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. According to folklore, an ancient witch had used it to summon and speak to an incubus. The Incubus used the mirror to make it seem her reflection was talking back to her. In this intense method, there had to be multiple options for the sex spirit to choose from and communicate with its summoner. I couldn’t fathom my reflection changing and speaking someone else’s language to me. A bizarre and scary experience like that would drive my ordinary brain into madness. The sex spirits rarely use this method, so I was depending on my luck, which had been against me for a while. The second option was to speak through a candle flame. I had ignited one large red candle for that purpose alone. The other candles were away from the sigil to provide light only. One could only ask yes or no questions. Upon asking a question, if the candle flame leaned to the right, it would mean a yes, and if it leaned to the left, it would be a no.It was the most preferred choice among sex spirits. The third option was to communicate via mental images and voices. It was a sex spirit’s second most used method.Whatever the method of communication might be, the goal was to sign the contract and receive the promised benefits.I unrolled the scroll and laid it out before me. My eyes carefully studied the words written on it. The entity's duty:1. The entity must free me and my family of any curses. 2. The entity would help me find my witch aunt and do whatever possible to stop her from hurting us.3. The entity must keep protecting us until my aunt can no longer hurt us with magic.As for the rules, I wasn’t sure. Since I couldn’t control the sex, it covered something else.My rules and conditions:1. The entity would not ask for sexual activity while I work.2. If I'm struggling with my office work, they must provide assistance.3. The entity must be compassionate about my situation and emotions. He must cater to my mental and physical needs.Well, if the spirit was going to suck all my energy out. I might as well demand help with my office work. Also, the last condition may be too much to ask from an inhumane entity, but worth a shot.It was time to perform the spell. My heart sank. No matter the situation, it was hard to give away my body to an invisible being.I closed my eyes and prayed to God for safety and guidance before commencing the spell.“I call for the greatest, strongest Incubus of all,” I began, holding an old gold coin. “He who can free me and my kin from the chains of the Devil.”Elaine had written these words for me.“My, my…,” I stuttered. It was tough to say the last sentence. My body is his to enjoy until we're free from the threat that endangers us.The last step was to wait for it to take effect.I looked around. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was about to happen next. The complete silence that followed for the next few minutes was pure torture.My eyes finally landed on something strange. The flame of the red candle was flickering. There was no wind, but the movement grew so much that it couldn’t stand still for a second. I was scared, but my mind kept on rationalizing the strange activity until sparks flew out of the flame. “Oh, my God!” I uttered.Was it a spirit? What should I do? My mind forgot its purpose for a moment.“Is this an incubus?” I unintentionally spoke out loud.My eyes went round when I saw the candle flame become static and then lean to the right.I covered my mouth in shock. I couldn’t believe my eyes!“Are you here to help me?” I asked.The candle flame once again moved to the right. My shock had not decreased the second time.“Have you read the contract? Will you sign it?” I asked and gulped.I heard a firm yes in my head. The voice had no distinction. It felt like my own.“Ouch!” Something pushed me, and I fell flat on my back.I tried getting back up, but I couldn’t move at all. My body was paralyzed.As I struggled to regain control of my body, something warm and long entered my mouth and filled it. What was that? I couldn’t see a thing.My lips tingled. When I moved my tongue, I could feel something. It felt like another long, warm, moist tongue inside my mouth. Touching it was kinda nice.I don’t know what took me over, but I circled my tongue around it again. It was so pleasurable that it felt like my mouth was having an orgasm. I couldn’t stop myself. My tongue wanted to touch it repeatedly and become one with it. I stroked and teased it some more, but when it returned the movements, it triggered something ecstatic in my mouth that I wasn’t aware of.It continued like that for a while. My tongue kept reacting and responding to its every movement. I could already feel my lady parts becoming a bit wet. Was that an Incubus’ kiss? How could it feel so good without a soft and warm set of lips pressed against my lips?I couldn’t tell how long our kiss lasted. One thing I could say is that there were no breaks. Our tongues never left each other’s company and remained perfectly wrapped around each other, feeling all there was.Suddenly, it all disappeared. The feeling was gone. My tongue searched around for it, but my mouth was empty. Where did it go? My body still couldn’t move a muscle. Something heavy pressed against my chest, squeezing my boobs. My nipples constricted. I was expecting more action in the chest region, but the heaviness slowly moved down my stomach and stopped between my legs.My legs spread wide and lifted high in the air. I couldn’t believe my eyes! They had no support. How could they defy gravity?My body was not prepared for what happened next. Something hard and thick entered me and filled my insides. I could feel it somewhere up to my abdomen. It didn't move for a moment, and once it did, I couldn’t think or breathe. My lower part was on fire. It was like every nerve down there had become active in pleasuring me. His member was moving in and out of me rapidly. With every thrust, he filled me to an extent I didn’t know was possible. I was experiencing an orgasm after orgasm. “Ah! Ah!” Loud and uncontrollable moans were consistently escaping my mouth.My body had become sweaty and hot. I was expecting a river on the floor with the amount of wetness I was feeling between my legs.His movements became swifter and harder with time. Each thrust was hitting the right spot. I was experiencing pure ecstasy and bliss, but was it healthy to get so many orgasms for a human body?A long time had passed, and he was still fucking me with the same momentum. My body was exhausted by all the sensations. It was exciting, but my muscles were all sore from being in the same position for who knows how long. “Stop!” I cried. “Stop, please!”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. :)
“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
I was in Desmond’s hefty arms before my brain could contemplate the situation.He carried me to my bedroom and laid me on the bed like a bride. His face hovered close to my face, gazing intently into my eyes. The power of his eyes was something else. It was like staring into two multi-chrome suns, holding the power to blind your logical thinking instead of the eyes.His pink lips were inching toward my lips. Before they could touch, I put a hand between our mouths and pushed him back. “Get away from me!” I pushed harder.He stepped away and raised his hands in the air. “Just trying to help you. I think you fell for something at the door.” He winked at me like the little seductive devil he was.“Move away from me more. Your back must touch the door. I don’t want you anywhere near me,” I commanded, covering my eyes with one hand. There must be some magic in his eyes that he was using to hypnotize me. I was not driven by lust, especially not for some douche who had hurt my friend Mason