CHAPTER - 1 RITUAL PREPARATION

Phil Rowling's shoes made pitter-patter sounds as he dashed across the

flagstoned floor of Wargsnouts College for Warlocks. It was late. A bilious

white moon floated above him as he dashed across open courtyards and down

long draughty hallways. No one ever came to this part of the college. Phil

hoped he wasn't lost.

The heavy tome in his rucksack weighed him down like an anchor.

Had anyone seen him take it?

At this late hour the main library had been virtually deserted. Phil was sure

no one had seen him take the book from the shelf and slide it into his bag. No

one had stepped out to apprehend him as he'd strolled to the exit.

He'd half expected alarms to blare out the moment he'd stepped over the

threshold, but nothing. No sirens, no alarms, no shouting, no sounds of pursuit

as he'd quietly walked down the entrance corridor, taken the left hand staircase

towards the empty east tower and then, only then, broken into a run.

It had all been a little easier than he'd expected.

He made his way up the east tower. No one had rooms here. No lessons

were ever held here. It was a bygone relic of more prosperous times. Phil's

footfalls echoed hollowly through empty old hallways.

He was looking for one particular door, although he wasn't sure which one it

was.

The door found him. Sort of. He'd gone halfway down a corridor when a

door popped open behind him and a head topped with a shock of unruly black

hair thrust out into the corridor.

"Hey, over here," Jake Pulman hissed.

"Dude, are you sure about this?" Phil asked.

"Yes, now come on," Jake said. He looked down either side of the narrow

stone corridor before beckoning Phil into the room.

"What if we get into trouble," Phil said. Wargsnouts was a big break for

him. He really didn't want to go back to flipping burgers.

"Dude, it will be fine," Jake said, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him

into the room.

On the other side of the wooden door was a small room with two single

beds. Heavy red velvet drapes were drawn across narrow windows. The covers

on the beds were the same shade of blood-red. There was a small sink in one of

the corners and a basic bedside cabinet stood next to each bed.

"What's this place?" Phil asked.

"It's a spare bedroom for visiting lecturers," Jake replied. "The ones

Doolallie Dahl doesn't like. It hasn't been used for a while. Did you get it?"

"Yeah," Phil said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a book that looked

as big as two doorstops welded together.

"Wow dude," Jake said, his eyes lighting up. "The Daemonica Malefique."

They laid the book down on one of the beds. It was bound in leather, or at

least they hoped it was bound in leather and not some other…less wholesome

material. The title looked like it had been scorched into the cover with a brand.

"You know what this is?" Jake said, looking up over the book. "It's our

ticket to one truly bodacious night of hedonism."

Phil only partially shared his friend's enthusiasm. The book smelt scorched

and there was another odour as well, something like sulphur.

"No one saw you take it?" Jake asked.

"Positive."

"Excellent. Then there's nothing to worry about. We'll do the ritual, have a

bit of you know what," Jake winked, "and have the book back before anyone

notices it's missing."

Jake pulled out a piece of chalk from a box of various vials and other

wriggling things and began to draw a circle on the stone floor beneath one of the

beds.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Phil asked. "I mean we've only just started

Practical Daemonology."

"Dude, just chill. I talked to The Scrote. He does this all the time."

"The Scrote's a filthy bastard," Phil said.

"Yeah, but he knows his shit," Jake said. "He said most of the rituals are just

a pile of crap anyway."

"But aren't 'they' dangerous," Phil said.

"Not according to The Scrote. They're only really dangerous if you're dumb

enough to fuck them. When it comes to anything else they aren't very

powerful."

"Yes, but aren't we summoning them here so we can fuck them?" There was

some logic Phil was missing here.

"Ah, but only up the back passage," Jake said, craftily tapping his nose.

"You see, it's only their pussy that's dangerous. Their pussy's their mouth.

Stick your dick in there without some heavy duty command clauses and they'll

suck you dry in an instant. It's safe if you do them up the ass though. That's

what The Scrote said."

"I suppose The Scrote would know."

"Absolutely. Rolly was sent up to his tower to serve detention once. He said

he heard all sorts of noises while he was waiting outside the door. He thought

The Scrote might be giving one of the juniors a real ass-slapping, but then he

hears a girl giggling.

"Now Rolly's a bit dim, so he knocks on the door anyway. He said The

Scrote answered the door with half his shirt hanging off and his hair all over the

place and looking pissed off at someone disturbing him. And Rolly, not having

much sense, starts babbling about detention while this slender female hand with

black fingernails comes into view and starts tweaking The Scrote's nipple.

"And all fat Rolly can think of is how happy he is that The Scrote's

cancelled his detention."

"The Scrote is one filthy bastard," Phil said.

"That's what I mean," Jake said, "The Scrote's an expert on all this. If he

says the only thing that's important is the summoning ritual then he's probably

right."

Jake opened up the tome and flicked through the pages until he reached the

right spot.

"Dude, now that's what I'm talking about."

The page was illustrated with a spidery line drawing of a scantily-clad girl

with horns, bat wings and a tail.

"Just think about it. Soon one of those is going to be right here and ready to

satisfy your every little twisted desire."

Phil felt his cock stiffen with excitement at the prospect.

"Everything?"

"Everything," Jake confirmed. "The Scrote said they're complete masters of

giving pleasure."

Turning the pages revealed a succession of more explicit pictures. It was

very…ahem…educational.

"But remember to stay out of their pussy," Jake said.

"What about blowjobs?" Phil asked.

"Dunno," Jake said. "The Scrote said nothing about that. I think they have

fangs though. We should probably wait until we've had a bit more practise

before trying that out."

Phil flicked through the pages.

"There's an awful lot of pages in this section," Phil pointed out. "Maybe we

should—"

"Dude, the book's like a bazillion pages. By the time you've read it all

you'd be as old as Doolallie Dahl and wouldn't be able to do anything with one

of them anyway. I ain't reading it all. You?"

Phil shook his head.

"So, just chill," Jake said. He held a penknife in one hand and a squirming

white mouse in the other. "It'll be fine. Now hurry up and draw your

pentagram."

Phil was such a damn pussy sometimes, Jake thought as he brought the knife

across the mouse's throat and let the blood spatter into a small wooden bowl.

What was the point of being a warlock if you couldn't summon up a bit of

daemonic tail now and again?

Everyone knew the stories about The Scrote, about the sighs and moans

people heard from his quarters going deep into the night. There were rumours

he kept a pair of them in his room for continuous access.

There were the other stories as well, like about those two tax collectors that

had pissed him off. They'd found them one morning, dead in their offices and

smiling ear to ear like one of the Joker's victims from the first Batman movie.

Sure, 'they' could be dangerous, but only if you didn't know what you were

doing.

Jake looked back at the tome to check he had the right ingredients.

Blood, check.

Rose petals, check.

Silver, check.

Ginseng root, check.

Semen of a virgin.

Jake held up a small vial.

Heh heh, thank you, Rolly.

Check.

The semen was pretty much the only thing that mattered according to The

Scrote. The older and more desperate the virgin the better, he reckoned.

Jake didn't particularly want to dwell on exactly how The Scrote got hold of

that particular ingredient. Again there were stories.

Now all that was required was the right incantation…

And poof…

Phil was busy with his own preparations when he heard a popping sound, as

if a quantity of air had suddenly been forcibly displaced. With it came a strong

blast of heady, sultry perfume.

There was a daemon girl sitting on Jake's bed.

There was a naked daemon girl sitting on Jake's bed.

There was a sexy, naked daemon girl sitting on Jake's bed.

"Wow dude," Phil said with awe.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jake said. "May I present, for your viewing

pleasure, the succubus."

She looked a little like one of those manga cartoons made flesh. Her face

looked sweet and innocent, especially with those big blue eyes. Her bright red

hair was cut in a small bob and two dainty little horns poked up out of her

forehead.

Her body was a complete contrast to her childlike face. Her breasts were

large and full, just like the porn stars Phil liked to watch. She sat slightly crosslegged, exposing a lush pussy framed with a strip of soft red hair.

That smile might have looked innocent enough, but what she was doing with

her finger most definitely wasn't.

A dainty pair of red bat wings emerged from her back. A second pair, a

miniature of the first, sprouted from behind her ears. An arrow-pointed tail

flicked about in her lap.

"What pleasure would you like, mas—yelp!"

Quick as a flash, Jake—naked now—jumped onto the bed, grabbed the end

of her tail and pulled her over. He flipped her onto her front so she presented her

rump to him.

"You've got to show them who's boss," he said.

He hooked one arm around her slender waist, lifted her tail with his other

hand and then thrust forward.

The succubus squealed with shock as he rammed his cock into her tight little

ass.

Excellent! It had worked, Jake thought as the succubus popped into

existence on the bed. Now he needed to be quick. The Scrote was very clear on

that. While physically weak, succubi had incredible seductive powers. Given

half a chance they could completely enslave a man by inflaming his lust.

As soon as she appeared Jake didn't waste any time. He dropped his trousers

and leapt up onto the bed. After flipping her and lifting up her tail he saw the

tight little bud of her anus winking invitingly open at him.

He didn't hesitate and lunged forward, ignoring the squeals of the daemon

beneath him.

Oh fuck, that felt good.

She looked so tight at first he was worried about whether he'd be able to get

his cock inside her, but her ring was so soft it gave as soon as the head of his

cock pushed against it. Inside she was so moist he just slipped right in and

then…

Oh man.

"Dude, hurry up and get yours here. You have to feel this, it's fucking

incredible."

Inside she was warm, soft and very tight. The muscles inside her ass tried to

push him out, but that only made it feel even better. She was so slippery as well,

his cock just glided against the stretchy walls of her ass. He gripped her tail and

slowly began to thrust back and forth.

Beneath him the succubus screamed into the cover of the bed.

Phil finished his incantation and looked over to where Jake was fucking his

succubus in the ass.

Jake had one arm on her back and was leaning down with all his weight with

every thrust. The succubus was whimpering into the covers, her eyes scrunched

up and tears running down her cheek.

"Dude, I think you're hurting her," he said.

Dude, I think you're hurting her.

Of course he was fucking hurting her. She was a fucking daemon. She

wasn't exactly going to respond to politeness and manners. Phil could be such a

pussy sometimes.

"Don't be such a pussy," he said. "She's like one of those Japanese porn

stars. They always look like they're in pain when they're really coming like a

fucking train."

Aah, her ass felt so tight and soft against his cock he could already feel the

twitchings of an orgasm growing in his balls.

"And it's fine?" Phil quizzed. "She's not sucking out your soul or

anything?"

"For fuck's sake dude. Quit worrying and get your succubus over here so

you can join the party."

Oh fuck, she was so tight. Jake didn't think he was going to last much

longer. According to The Scrote you never had to worry about coming too

soon. It didn't matter. They could keep you hard for as long as you wanted

them to.

"I told you dude. Her cunt's her real mouth. It's safe if you do them up

the...oh man…I think I'm going to…ahh!"

His cum boiled up from his balls and he shot a great rope of semen into her

tight ass.

Wow, it was every bit as good as he thought it would be. His cock throbbed

pleasurably in the aftermath of a monstrous orgasm.

Phil looked at his empty bed.

Jake had just come in his succubus, or at least Phil assumed Jake's goofy

expression meant he'd just come in his succubus. That was fast. Phil was still

waiting for his succubus to get here.

He looked again at his empty bed. Where was she? Had he got the ritual

right?

"Hmm, you like to play rough," Jake's succubus said with a throaty chuckle.

"I like that."

Jake felt her sphincter tighten around the base of his cock. It wasn't hard

enough to hurt, but it was tight enough to let him know he wouldn't be pulling

out any time soon.

She gave her ass a little wiggle.

Ooo. That felt good. A little too good. The air had suddenly got thicker

with her strong musky perfume.

Had they made a mistake somewhere?

Muscles that had been trying to push him out suddenly switched direction

and began to pull on his cock.

Ooo fuck. That felt nice. Real nice.

"Hmm," the succubus said. "No binding conditions, no protective wards, no

departure clauses, badly formed summoning circles. You guys are new at this,

aren't you?"

She thrust back into Jake and her rectal muscles gave his cock a naughty

little squeeze.

Something was wrong, Phil realised. The succubus was rubbing a large

breast with one of her hands and smiling. And Jake—well Jake didn't look in

control.

"I love baby warlocks that try to fly before they can crawl. They always

taste so sweet."

The succubus stretched her back on the bed like a cat and rocked back into

Jake. He closed his eyes and grunted.

"That's it big boy," the succubus crooned. "Feed me more of your tasty

cum."

"Uh, but isn't your pussy your mouth?" Phil asked.

The succubus stopped and laughed.

"Whoever told you that, baby warlock? We feed through all our orifices."

She began to push harder now, pouting with her full lips as she exerted

herself.

"I have your friend trapped, baby warlock. He's feeding me right now."

Jake bobbed helplessly against her ass as she rocked back against him.

This was bad, Phil thought, real fucking bad. What should he do?

He could always run…

"Don't you be thinking of going anywhere just yet, baby warlock." The

succubus flashed her blue eyes at him, instantly freezing him to the spot.

Phil watched as her thrusts got slower and more deliberate. She had both

hands braced against the bed and her heavy breasts swayed back and forth as she

rocked into Jake. Her pussy was sopping wet and dripped juices onto the

bedspread.

"We don't normally feed through our asses," the succubus said. "Our

pussies are so much softer and juicier. The men like it more and it's easier to

take control of their sex drive and hold them in place while we drain them."

She picked up the pace.

"Still, we can feed through our ass just as easily. It's just a case of finding…

aah…the right rhythm."

Jake was completely lost to her lust. It was like a gloved hand wrapped

completely around his body. Every breath pulled more of her thick perfume into

his body. He was lost to all other sensation but the feel of her tight ass sliding

around and gripping his cock.

"Yes, feed me," she sighed.

Her ass muscles milked his cock with long slow squeezes. He was helpless

as his body responded, firing another massive load of semen into her convulsing

warmth.

She didn't even pause.

Jake was completely trapped. His cock wouldn't go down and he couldn't

pull it out of the tight prison of her ass. He was also prisoner to the sensation of

her flesh sliding against his. He was little more than a passenger as his body

began to boil over in yet another orgasm.

They were becoming more frequent now as her lust tightened its grip on his

body and began to squeeze.

"Ah, that's it," the succubus sighed. She began to rock back and forth with

an easy rhythm.

She took complete control now, forcing Jake's orgasms into synch with the

motions of her body. She rocked back and Jake felt her soft ass cheeks press

against his lap. Inside her his cock dived deep into her exquisitely tight passage

and spurted another massive jet of cum into her greedy ass.

She rocked forward and her ass muscles released their grip on his cock long

enough for him to feel his balls boil up to full with another load of juice.

Then she'd rock back and her ass muscles would grip his cock and suck until

she'd emptied another load from his balls.

He couldn't pull out and her gently rocking motions were expertly milking

out his life.

"My ass is sucking you dry," the succubus laughed. "Doesn't it feel

delectable?"

She rocked back and Jake grunted as his cock spurted another load into her

ass.

The succubus had found a nice easy rhythm now. Phil watched in fascinated

horror as her body slowly rocked back and forth, each time pumping another

orgasm from Jake's helpless body as her ass pushed back against his lap.

How was it possible to keep someone coming like that?

Then Phil saw the effect on Jake. It was like seeing the air slowly pumped

out of an inflatable doll. Each time she rocked back against him and his body

twitched with another orgasm his skin seemed to suck in a little more. He was

hollowing out right before Phil's eyes.

"Dude, I don't feel so good," Jake said. He collapsed forward onto the bed,

practically nothing left but skin and bones.

"Hmm, he was filling," the succubus purred. She turned on her side and

looked hungrily at Phil.

The paralysis broke.

Jake was dead. She'd sucked him dry. He had to get out of…

"Ahem."

Phil turned. There was a naked girl with long green hair standing next to his

bed. She beckoned to him with one index finger while the other slipped down

between the plush lips of her labia.

Oh fuck.

His succubus had arrived.

to be continued.......