“Do not call up that which you cannot put down.” H.P. Lovecraft
Maria found the book in an old used book store. For a while she’d been looking for various books of spells and magic. She had always been interested in the occult, and now that she was in college she had begun to search in earnest. Her friend, Becky, had always warned her against it. It was something satanic. Not what good Christians should do.
Becky didn’t understand. Maria had never been as socially graceful. Even now in college she found she was being bullied and worse. The magic was something to give her the power to get revenge on the girls who tormented her, and enchant the boys she lusted after.
On this day she was looking through the shelves of dusty tomes of an old bookstore. Strangely she felt herself compelled deep into the store. Inside she found leather-bound tome dicarded under piles of old moldering books. lt almost seemed to be calling her to it, dusty and forgotten. In truth was. The locked inside was a malevolent spirit that had waited a long time for a suitable catalyist. Her young, beautiful body would do nicely.
Maria bought the book, and started reading it on the way home. Incantations, runes of power, and diagrams filled the yellowed pages of the tome. As she read a voice subtly whispered in her mind, guiding her to the ritual that would set the daemon inside free. Once home, she cleared a space on the floor. She then proceeded to carefully draw out the esoteric symbols form the book with salt. Once her glyphs were complete she turned off the electric overhead lights and lit candles around her ritual space. In the flickering candlelight she read aloud the incantation. The candles dimmed, the eldritch bindings were broken, and the daemon was summed forth.
Virgil was human once, but long ago the arcane powers he had acquired caused a metamorphosis. He was now something different. In the past he had been called an incubus. A name that wasn’t entirely accurate, but close enough. With a flash of light Virgil was made manifest. He hovered above the ritual circle, in his newly summoned immaculate, naked human form. “Demon,” Maria started trying to sound confident, “I summoned you. Submit to me.” She tried to look tough, but her eyes gave her away. They were full of fear and surprise.
Inside she was beginning to panic. All the stories about the forces of Satan she learned as a child flooded back. The magic she had cast before had never produced such tangible results. The last thread of hope Maria clinged to was that she summed this spirit. She silently prayed that this would be enough to control the thing that was now floating closer. It appeared to still be locked inside the ritual circle, and seeing that may have given Maria some courage. She moved to the edge of the circle, careful to not damage the glyphs that protected her. “Submit,” she commanded using all the courage and will she could muster.
Virgil put his hand to his chin, as if pondering her command. He floated to the edge of the circle with his face inches in front of his summoner’s. “No,” he said finaly after a few minutes of deliberation, “No I will not, and actually…”
With a flick of his wrists tendrils of shadow coalesced around her arms and legs. Virgil crossed the runes and floated around Maria, her eyes wide with fear. She knew the glyphs would not protect her now. Virgil’s fingers twisted in a practiced gesture, and the lines of salt reformed into new, different runes. Runes to empower a new ritual. The enity caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. It felt so soft and warm to his hand which had not touched anything in millennia. Maria gasped in shock as the hand touched her face. The warm caress of his hand dispelled any hope that this some hallucination or ephemeral being. She couldn’t stop her trembling as she closed her eyes, and turned her head away. Virgil’s gentile caress transitioned into a tight grip on Maria’s chin, and forced her face to his. A smile grew on his lips as Maria fearfully opened her eyes. In a commanding tone he said, “It will be you will submit to me.”
“No!” She screamed and thrashed against the shadows that restrained her. Her struggle was futile as the shadows branched and flowed up her sleeves and pant-legs like vines crawling up a wall. The umbral bindings pulled her arms and legs apart, then lifted her into the air. Her eyes start to tear up as she began to realize her peril. “This, this can’t be real,” she sobbed.
“It is. You made the pact by summoning me, and now you are mine.” Obsidian blades grew from the shadows creeping over her body. They sliced through her clothes easily tearing through the fabric. The tattered scraps of clothing fell like petals from a flower revealing her soft, naked body. “You will be mother to my brood, and forst among those in my heram. I could feel your desire for power in your soul, and through me you shall have it.” Maria was shaking her head furiously as her shadow bindings pulled apart her legs and rotate her body toward Virgil. Small rivulets of shadow flowed across her body in intricate patterns reaching to her clit and nipples. With Virgil’d command the shadows with an ethereal pressure began to stroke and squeeze her erogenous zones. Her nipples stiffened, her breath quickened, and her cunt moistend as the daemon floated closer.
Floating next to her suspended body Virgil ran a hand along Maria’s side, leaving a trail of goosebumps pricking from his touch. She continued to plead as the hand of the summoned being groped her breast, rolling her hard nipple between his finger and thumb. She lets out a reluctant moan as his other hand moved to her moistening pussy. Virgil’s finger traced her wet slit, gently pushing apart Maria’s labia. “Please,” she sobs, tears streaming down her face, “please stop.” The daemon chuckled at her pleas, and took his erect cock and rubed it against her pussy. Maria shivered upon feeling the cock prod her cunt. Any hope that this was some sort of nightmare was obliterated as she gasped in disbelief of how warm and hard it felt. Virgil meanwhile was entranced by the sensation on his dick. It has been so long and her hole felt warm and wet. Not able wait a second longer he presses the head of my dick against her clit. Maria lets out another moan. “Please, no. I’m a virgin,” she beged.
“Wonderful. Our pact will be stronger for it.” Virgil’s cock continues to tease his captive’s wet, trembling cunt while Maria pleaded hysterically. She thrashed her body frantically trying to free herself from the shadows that bound her. Its was no use. She’s belong to the daemon now. The feind roughly forced his full length inside her, breaking her hymen in one hard, deep thrust. Maria screamed as the hard cock filled her defiled pussy. The girl was in over her head began to sob and wimper. Virgil groaned in pleasure enjoying the sensation of warm wet flesh on his cock again, and begin to thrust into her vigorously.
The daemon’s cock stimulated the very depths of Maria’s cunt. Soon, sobs begin to be punctuated by moans as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Both the stimulation of her clit and the feind’s cock in her pussy were starting to feel good. Even as she continues to beg him to stop her hips started to rock in time with Virgil’s thrusts. She was panting now, moaning with every movement of the feind’s cock, every caresses of the shadows on her clit, every pinch of her nipple. Some primal part of her had awakened. A beastial desire to be fucked and filled. Her protests stop were now repressed by the wails of an animal in heat. She threw her head back, and her body tensed. A powerful orgasm rippled through her, causing her body to thrash against its bindings. When her body finally relaxed she went limp the ropes of shadow, whispering “Please,” over and over. Whether it was a plea to stop, or one to continue Maria couldn’t decide.
She didn’t get to rest for long. Virgil continued his thrusts inside her. Her body slightly swinging in the shadows and her tits jiggling as he pounded her tight, freshly deflowered pussy. Maria was moaning again only after few thrusts. What was once a thinking human has been reduced to wailing beast wanting to only fulfill it’s carnal desires. She panted out pleas, but Maria now realized that they are no longer for the feind to stop. She wanted more, and she begins to beg him not to stop. He obliged her.
From the shadows Virgil summoned phantom copies of his cock. The ethereal dicks forced their way into her ass and mouth, fucking all her holes. Her eyes rolled back in her head as another climax began to build inside her. Her tit and clit rubbed the the shadows, the phantom cocks in her ass and mouth, and the daemon’s cock pushing deep inside her. Each contributing their own sparks to the raging fire inside her. She came again, her body straining as her juices squirted around the feind’s cock. While in the throws of her orgasm Virgil released his load. It splattered against her cervix and flowed into her womb. Virgil held his cock deep inside her savoring her warm twitching cunt as the last of his cum squirted from his cock.
Virgil removed himself from her pussy. His cum, her blood, and juices start to leak out, but her cunt is quickly plugged up by shadows. Hovering above her face, Virgil watched with delight her blissful agony as the shadows forced her to another orgasm. Maria could not stop panting and moaning as the shadows continued to fuck her holes, rubed her clit, and played with her tits. “The ritual is complete. You are forever marked as my concubine.” As he spoke a red inverted pentagram glowed over Maria’s womb. With that Virgil leaves her to be ravished by the shadows. Only to return after she’s cum so much she can nolonger stand. She wanted power to get revenge and control others, and she’ll get it. All it cost was her body.
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