I plan on performing it tonight,” I said.“Okay, as you wish,” Elaine stood up, dusting her hands. “Let’s get to work.Elaine uncovered a chest sitting in a dark corner of the room. She pulled something out of it. I tried to peek at the rest of the contents, but she unknowingly moved in front of it, hence blocking my view. “This is the most important part of the method,” Elaine began and unrolled an empty scroll, “Since we are using a spell to quickly summon a powerful incubus. Rules must be set at the very beginning. This scroll is enchanted. It’s used for binding contracts with all kinds of supernatural entities. You must state everything from your intentions to the spirit’s duty and any rules he must adhere to. Lastly, leave two spots for both of your signatures. A fresh drop of blood can serve as your signature. The spirit would choose something of his choice to sign it. The scroll would turn red when the spirit has used a valid substance to sign it. Don’t sign it until he does. Also, the scroll is smart enough to not accept forced or forged signatures.”“Would the enchanted scroll force him to stay true to it?” I asked.Elaine rolled it back. “Yes, and no. It would force him to quickly perform his duties and leave once finished. Sometimes spirits like to linger, so as long as the scroll is intact, it would ensure that it doesn’t overextend its stay. However, the scroll is not enchanted to force it to abide by any other rules. If you’re having trouble in some other way, we can work on that together.”I was about to open my mouth to ask another question when Elaine spoke again. “No, the spirit can’t destroy the scroll, ever. After it has been signed by both parties, you can’t either until the contract is finished.”I sighed in relief. That was exactly what I had in mind.“Can I ask it to leave me alone when the sex gets too much for me? Can this be by my rule?” I ask in my innocence.Elaine struggled with her amusement. “You can’t have rules around the only thing you’re giving him.”“One thing I forgot to tell you is that the spirit gets to put one rule of his own on the scroll,” she added.“Oh, lord,” I mutter, “What would it ask for?”“I don’t know.” Elaine shrugged her shoulders. “My incubus asked me to wear a specific color and scent every night to greet him in bed.”“That’s not bad,” I said, feeling more relaxed about the rules.“Every sex spirit has its own personality, so who knows what yours would ask? You can reject it if you don’t like it. If he still doesn’t want to change his rule, you can abandon him and look for another incubus. But to endure another spell like this, your soul and body need time to heal. So, it’s advisable to stick with the one you have, but not necessary. The wait, however, for the next spell is non-negotiable if you want to live,” said Elaine.Elaine then went on to explain each part of the spell at length. By the time we were finished, I had memorized and understood each step. I returned to my home around 3 am feeling confident. It was time to do the spell and get my first sex spirit.Hi. Please let me know in the comments what you think. I will try my best to upload new chapters daily. Lastly, if you like my story please give me a gem to support my book. :)
My room looked something like a witch’s den with all the materials in place.A complicated sigil I had drawn with special black chalk on my bedroom floor caught my attention. It was round with many symbols and featured an image that was half-human and half-demon. It took me twenty minutes alone to copy it from Elaine’s chart. My drawing was terrible, but Elaine had mentioned that the spell's success didn’t rely on the quality of it.I glanced at my pendulum clock. It was 3:35. I had until 4 to finish the spell.The spell was to be performed naked. I was unsure how I felt about that, but it wasn’t like there would be any visible male eyes to ogle at my privates.I stripped down my clothes, tossing them onto the bed before entering the circle sigil. The floor felt cold against my bare buttocks. I looked at my reflection in the mirror I had placed before me. It was an ancient mirror with a rusty frame and intact glass. Elaine had said that the mirror was supercharged with magic. Accordin
“Stop!” I cried once more.It all went away at once. I could no longer feel it inside me. My eyes searched around for a clue. I lifted my tired body into a sitting position, shielding my breasts with sweaty hands. The mirror before me showed how red and sweaty my body was. Besides the physical evidence, it all felt unreal. Did I really have sex with an Incubus?I took the scroll into my hands, looking for a signature. There was nothing new there. The Incubus took advantage of me without signing it! What should I do? My thoughts landed on Elaine.I got up in a rush. “Ouch, Ouch!” My legs were aching so badly. I limped all the way to my phone to call Elaine. It was smart of me to ask for her number before leaving her house. Everything didn’t have to go through Becky first. I didn’t want to worry my best friend.Upon unlocking the phone, my eyes couldn’t believe the time. It was 8:00 am already! I looked at the window and saw the natural light peeking through the closed curtains. The sex
I drove for hours to get to my childhood home. Our suburban home was enormous and in a pleasant area, Wneebeach Springs. My younger sister Mia still lived there with Mom. I probably would have never left if it weren’t for my job in the city. The city of Bamcaster was as big as my dreams. My ultimate goal was to make it as a full-time fiction writer. I would have ditched an undergraduate program in creative writing to pursue my dreams earlier if it weren’t for my dad. He had pushed me to get a professional degree. He had promised me to take care of all my financial needs for as long as it took to achieve my dream.My dad was a dreamer. He didn’t believe in letting any of his loved one’s dreams die.I didn't plan on burdening him for years while I struggled as a writer, but it was nice to know I could rely on someone who truly believed in me.A tear rolled down my cheek, standing at the door of my late father’s home. He was my rock, and what I wouldn’t give to have him back in my life.
“Mom, what are you doing here?” I said after ending the call.She stormed toward me and snatched the phone from my hands. “Cassidy?” Mom tried to open my phone, but a code was protecting it. “How could you! Our family was broken by magic, yet you work with a witch. Do you not care about us at all?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears of sorrow ran down her freckled cheeks as she pulled at her red hair.Mom was extremely unwell. It’s not okay to have extreme mood shifts within minutes.“No, Mom,“ I said, taking my phone back. “Elaine is a friend, and she only practices white magic.”“White magic is Devil’s worship in disguise. It’s unholy and unclean. Magic destroys lives and souls just like it did to our family,” said Mom. She was not ready to calm down or listen.“Okay, Mom,” I said, tossing my phone onto the bed. “Relax.”Mom grabbed me by the arms. “Promise me, Cassidy. Say that you would never go near any magic or witches. You must promise me.”Mom’s outrage was scaring m
Back home, I was lying in bed thinking about the strange incident that occurred at the end of our date. I had to take Mason to the hospital as he complained about a burning sensation in his right arm. I thought he had a low threshold for pain until the nurse rolled up his sleeve, revealing a big, fresh burn mark. The doctor kept asking him how he got a second-degree burn, but he swore it wasn’t there before his fall on the street. It was bizarre. “Someone pushed me. My arm is burning.” His words spun in my head. Who pushed him? There was no one around. There wasn’t even a bush or tree around us for a person to hide.Mason went home, concluding he must have lost his balance and fell, but what about the mark? How could he have burnt himself with just a fall on concrete?Elaine’s warning was the only rational explanation for it. It must be a disturbance that I, as the summoner, was facing.I had already sent a text to Elaine explaining the whole incident. She and Mike must have been fed
I threw all the bloodstained clothes in the washer immediately. No matter what I did or used, the blood wouldn’t come out. I washed them multiple times before breaking into tears on the laundry room floor. My aunt had struck again. Her prey was Mom now! I was not going to let her take another parent from me. I decided to burn all her bloodstained clothes. But I need to talk to my siblings first.I wrapped the sinister doll in a cloth and put it in a bag to take to the hospital.“See this,” I said to my siblings, showing them the doll in Mom’s private hospital room. “Mom is not sick. Our aunt wants to end her!”“I’ll call a priest,” said Derrick, leaving the room.“What would we do now? A priest can’t break a spell. We’ll lose Mom.” Mia began sobbing uncontrollably.Despite my wet eyes and panicked heart, I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her. “I won’t let anything happen to our mother. If only magic can break magic, I have a plan.”I continued to tell her about Elaine, sex spir
The night was the hardest. Elaine and Becky had left after inquiring about Mom’s health and the doll a little more. I tossed and turned in bed. Too many questions were spinning in my head.What would I say to Mason? Was my incubus still watching me from the shadows? Would we share another steamy session that night? I was not in the mood for anything. My siblings had informed me that Mom was still unconscious. Nothing was wrong with her body. The doctors called it a case of an unexplained coma. My tensed body was ready to put out if the spirit asked for it. All I cared about and wished was for Mom to regain consciousness. Waiting for something to happen, I dozed off. The annoying sound of my blaring alarm woke me up. My hands turned it off, accidentally knocking it down. I sat up on my bed, rubbing on my heavy head. My body felt sore and unrested. I believed it to be a quick nap when my eyes noticed the daylight peeking through my curtains. “Shit!” I said, picking up the alarm cloc
He was my Incubus, Desmond. It was him. Damn, he was gorgeous!He still had me trapped between his arms against the wall. His intense gaze was making me weak in the knees. The gold in his eyes was glittering. I had never seen hazel eyes reflect light like that. It was like staring into another planet—one of desire and passion. “Want me to jog your memory more?” He asked in a seductive whisper. As close as his face was to me, it was torture. I could feel his hot breath on me. He was no ordinary man. Everything about him was turning me on. He breathed down my neck, and I surrendered a little. My body was sensitive to him and him only. Not even Mason could make me aroused like that.The memories of my first time with Desmond came before me. I could see it in my head and feel it in my private parts. Once his lips brushed against my lips again, it was game over for me. I grabbed his chiseled face and sucked that gorgeous mouth of his. He responded enthusiastically and turned it into an