Aithusa moves down his body, trailing her fingertips lightly over him, tracing his lips, gently following the line of his jaw, exploring his neck and chest, circling his nipples. Her hand trails lower, follow the line of dark hair to his belly. Lower. Soft as a desert breeze, her hand settles gently on his straining cock. It jumps violently beneath her hand but he maintains control. Her hand is like a curious animal, exploring the contours, the smooth skin for it's own pleasure – not concerned about what he might be feeling, not trying to arouse. The hand takes its time, running the length of the hard shaft, dipping into the shining precum at the tip and spreading it lazily over the soft head, massaging the balls below and reaching further back to explore the sensitive skin between the testicles and the anus. Moving up to grasp the shaft, squeezing and releasing pressure without sliding. He grows even harder. Her hunger begins to rise agai

 With that, she leaned down, scooped up his head in her hands, and kissed him on the mouth with her fiery lips. It was a long passionate kiss. She could feel a warmth spreading through her body. She rose, slightly, and her green eyes penetrated into his soul. She was hungry. She hadn't felt like this in so long. She kissed him again, more forcefully. At long last, she sat back up. "I'm impressed. Not bad at all, Scott" she said.Gasping for breath he finally managed to say, "Uh, thanks.""And your cock's not too bad either." she said with a wink. She could feel his now hard cock deep inside her, her pussy gripping him tightly.She reached down, with one of her alabaster hands, and gently picked up his right hand, placing it on her chest. He splayed his fingers out over the swell of her breast, trapped under the tight material, and then gently squeezed. To someone used to this sort of thing, it might have mea

 Yet, a more lovely sight awaited him. There sat petite Aithusa. Her soft, ivory shoulders were exposed and her cherry-red curls fell down her back. Her lips were carefully tinted red and her skin was flawless. Her silver eyes shone like twin moons in the grand dining hall. She wore a form fitting dress of lacey periwinkle. Rook plumped himself down onto the chair’s thick velvet cushion.“You know that you look breathtaking, right?” prompted Rook and she dazzled him with his smile.“And you know that I am furious with you, right?” asked Aithusa. Her eyes narrowed at her best friend.“I know you are angry and you have every right to be but you know the reasons. Even though there is no point asking for forgiveness and it is just plain and simple going to be something like what has happened earlier but I doubt that you remember anything at all,&r

 Intended Victim’s POV I heard footsteps on the stair. My bedroom door opened and in came a shadow. She came closer, six feet tall, smooth naked female flesh with flaming red hair. She was drop dead gorgeous and apart from the slight reddish tinge to her skin, she might have been a centre-fold. Well she did have a four foot long tail but I expect you could airbrush that slight discrepancy from any photos.She walked up to me and I could she her skin was hot and flushed. She pushed me back on to the bed, and sat across me. With a slightly European accent, she said "You called Elexis? You want my services? You seek the ultimate satisfaction?"What else could I say? I answered, "yes, yes, emm please".She literally ripped the rest of my clothes off. Tearing my shirt and trousers, she used them to tie me to the bed. Defenceless now I lay there waiting for her.

 The young man knew what he was about to do, but he was desperate. He was alone and tired of trying to find the right woman that could fully satisfy his needs. This was what he wanted, even if he did know what the price would be.The pentagram was drawn on the floor of the second bedroom. The extra mattress lay in the middle of it and the room was dark. Dark, except for the dozen candles that were burning around it. The incense burned as it was listed in the book he had purchased over the Internet.Richard's low voice began to speak the chant of summoning. It quavered at first, with a little fear of what he was doing, but as he continued the chant, his voice grew stronger and more determined.The mattress showed signs that something was pressing down on it, at first. Then there was the slight sweet smell of roses and honey. Richard continued to chant, keeping his mind on what needed to be said, down to the exact syllabl