Phoenix_Feather
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Hello everyone. I've been busy with other writing projects and haven't been able to spend as much time as I'd like on kink lately. But someone asked me about a dark fantasy of mine, reality be damned, and I needed to get out. Please enjoy this quick and dirty little tale.
Violet gathered her materials and went over the list again. Six black candles, a pin, a pentagram drawn on the floor with black washi tape, a white length of cord forming a circle around the pentagram for extra security, matches, and a fire extinguisher just outside the circle for safety’s sake. The pentagram was large enough that she could lay in it without touching the edges. She had tied her long, golden brown hair in a bun so it wouldn’t risk catching the candle’s flames. Every night for the last two weeks she had practiced, saying the incantation over and over until it came to her as easily as her own name.
A part of her felt foolish. Violet knew that this wouldn’t cause a demon to materialize before her eyes once she lit some candles and said a silly rhyme. But that’s not what she was expecting to happen. Countless hours had been spent researching succubi and incubi online. From what she could gather, the succubus would appear to her while she was asleep or in a meditative state. And that was all she was hoping for; to enter a heightened state of mind that would make her fantasy feel more real to her. It was a placebo effect. The spell was nothing more than a ritual to help her focus and bring the woman she had dreamed up a little more into reality. It really wasn’t any different than closing her eyes and pretending it was someone else’s fingers inside her while she masterbated. And the fantasy was a simple one. The demon would kiss her between her legs until Violet came. There would be no entertaining her darker curiosities of being blindfolded, bound and teased. Of fingers and feathers trailing over her body as she squirmed helplessly and begged for mercy. Violet shuddered and pushed those thoughts from her mind. No. She would be starting off nice and simple.
Taking a deep breath, Violet stripped down to her underwear. She felt as silly in the clothing as she did performing the spell. Silky, dark purple like her namesake, the gauzy material of the teddy caressed her sides and made her fair skin look almost porcelain white with the contrast. Black lace cupped her breasts and ass, but just barely so. Both spilled over the too small edges making her rather average body look more voluptuous than she really was. Buying it had been embarrassing. The sale’s girl at fancy boutique had made sly comments on how lucky her boyfriend was to have such a lovely girl dress up in such nice lingerie for him. Violet made no move to correct her.
This was all part of the ritual. It would make everything feel more real and feed into the fantasy. That was why all the preparation was worth it.
She placed each black pillar candle in it’s holder at each point of the pentagram. Double checking the lines of the protection circle once more, she took a pin and a deep, steadying breath. It was time.
It took a few tries. No sane person would intentionally make themself bleed for masterbation. With the third press of the needle to her fingertip, she broke skin. Clearing her mind, she rubbed the few drops of blood she had spilled onto the tip of the remaining candle.
As she rubbed her ‘essence’ into the wax, she called upon the image she had been cultivating in her mind for the last month. Each and every detail of this woman had been painstakingly scrutinized as she brought the woman to life in her mind. She started with the demon’s soft, supple feet, over her ankles and up long, lean legs covered in black nylon thigh high stockings. Her gaze travel up shapely hips and over her trim waist. A golden ring with a blood red gem hung in her navel. Her breasts were large with dark nipples; each pierced with a golden ring. Her arms were slender and each hand ended in black almond shaped nails. The demon wore nothing but the black nylons and a simple black collar around her throat.
Finally Violet came to her demon’s face. Her lips were full and glinted crimson red in the candlelight even without any makeup to enhance the color. Long, silky black hair cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. And finally her eyes. Violet had tried at first, to give her big blue eyes with long dark lashes. But no matter how hard she tried, her demon’s eyes remained as golden as the rings hanging from her body and sharp as her black nails. Her demon had no name. She was a toy for Violet to pleasure herself with, nothing more. The thought of using another living being so callously would usually make her feel cruel, but it only excited her. It was a fantasy. No one would be hurt.
With the image of her demon in mind, Violet took a match and lit the sixth candle. Starting at the Northern point of the pentagram she lit each candle in a clockwise direction. As she did so, she chanted the spell to draw the demon to her.
"I call thee succubus, demon of lust. With this spell, I bind you to my service. I bind you to my will. You shall stay with me and serve me until I cast thee away. I call thee succubus to me."
As the last word left her lips, a shudder went through her body. The air felt charged, humming with an energy that it didn't have before. Suddenly Violet felt like she wasn't alone in the room anymore.
She blew out the candle. Placing her blood marked candle to the side, she double checked her circle to make sure she wasn't in danger of touching the edges or the burning candles. Satisfied, Violet laid in the center of the pentagram. Already her body felt hot, her nipples aching and her pussy tingling in anticipation. Whether it be from the presence of a demon in the room, or the excitement of doing something so wrong, she couldn't tell. Truly, it didn't matter.
Pulling the cups of her nightie down, Violet took her breasts in each hand. Her fingers teased the tips of her hard nipples. Biting her lip, Violet closed her eyes and imagined what her demon would be doing.
She imagined her demon looking down at her, then falling obediently to her knees. She would crawl to Violet. The circle grew much bigger in her mind, giving the demon enough space to crawl and allow Violet the enjoyment of watching her swaying hips. The demon paused between her bare feet, waiting for the command. Violet nodded, pinching her nipples and letting out a groan as the demon's hot mouth kissed her ankle. It was like it was really happening. The demon's mouth lingered, her hot mouth laying open mouthed kisses to the top of her foot. She moved her way down, dragging her tongue along the edges of her foot and making Violet’s toes curl.
"No," Violet giggled as the demon's mouth wandered farther, kissing the sole of her foot. Already fairly sensitive, her feet were made even more so by the spell. Even though the touch was ghost light and not really there, it felt as intense as though the demon were flesh and blood. Where she was ticklish on an average day, the light brush of lips was now unbearable. "Don't tickle me. Make me come," she ordered, pulling her foot away.
The demon did not obey. Instead she grasped Violet’s ankle in an iron firm grip and dragged her nails along the arch of Violet’s foot while nibbling her toes.
Laughter burst out of Violet. ”Stop, stop!” she squealed as the demon ignored her. Her tongue darted between Violet’s toes as her nails ran over the heel of her foot. She continued despite Violet's giggles and demands. Each 'no,' only seeming to encourage the demon as she sucked on Violet's toes and skittered her nails mercilessly over her coles, making Violet dissolve into hysterics. It wasn't until Violet managed out, “I order you to stop!” that the demon froze.
Violet gasped for air, catching her breath. Nothing had ever felt so real before. She had to open her eyes again, too look at her body in the dim candle light to verify that the demon wasn't really. But as she panted on inside the pentagram, she was truly alone. Once she composed herself, Violet closed her eyes again and gave her next command. She needed to better concentrate on her fantasy. She didn't want to explore curiosities that she didn't want to acknowledge. “I order you to make me come.”
The demon began to kiss up her legs, blazing a tail higher and higher. Violet concentrated on the sensation. The demon’s long silky hair trailed along her bare legs, giving her a much more bearable ticklish sensation. She squirmed, spreading her legs for her fantasy. Biting her lip, the feeling of her demon's hot breath against her lace covered pussy made her clench. She ached to have something inside her.
A hot tongue licked her through her panties. She cried out, reaching down to cup herself. Even though there was nothing but her hand between her legs, Violet could feel the hot pressure of her demon's tongue parting her lips and flicking against her clit. Hands gripped her thighs, holding her open and vulnerable to the onslaught. It was too much too fast and felt too good. Cursing under her breath, she reached blindly to the side for the candle. Sanitation be damned, she needed to come before she burst.
Pushing her pantries to the side, the phantom tongue still rubbing relentlessly against her clit, she pressed the candle inside of her. It didn't take more than a few thrusts before she tipped over the edge and came violently, shuddering and moaning aloud. The tongue didn't cease, drawing her orgasm out longer than any Violet had experienced before.
In the throes of her orgasm, her leg jerked outward and tipped over one of the burning candles.
Violent swore, scrambling upright. The candle fell from her body and clattered to the floor as she ripped off her top to smother the fire. Luckily, it had not caught, and the only evidence was a small scorch mark on the hardwood and the white cord. She picked up what had once been the protective binding circle and charred material fell apart in her hands.
A breeze ran through the small room, blowing out the remaining candles. A soft, feminine chuckle made Violet’s blood run cold. Fear pricked at her stomach, swelling inside her and clawing up her throat until it formed a knot so large she could barely draw breath. She knelt, frozen on the spot as the sound of soft footsteps padding behind her echoed in the room, louder than her racing heartbeats. She could not even look behind her as a warm body pressed against her back. Long silly hair cascaded around them tickling her bare shoulders and sides.
"My, my, my." A voice soft, dark, and honey sweet murmured in her ear. "That was quite the show. You've been holding that in for a while, haven't you sweet pet?"
A soft whimper escaped her heavy throat and Violet squeezed her eyes shut. It was all a fantasy. None of it had been real. There was no such thing as demons.
"I bet it was the first time anyone's touched this pure body of yours. But it isn't so clean is it?" the voice crooned in her ear. "You're a surprisingly dirty girl. But don't worry. I'll take care of you now. I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t care about anything but my touch." Hands caressed her throat and suddenly a collar secured itself around her. Volet didn't need to see to know it was the same black leather that had encased the demon’s throat just moments before.
"You're going to be my little tickle pet. I’m going to have so much fun, making you laugh and moan. But don’t worry, I'll take care of all those dirty urges in your head. Even the ones you're afraid of." The demon kissed her cheek and another hand slid down her body. Between her heaving breasts. Over her quivering stomach. Until they cupped her wet, lace covered pussy. "We're going to have so much fun together."
No Such Thing as Demons
Violet gathered her materials and went over the list again. Six black candles, a pin, a pentagram drawn on the floor with black washi tape, a white length of cord forming a circle around the pentagram for extra security, matches, and a fire extinguisher just outside the circle for safety’s sake. The pentagram was large enough that she could lay in it without touching the edges. She had tied her long, golden brown hair in a bun so it wouldn’t risk catching the candle’s flames. Every night for the last two weeks she had practiced, saying the incantation over and over until it came to her as easily as her own name.
A part of her felt foolish. Violet knew that this wouldn’t cause a demon to materialize before her eyes once she lit some candles and said a silly rhyme. But that’s not what she was expecting to happen. Countless hours had been spent researching succubi and incubi online. From what she could gather, the succubus would appear to her while she was asleep or in a meditative state. And that was all she was hoping for; to enter a heightened state of mind that would make her fantasy feel more real to her. It was a placebo effect. The spell was nothing more than a ritual to help her focus and bring the woman she had dreamed up a little more into reality. It really wasn’t any different than closing her eyes and pretending it was someone else’s fingers inside her while she masterbated. And the fantasy was a simple one. The demon would kiss her between her legs until Violet came. There would be no entertaining her darker curiosities of being blindfolded, bound and teased. Of fingers and feathers trailing over her body as she squirmed helplessly and begged for mercy. Violet shuddered and pushed those thoughts from her mind. No. She would be starting off nice and simple.
Taking a deep breath, Violet stripped down to her underwear. She felt as silly in the clothing as she did performing the spell. Silky, dark purple like her namesake, the gauzy material of the teddy caressed her sides and made her fair skin look almost porcelain white with the contrast. Black lace cupped her breasts and ass, but just barely so. Both spilled over the too small edges making her rather average body look more voluptuous than she really was. Buying it had been embarrassing. The sale’s girl at fancy boutique had made sly comments on how lucky her boyfriend was to have such a lovely girl dress up in such nice lingerie for him. Violet made no move to correct her.
This was all part of the ritual. It would make everything feel more real and feed into the fantasy. That was why all the preparation was worth it.
She placed each black pillar candle in it’s holder at each point of the pentagram. Double checking the lines of the protection circle once more, she took a pin and a deep, steadying breath. It was time.
It took a few tries. No sane person would intentionally make themself bleed for masterbation. With the third press of the needle to her fingertip, she broke skin. Clearing her mind, she rubbed the few drops of blood she had spilled onto the tip of the remaining candle.
As she rubbed her ‘essence’ into the wax, she called upon the image she had been cultivating in her mind for the last month. Each and every detail of this woman had been painstakingly scrutinized as she brought the woman to life in her mind. She started with the demon’s soft, supple feet, over her ankles and up long, lean legs covered in black nylon thigh high stockings. Her gaze travel up shapely hips and over her trim waist. A golden ring with a blood red gem hung in her navel. Her breasts were large with dark nipples; each pierced with a golden ring. Her arms were slender and each hand ended in black almond shaped nails. The demon wore nothing but the black nylons and a simple black collar around her throat.
Finally Violet came to her demon’s face. Her lips were full and glinted crimson red in the candlelight even without any makeup to enhance the color. Long, silky black hair cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. And finally her eyes. Violet had tried at first, to give her big blue eyes with long dark lashes. But no matter how hard she tried, her demon’s eyes remained as golden as the rings hanging from her body and sharp as her black nails. Her demon had no name. She was a toy for Violet to pleasure herself with, nothing more. The thought of using another living being so callously would usually make her feel cruel, but it only excited her. It was a fantasy. No one would be hurt.
With the image of her demon in mind, Violet took a match and lit the sixth candle. Starting at the Northern point of the pentagram she lit each candle in a clockwise direction. As she did so, she chanted the spell to draw the demon to her.
"I call thee succubus, demon of lust. With this spell, I bind you to my service. I bind you to my will. You shall stay with me and serve me until I cast thee away. I call thee succubus to me."
As the last word left her lips, a shudder went through her body. The air felt charged, humming with an energy that it didn't have before. Suddenly Violet felt like she wasn't alone in the room anymore.
She blew out the candle. Placing her blood marked candle to the side, she double checked her circle to make sure she wasn't in danger of touching the edges or the burning candles. Satisfied, Violet laid in the center of the pentagram. Already her body felt hot, her nipples aching and her pussy tingling in anticipation. Whether it be from the presence of a demon in the room, or the excitement of doing something so wrong, she couldn't tell. Truly, it didn't matter.
Pulling the cups of her nightie down, Violet took her breasts in each hand. Her fingers teased the tips of her hard nipples. Biting her lip, Violet closed her eyes and imagined what her demon would be doing.
She imagined her demon looking down at her, then falling obediently to her knees. She would crawl to Violet. The circle grew much bigger in her mind, giving the demon enough space to crawl and allow Violet the enjoyment of watching her swaying hips. The demon paused between her bare feet, waiting for the command. Violet nodded, pinching her nipples and letting out a groan as the demon's hot mouth kissed her ankle. It was like it was really happening. The demon's mouth lingered, her hot mouth laying open mouthed kisses to the top of her foot. She moved her way down, dragging her tongue along the edges of her foot and making Violet’s toes curl.
"No," Violet giggled as the demon's mouth wandered farther, kissing the sole of her foot. Already fairly sensitive, her feet were made even more so by the spell. Even though the touch was ghost light and not really there, it felt as intense as though the demon were flesh and blood. Where she was ticklish on an average day, the light brush of lips was now unbearable. "Don't tickle me. Make me come," she ordered, pulling her foot away.
The demon did not obey. Instead she grasped Violet’s ankle in an iron firm grip and dragged her nails along the arch of Violet’s foot while nibbling her toes.
Laughter burst out of Violet. ”Stop, stop!” she squealed as the demon ignored her. Her tongue darted between Violet’s toes as her nails ran over the heel of her foot. She continued despite Violet's giggles and demands. Each 'no,' only seeming to encourage the demon as she sucked on Violet's toes and skittered her nails mercilessly over her coles, making Violet dissolve into hysterics. It wasn't until Violet managed out, “I order you to stop!” that the demon froze.
Violet gasped for air, catching her breath. Nothing had ever felt so real before. She had to open her eyes again, too look at her body in the dim candle light to verify that the demon wasn't really. But as she panted on inside the pentagram, she was truly alone. Once she composed herself, Violet closed her eyes again and gave her next command. She needed to better concentrate on her fantasy. She didn't want to explore curiosities that she didn't want to acknowledge. “I order you to make me come.”
The demon began to kiss up her legs, blazing a tail higher and higher. Violet concentrated on the sensation. The demon’s long silky hair trailed along her bare legs, giving her a much more bearable ticklish sensation. She squirmed, spreading her legs for her fantasy. Biting her lip, the feeling of her demon's hot breath against her lace covered pussy made her clench. She ached to have something inside her.
A hot tongue licked her through her panties. She cried out, reaching down to cup herself. Even though there was nothing but her hand between her legs, Violet could feel the hot pressure of her demon's tongue parting her lips and flicking against her clit. Hands gripped her thighs, holding her open and vulnerable to the onslaught. It was too much too fast and felt too good. Cursing under her breath, she reached blindly to the side for the candle. Sanitation be damned, she needed to come before she burst.
Pushing her pantries to the side, the phantom tongue still rubbing relentlessly against her clit, she pressed the candle inside of her. It didn't take more than a few thrusts before she tipped over the edge and came violently, shuddering and moaning aloud. The tongue didn't cease, drawing her orgasm out longer than any Violet had experienced before.
In the throes of her orgasm, her leg jerked outward and tipped over one of the burning candles.
Violent swore, scrambling upright. The candle fell from her body and clattered to the floor as she ripped off her top to smother the fire. Luckily, it had not caught, and the only evidence was a small scorch mark on the hardwood and the white cord. She picked up what had once been the protective binding circle and charred material fell apart in her hands.
A breeze ran through the small room, blowing out the remaining candles. A soft, feminine chuckle made Violet’s blood run cold. Fear pricked at her stomach, swelling inside her and clawing up her throat until it formed a knot so large she could barely draw breath. She knelt, frozen on the spot as the sound of soft footsteps padding behind her echoed in the room, louder than her racing heartbeats. She could not even look behind her as a warm body pressed against her back. Long silly hair cascaded around them tickling her bare shoulders and sides.
"My, my, my." A voice soft, dark, and honey sweet murmured in her ear. "That was quite the show. You've been holding that in for a while, haven't you sweet pet?"
A soft whimper escaped her heavy throat and Violet squeezed her eyes shut. It was all a fantasy. None of it had been real. There was no such thing as demons.
"I bet it was the first time anyone's touched this pure body of yours. But it isn't so clean is it?" the voice crooned in her ear. "You're a surprisingly dirty girl. But don't worry. I'll take care of you now. I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t care about anything but my touch." Hands caressed her throat and suddenly a collar secured itself around her. Volet didn't need to see to know it was the same black leather that had encased the demon’s throat just moments before.
"You're going to be my little tickle pet. I’m going to have so much fun, making you laugh and moan. But don’t worry, I'll take care of all those dirty urges in your head. Even the ones you're afraid of." The demon kissed her cheek and another hand slid down her body. Between her heaving breasts. Over her quivering stomach. Until they cupped her wet, lace covered pussy. "We're going to have so much fun together."
