Chapter 4

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!”