Cassandra looked at the steaming cauldron before her, watched that her insurance charms to ward of unwanted demons were firm and took a full breath. It was the last week of the Hungry Ghost festival and she had ensured she set up her coven was in the most unholy of grounds the ‘Village of the Dead’ at Bukit Brown Cemetery, Singapore. On the off chance that she couldn’t use the witch craft of evil spirit summoning in one week from now’s finals she would never pass her Advanced Witching Degree and would be returning to a 9 to 5 job of fortune telling and herbal remedies. She was resolved with this opportunity to hit the nail on the head, after past endeavors had brought about just cerebral pain and disappointment.
It would help obviously if her witchery book wasn’t so singed and dirty with powder recolors that she could scarcely make out the antiquated script. It was imperative to get the words right. There was that tale about the witch who had got her articulation wrong and wound up summoning the devil himself. Precisely how that meeting went nobody knew as all that had stayed of the witch was a little heap of fiery debris. The story could simply be an urban myth, yet Cassandra wasn’t taking any risks. She kept her eyes on the page as she presented the Summoning Charm in ancient languages, going back so that the now-bubbling water didn’t sprinkle onto her bare skin. Despite the fact that she would wear a robe to the witching exam, it was customary for a witch to work naked, and as she was just summoning a low-level Goblin, it was unrealistic to think about her absence of apparel.
Yet the measure of warmth and steam that abruptly ascended from the pot as she completed the Charm were significantly more than she had anticipated. Hacking and wiping her eyes Cassandra looked on to see a well-built, man molded ascending from the cauldron, bearing no connection to the photo of the goblin in her book. The steam cleared, uncovering a bare man devil who looked every last bit a well-endowed man. Just the brilliant sheen to his skin and the crimson shade of his hair demonstrated he was a heavenly creature. That and the certainty Cassandra had never seen a human male so perfectly well-made. He stood naked and looked upon Cassandra his cock looking the size of a horses dick.
Cassandra acknowledged she was gazing upon him and become flushed; considerably all the more so when the devil’s eyes voyaged over her own body, his look waiting on her bosoms and lips, flushed and sodden from the warmth, before at long last meeting her eyes.
He looked verging on eased. “You have summoned me and now we must finish off this spell and complete your erotic dream. I am Incubus,” he said.
Cassandrs looked down at her book and flipped through a couple pages, totally muddled. Nope, Incubus generally came to women in their sleep and had devils wings. He was however around six foot tall devil with thighs like tree trunks and that massive cock. He walked over to her and delightfully tousled hair.
“It appears to be right around a disgrace to send you back,” she considered, and the evil spirit looked shocked.
“Send me back? Obviously you have case the wrong spell. I am Incubus and until we engage in sexual relations, there is no sending back?”
Cassandra speedily dropped the book and hid her bosoms with her hands, all of a sudden intensely mindful of her own bareness. “Do what? I was simply honing my witchcraft, I have an exam one week from now. Precisely what kind of evil spirit would you say you are? I was expecting a Goblin.”
At that the man looked attacked, then delighted. “Indeed, I’m not a Goblin. I am Incubus one of the oldest demons. Your witchcraft may have summoned me but until my deed is complete you will not be rid of me.”
Cassandra looked at the massive horses dick that Incubus had and her eyes watered up and she began to cry. Hers eyes went wide as he ventured out of the cauldron. The steaming water trickled off his rigid thighs, his penis becoming erect as he moved towards her. Leandra was attached to the spot, her mouth dry as she felt warmth originating from his body, for some unknown reason she began to feel hot and wet between her thighs. Demon magic for sure.
“You will be mine now,’ he said, halting only a couple inches away, “Until you formally Release me, by giving yourself to me I cannot leave, however I can guarantee that I will delight you.”
“I see.” Oh my, she thought, licking dry lips. Her hands drifted down to her sides and his look went to her bosoms, eyes craving them. It had been too long, she understood, since her last sexual encounter.
The evil presence bowed down to kiss her, pulling her towards him. His skin was hotter than any human’s, and his fingertips left torching trails along her back and over her butt cheeks as his hands wandered her body. He abandoned her mouth to lay a way of butterfly kisses down her neck.
“I am Cassandra,” she managed to whisper out how, panting as he asserted her mouth once more. His tongue dashed between her lips and she was glad that it wasn’t forked. It was however more pointed than a man’s and considered how it might feel on her clit sent her over the edge. His teeth also were pointed. She was groaning as she grasped a bunch of his hair and pushed her body into his, remaining on tiptoes. She was totally under his spell and her silky smooth juices were running down her leg in anticipation of taking his monster cock.
In a smooth motion he lifted her off the ground, his hands measuring her rear end, as though she did not weigh anything. Wrapping her legs around him Cassandra felt his prick squeezing against her wetness and groaned once more. He was so huge she did not know if she could take him but she felt smoking hot there as well and she was all of a sudden edgy to know how he would feel inside her. Incubus the demon conveyed her over to the table where her herbs and potions were and threw them aside and placed her on it. He separated her legs, taking a look at her now open pussy that was dripping wet. He looked at her as though her body were a banquet and that he proposed to appreciate every last bit of.
He brought down himself over her, his mouth setting off to her bosoms, a hand slipping between her legs, and Cassandra covered a hand in his hair and shut her eyes, giving herself over to the delightful sentiments winding through her body. He orbited one areola with that hot, pointed tongue then sucked it forcefully into his mouth as master fingers discovered her sweet spot and stroked her tenderly. His touch was immaculate, and she kicked against his hands and mouth, curving her back like a feline.
Incubus stooped between her legs, his thumb circumnavigating her clit now while he plunged fingers inside her. Leandra went after his prick, felt the hot weight of him in her grasp not able to hold it within her fingers as it was so large, however when she went to sit up, planning to try to take him in her mouth he tenderly pushed her withdraw.
His voice was very nearly a snarl as he said ‘lay back’ and pushed her forcefully back onto the table, his yearning self-evident, yet he brought down himself between her legs and tasted her gradually, his tongue dashing around and over her clit until she thought she would shout with the delight of it. She did shout, when three fingers went inside her, then four and then five whilst he sucked on her nipples and as her climax peaked, so she writhed under him and let go, surrendering herself to her orgasm as his fist slipped inside her. He kept his mouth on her until she completed, then came up and kissed her with an astonishing force. She could taste her own cum juices on his lips.
“Did you enjoy that he said?” Without waiting for a reply he said , “Now you are ready to take me’ as he withdrew his fist from her pussy. He began opening her legs more and wrapping them around his waist, Cassandra pushed his cock to meet hers with her thighs. “I need you inside me,” she whispered, and he moved, his body pushing as the pressure of his cock on her gaping vagina grew more and more. After perhaps half a minute an audible pop could be heard as he began entering her in one quick and profound stroke that about sent her over the edge once more she screamed in both delight and pain. She moved with him, her hands grasping at his ass cheeks, feeling his muscles fix and flex as he dove all through her with the mammoth cock. The warmth from his prick appeared to fill her own particular body, transforming her into fluid warmth from the back to front. When she returned again it went on longer than she suspected conceivable, until she was a trembling, boneless wreckage in his arms, groaning delicately as his entire body fixed and he nipped at her neck, peaking himself with a low snarl. She trembled spent and abused.
They lay not speaking as the phosphorescence of the moment subsided at the coven at Bukit Brown Cemetery, Singapore, then she moved once again into his arms and grinned. “That was better than I ever thought possible,” she said, smiling as he flushed at her achievement of taking all of him.
She watched as he rose and said, “I must leave now but I have left you a gift.”
Cassandra passed her witchery examination with flying colors and is a now practicing witch. Now three months along and a noticeable bump can be seen. She wonders what it will be like to bring up a demon child in Singapore.