This is a spin-off of my other series, The Summoning. Hope you like it!
Being an alchemist assistant has its advantages. Especially for one as tenured as Lucinda. She really knows her stuff, and has texts and manuscripts detailing some really interesting spells and incantations. I didn’t think any of them would work, but then I saw that futa girl. I watched from the door, somewhat hidden, while Lucinda and her friend rode the futa’s massive cock, both getting filled and covered in her cum. After that, I took things more seriously.
I came across a summoning spell. All it required was a sigil on the floor, and a somewhat complex chant. Seemed easy enough, and I was eager to try it. I took the manuscript home, drew the sigil, said the words, and had the most aggressive and satisfying fuck of my life. I couldn’t wait to share it with some of my friends. And my opportunity was coming.
It took some planning and a bit of time, as well as a clever excuse for the amount of time I was in her pantry, but the adhesive was set. Blaire was none the wiser, and as long as she didn’t clean up the “sticky mess” for a couple of days, I could go back into her apartment, spill some flour or something, and summon the demon again for us all. It was perfect. Blaire was still a virgin, attractive but shy. We could get her cherry popped, and have some incredible fun as a group. It was even her birthday, great way to ring in #21!
The beauty of it was the summoned demon would be completely sterile, so no need for protection. We could all get filled, and filled with no consequence. Which is good, because Blaire and I had a synced cycle, and now was not a good time for any “accidents.” Such a curse, to be so horny and vulnerable.
I get to her apartment, knock on the door, and wait for a response. I wore my silkiest robe over absolutely nothing, shivering with anticipation. My own arousal dripped down my leg as I waited for Blaire to open the door, the store bought muffins shaking in the plastic casing. Ironic, I could brew advanced potions, but baking was just outside my wheelhouse.
The door swung open, revealing Blaire. She was completely naked, skin glistening in sweat and some other substance. Her hair was matted to her face with an orange goo, and a faraway look fogged her eyes.
“Nancy!” she exclaimed in a hazy excitement. She invited me in, hugging me as I walked through the open door. It slammed shut behind me, and her lips pressed against mine. Truth be told, I had always wanted to make out with her, but something had triggered alarms in my head. She was walking me through the apartment, our tongues still dancing together. Her hands pulled my robe open, and I dropped the muffins in surprise.
“Not so fast,” I said breathlessly. The orange substance bridged the gap between us in slimy strands, and she bit her lip seductively. I could hear moaning coming from one of the rooms, and turned to look down the hallway. That’s when I saw the shattered remains of the pantry door. My heart sunk. If she accidentally summoned the demon… my thoughts trailed off. I could smell traces of the lavender perfume I’d given Samantha, an intoxicating scent sure to maximize the stamina of anyone who smelled it. So, now we’re dealing with an unhinged demon who’s ability to keep fucking is enhanced. Great.
I pulled out my phone, typed a quick text to Lucinda and hit ‘send.’ I hadn’t realized the moaning had been getting louder, or that I was being led down the hall until the grunting filled my ears.
Blaire had walked me to her guest room, fingers roaming down my now naked body without me even realizing it. A heavy musk hung in the air here, mixed with the lavender coming from Samantha. The sight of the creature behind her shocked me enough to drop my phone. The only message getting through read, “I fucked up.”
Samantha was getting railed by a tremendous creature. Four arms and hands holding her thighs and playing with her breasts, a long tongue sliding across her cheek and into her mouth, tentacles dangling from its face caressing her head and entering her ears and nose. It’s lower hands groped her tighter, pulling her more fully against itself. A slight bulge formed at her belly as the creature bellowed. She moaned in absolute ecstasy at the same time, seemingly enjoying the feeling of the creature filling her with it’s cum. The tentacles at her head glowed brightly, orange liquid draining into her hair and down her face.
“Yes master,” Blaire moaned out behind me. Her fingers curved up between my legs, sliding into my flowered pussy. “Fill her with your seed.”
I really fucked up. Blaire must have accidentally summoned this creature, who has some kind of control over them, and now I’m standing in front of it completely naked and ready for my turn. I watched in horrific fascination as the tentacles slithered from Samantha’s ears and nose, orange slime leaking from her orifices. She looked at me, her eyes far away like Blaire’s.
“We found another one for you, master,” she cooed up at it. “And you can smell she’s ready for breeding.”
I would have turned and ran right then, if not for the intoxicating scents, and Blaire’s fingers working inside me. I could do little more than stare in horror and moan as the creature retreated from behind Samantha, it’s cock withdrawing wetly. It shimmered in the room’s light, slick with the juices of my two friends and its own… fluids. Something told me this creature wasn’t as sterile as the one I’d intended on summoning. It strode towards me, the horns rising from either side of its head scraping the ceiling. Hooves at its feet thudded against the carpet under its weight. My breath was shaky, chest trembling as it reached a hand out to me. Blaire licked my neck, blowing softly against my ear. Her fingers nearly made me cum, but the creature took me from her grasp.
It lifted me higher, my head nearly hitting the ceiling before tipping me back. My legs thrashed a bit as my feet tapped its hairy shoulders. Its big hands restrained them at the thigh, spreading my legs apart while its other hands held me around my arms. The tentacles near his mouth stretched up and around my body, circling around my waist and thighs by his hands. When did I start thinking of it as a him? I thought. His long tongue glances across my wet slit, up one side then grinding back down the other. I shook in his hands, my legs spreading wider of their own accord. He took the hint, sending his tongue between the lips, sliding deeper and deeper into the velvety walls beyond.
I moaned heartily, relishing in the probing tongue despite every warning bell ringing in my mind. The probe wiggled against my constricting walls, slithering deeper into me. The tentacles around my waist and legs glowed warm, a slight pulsing making my skin tingle. A sharp pain jolted through my body, sharper than any I’d ever felt as his tongue poked at something inside. It had extended deeper than anything before, and I wasn’t sure why the pleasure had shattered around this pain. The tongue slipped back, just barely missing that deep area as it continued wriggling.
He pulled his slicked tongue from my body just before setting me over the edge of orgasm. I panted and groaned with what could have been disappointment. Coming so close to climax, only to be denied that sweet release was nothing short of torture. He lowered my ass, my face coming to rest at his eyes. His tentacles, with those warm, glowy ends reached out to my head. They circled around, burying themselves in my hair. Their tender caressing felt like a therapeutic massage, everything else melting away for a brief moment. Another hand pressed against my body, this one at the small of my back. His four were still gripping my thighs and holding me under my arms, so the new one had to belong to one of my friends. My friends who were under his influence. I had to do something, resist this creature and rescue them from the mess I made. Fortunately, I was at least somewhat practiced in the mystical arts.
That won’t help you, a faint voice echoed through my mind. Another hand between my legs helped line the thick head of the creature’s impressive cock up with my drooling pussy. My head was reeling, thoughts swarming for a way to fight this.
“In we go…” Samantha cooed from behind me. The creature lowered me slowly, impaling me onto his rigid length. I felt every bump of each vein along his cock as it entered, the lubrication lining my walls making his progress nearly effortless. “You’ll be like us soon,” Samantha droned on, her hands rubbing and spanking my ass. My attempts to block the invading voice in my mind became more difficult when I felt pressure at my ears.
You’re mine, it said much more loudly than before. The pressure built, extending into my ear canals as the tentacles entered my head. I felt two others slide up my face, grimacing as they wriggled into my nose. The warmth spread into my mind, don’t fight it, embrace me. My body reacted to the meaty rod stuffing into me, mind melting at the suggestions. I had to push back, had to stop this, why? Just let it happen. The orgasm once denied began building again, more ferocious than before. I knew a climax now would make me a puppet of this beast, mindless fuckdoll forever. Would that be so bad? It feels sooo good…
He lifted me from the near-total penetration, then surged his hips forward as he brought me back down. I’d never felt so full in my life. Never felt so good. So close to my purpose. I knew, on some level, that the voices in my head urging me on belonged to the creature. That they were winning. My efforts were fading with each thrust, each stimulation he provided as he drove me closer to the edge. My legs wrapped around the creature plowing me, nails of my fingers digging into his chest. I moaned throatily, my last shred of fight burning in my chest as he surged deep again. The tentacles inside my head seemed to get thicker, prodding more effectively into my thoughts. Yes, that’s it. Be my breeding stock. We’re so close.
It was all too much. My hands slipped down his furry chest, dangling limply at my sides as his hips thrusted against mine. He stopped lifting me, just sending shallow thrusts instead. My head fell back, rolling around my shoulders. His tentacles massaged my scalp, and I felt it. Here we go, the voice boomed inside my head. Scarce other thoughts rose up, just what he planted. But the feeling. I could feel the pressures inside as his thickness stretched me, his tentacles in and around my head. The tightness of my our orgasm so wonderfully close. But I felt something new. I felt as though I could feel tightness around something that wasn’t there. Like I was fucking into someone, instead of just getting fucked. I could feel the slick warmth of my own body constricting around myself, a tensing between my legs in swinging testicles not attached to myself. We are one, the voice proclaimed, all cognitive thought melting away as the creature seized control.
Finally, just before completely losing myself to him entirely, our bodies erupted to each other. My few remaining independent thoughts burned away in blissful climax, and I marveled in the pure ecstasy of filling and being flooded by warm seed. I felt the pulses rocking through my phantom cock, the throbbing of the shaft along my constricting walls. I was aware of the spasming of my cervix around the head of our cock, my quivering ring slurping every drop of potent fluid directly into my uterus. My womb, completely at his disposal, to use and breed forever. My head rolled between my shoulders, the warmth from his tentacles around and in it spreading as viscous fluid flowed from their tips. A low, throaty moan fell from my lips, mirroring the grunts coming from the creature pumping filling me with our baby. His thoughts became my own, any pain or resistance pushed somewhere far, far away. More. The most dominant thought ringing between my ears. I need more. We need more. More cum, more women, more breeding, more.
As our orgasms subsided, my hungry body filled to the brim with his glorious potential but desperate for more, I remembered my discarded phone. The creature groaned with satisfaction, encouraging me to get the phone as he set me down on still trembling legs. I whimpered as his perfect cock slipped wetly from my body, almost mourning the lack of his full presence in our body. His tentacles left my head, rivulets of the orange slime running down my face as it leaked from my hair, ears, and nose. I collapsed to the mattress, the cold fluids already soaking the soft surface making me squeal in surprise. My eyes scanned the floor, searching out the phone I dropped in foolish fear.
It was over by the open door, laying screen down on the floor. I crawled over to it, knowing our naked, fluid slicked body was pleasing to my master’s eyes. I could feel his eyes on me as I crawled, adding an exaggerated sway to the hips as his perfect seed oozed from the small gape between our legs. I reached the device, arms out along the floor with my ass in the air. I was hoping presenting myself to my master in such a way would draw him in. Start another amazing experience ending with more of his sacred seed filling our womb, fertilizing our egg, or hopefully even several. I giggled at the thought of bearing him several descendants at a time as I unlocked the phone.
His large, strong hands were grasping my elevated ass before I could register what I was seeing on my phone. Notifications, messages, upcoming alarm. The conversation with Lucinda, my beautiful, smart, sexy, perfect breeder of an employer had replied to my first message. More big hands wrapped around, grabbing me by my grapefruit sized breasts dangling from my chest. He lifted me into the air, holding me against himself as I tried communicating with the outside world.
‘What’s going on, sweet girl?’ the reply read. Tentacles dangled around my head, obscuring my vision as they searched out a way in. ‘You’ll have to cum see,’ I responded, hoping to spark her interest. Samantha came into the room, the orange smears around her face somewhat cleaned up. I typed the address, along with some lude emojis and hit send. Samantha took one of my erect nipples in her mouth, pinching the other in her slender fingers. Her other hand guided the veiny shaft of our master between my lubricated folds, the synapses connecting me to my master providing me with the sensation of her massaging our massive balls as we entered our tight, warm body. The phone fell from my limp hand as I once again became filled and consumed by my master, my hips grinding against him as he thrusted into me. My body, our body, his body eager to take more of his semen, hosting his progeny. Samantha kept fondling our bodies, cooing pleasantly as our orgasms built again. And again.
And again when we heard Nancy greet our other friend at the door. I hoped Becca was wearing the perfume I gave her. The citrus scent tended to be overwhelming, but it was certain to have anyone in the mood. Not that our master was incapable of dominating her, but it would be nice to help her willingly offer herself, mind, body and soul, to her new master. Our new life. Accept our purpose with happily spread legs around a drooling pussy.
The messy mane of her red hair peaked around the door as the fourth load pulsed into me. My belly bulged against Samantha’s face, her fingers rubbing my tingling pussy as it spasmed in her palm. The three of us inhaled in unison, sensations of citrus filling my mind as the tentacles slithering in my nose confirmed she was wearing the special perfume. Samantha turned, striding with swaying hips to Becca and Nancy. They led her into the room, mouth gaping at the creature holding me, completely unaware of the bliss in her immediate future. She offered no resistance as our friends undressed her, staring in fear and fascination as they laid her on the soiled mattress. Her pink lips glistened as they helped spread her legs, then spread and teased her sex for us to see. She smelled wonderful. Her intoxicating citrus and natural pheromones flooding our mind.
Our master set me down, sliding from our body, all holes released after so much abuse. A numb soreness throbbed inside, mostly between my legs as he thundered over to Becca. The soreness increased as more of the orange slime oozed from my head. Becca never screamed, never thrashed out, hardly even whimpered. I could taste her as our master slid his tongue deep into her soon to be claimed pussy. Drool dripped from my slacked mouth, the flavors of my friend heavy on my tongue as his swirled and wriggled in her warm, slick tightness. I lay facing them on the floor, absolute satisfaction burning through me as I watched him prepare to penetrate. I could feel her tight walls pressing in around my phantom cock, every slip and slide inside her body as our master fucked her.
Samantha stimulated her body as our master entered her head, Becca moaning loudly as the pleasures built inside. My hips gyrated with a building orgasm. Though there was no physical stimulation inside or against me, the mental link I still had with my master provided all the pleasures he was feeling. Every thrust into Becca’s warm body, every slap of our balls against her round ass, the feeling of her soft skin in my hands, even the faltering screams in her mind brought us closer to the growing climax.
The hesitance melted away in her mind, her thoughts becoming more accepting as her legs wrapped around our master. I felt her fingers at my breast, her calves behind my back, the rhythmic constrictions around my thickening phantom cock as it sunk deeper into her. The sensations of her pussy spreading wide around the firm bulb just over my aching clit was almost enough to send me spiraling over the edge, but I found my climax denied again. Becca’s mind still resisted, the futility of her mental fight making my master bring us ever closer to orgasm, surging out building climax higher and higher. Becca’s head fell back, thickening tentacles protruding from her nose as the veins bulge, ready to bathe her tormented brain in the comforting orange slime. My hand worked desperately between my legs. I couldn’t take it anymore, my mind urging Becca to just give in. Willing her to become us, accept the master’s blessing, and open herself to her destiny. Her head turned, faraway eyes resting on me laying on the floor. Writhing in desperation for release. Tears streamed from her eyes, flowing down her face as she broke.
Yes, I heard echoing in my mind. A resounding acceptance from Becca led to the most powerful orgasm any of us had ever experienced. My juices gushed freely from my spasming pussy, total pleasure surging throughout my body in agonizing waves of ecstasy. I moaned as Becca howled, feeling her convulsing hole swallow all our pulsing shaft could offer. My master pumped his essence into her, his beautiful seed filling her womb to bursting as her stomach began to bulge around her inflating uterus. The tentacles in and around her head throbbed as they flooded her skull, orange slime leaking from her mouth when it had nowhere else to go. We remained fully buried inside her throughout our orgasms, relishing in her twitches as she became more full than ever before. As she mindlessly accepted the first of many attempts to breed. Good practice, my master assured.
My teary eyes focused on the phone as I retrieved it again. Lucinda had responded, “Need me to bring anything?” She sent a photo of various instruments and toys, along with some provocative emojis.
“Just your sexy ass,” I responded. Then I had a thought. “That, and anything you have that can intensify pleasure and stamina.” Sent. “And maybe anything to improve fertility and volume,” I added, with a wink emoji.
After a moment, Becca was placed on the mattress. I didn’t feel her being slid up my phantom shaft, the intense neural link having faded without me noticing. My master looked over at me, then at Samantha still standing near the door of our room. He reached out to her, beckoning her to him. My phone vibrated at my chest, the sudden jolt making me spasm with my drifting orgasm. “On my way” she said, a heart emoji ending her statement. I couldn’t wait to share this with her. She’d be sure to please my master. I wonder who else I should invite? Everyone…
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