The Summoning, a weird tale of queer supernatural romance and erotic horror

Part One


Bathed in the radiant and warm glow of innumerable candles, the witch Hecataea knelt at the centre of the magic summoning circle. Her black hooded robe hanging loosely about her as she worked her arcane craft. The young but adept witch was otherwise naked, save for the proliferation of bracelets and bangles, which adorned her wrists. The golden torque about her throat, and the rings on her fingers, all of which bore protective runes and magic sigils.

The witch put flame to the two braziers she had carefully positioned within the magic circle, causing vapours to rise from the vessels above as they heated. Each brazier was contained within its own binding circle, and the whole intersecting arrangement contained within an enormous conjuration wheel.

As she waited for the braziers to heat, Hecataea drank from a small wooden cup containing a dense green fluid. Putting it aside almost with reverence when she had taken sufficient, the witch began to sing the summoning song.

The potion began to heat her blood and set her heart racing, before she had even completed the first verse of the conjuration spell. She focussed her will and compelled her mind to concentration, while the potion filled her body with exhilaration and libidinous anticipation.

Although the witch had not consumed the potion for its aphrodisiac qualities, there would be no need of that. For this was her ultimate fantasy, and her lustful hearts desire. No, she had taken the potion for the stamina and endurance it conferred. Hecataea wanted this to last, she wanted to indulge her fantasies to the fullest possible extent, which her mortal frame could withstand.

It had taken her years to perfect the summoning of demons, and longer still the safe binding of succubi. And she did not want her first experience to be marred by exhaustion. She wanted the creatures to drive her to the very limits of sensual excess. She wanted more than anything she had ever desired before, to feel the magic and seduction of the succubus.

A sensation of intense arousal began to inundate the witch’s body, and her voice became hoarse with carnal desire as she sang the summoning. The potion was flooding swiftly through her bloodstream, and her body felt as though it were aflame with libidinous craving. The witch squirmed in place as she knelt on the floor, increasingly eager to yield to her mounting lust.

As she sang the incantation, two forms began to materialize before the now fuming braziers. The entities shimmered as sunlight shimmers on a still pond, as the succubi began gradually to emerge into reality. Gaining solidity and form as they passed from the demonic realm, and into the mortal world.

Perspiration began to form on Hecataea’s skin as the ritual progressed, the potent elixir elevating her senses to ever greater heights of stimulation. It would take her several days to recover from what she had in mind for these creatures, but she wanted this, she hungered for it. Ever since she had learned the proper bindings of demonic seduction, she had longed for the forbidden thrill of demon flesh.

It was so sinful and so wicked, but she could no longer deny her blasphemous longings. She yearned to sate her hidden desires, and at last fulfil her sacrilegious fantasies. Others scorned and eschewed the companionship of succubi, but Hecataea craved it profoundly, she hungered for the pleasures that they alone could bestow.

Summoners of demon kind were often disappointed, when they learned the truth of those creatures known as succubi. For although they were indeed as shapely and as perfect in their female form as any might imagine, succubi were creatures who preyed upon both women and men alike. And were endowed in full measure with the physical attributes, to bring either to unimagined heights of ecstasy, no matter what their inclination.

And it was for this that the succubi were cast as malevolent in nature. For although they could deceive the unschooled mind, there was not a summoner alive who did not see the demons as they truly were.

Succubi were in fact far from wicked entities, at least in Hecataea’s eyes. Indeed those attributes which inspired revulsion in others, inspired deep and abiding fascination, and ravenous hunger in her. And now at last she would fulfil her wildest fantasies.


Unholy Desires


At last the incantation was sung, and the creatures began rapidly to take form in the mortal realm. Both were essentially humanoid in form and feature, though bearing long tails and great horns which swept back from their temples. And curiously elongated and pointed impish ears, and eyes as black as pitch through and through.

Both were as impossibly desirable in the flesh, as Hecataea had rendered them in her fantasies and imaginings. And far more beautiful than any she had but fleetingly summoned before. Their breasts were so full and perfect, and their hips so shapely and broad. Their flesh so pale and iridescent, their hair so vibrant and lustrous. And their members so obviously aroused and ready for their summoner.

One was rather small in stature but full of figure nonetheless, eminently endowed with all those attributes which thrilled and entranced the witch. The other was a magnificent creature indeed, tall and gorgeously incarnated, with broad hips and solid limbs. Each of them were impossibly arousing in form, and succulent to the eye. Hecataea’s heart thrilled at the prospect of coupling with the entities.

Their very presence naturally inspired excitement and arousal, this was their magic, their glamour at work. And in addition to the invigorating properties of her potion, Hecataea’s desires were becoming insistent indeed. One of the two spoke, her voice beguiling and as sweet and lyrical as birdsong.

“Who is it that summons us into the mortal realm?”

Hecataea took a deep breath and calmed her thrilling nerves as best she could, as she concentrated her will. Treating with demons was potentially a path fraught with peril, she couldn’t afford to lose her head, not at this stage at least.

“A witch who knows that she must keep her name to herself” Hecataea replied “until she has learned those of the demons she has summoned.”

“Very good” the entity chuckled, recognizing the witch’s intelligence as well as her delightfully reckless determination “my name is Zorah”

“And you?” The witch looked to the other demon.

“My name is Hazebaal” the magnificent being supplied

“We are compelled into your world by various means” Hazebaal continued “but very seldom are we summoned by a witch.”

“Summoners turn their noses up at demons such as us, what business have you with the succubi?”

“Is it that the features that repel others intrigue you, do you mean to be with us witch? Do you crave our flesh?”

“Perhaps” Hecataea replied as coolly as she could “I am by no means a zealot, but there are secrets I would learn also.”

Demonic control was a difficult task at the best of times, and with arousal driving her to distraction Hecataea struggled to maintain dominance. She wanted these creatures with every fibre of her being, the urge to throw herself at their mercy was overwhelming. To submit to their intoxicating ethereal glamour, and let them take her unprotected in whatever devilish means they wished.

The demon named Zorah fixed the witch with a tempting and seductive eye, as she spoke in her sweet and innocent tone.

“Perhaps if you were to please us, to fulfil our wanton desires, we might be persuaded, to share something of our magic.”

“Perhaps you might” Hecataea continued “and perhaps you might not.”

If she was to extract from one of these demons that which she desired, it would take fortitude, patience and cunning. Hecataea sought to test the integrity of her magic circles and the strength of her binding, before she would fully release the creatures.

“Perhaps I am not yet at the apex of my desires” the witch blatantly lied “perhaps you will play with each other for a while, to help whet my appetite a little. Then I might be better able to win you favour.”

“She wishes us to perform for her” Zorah who sensed the witch’s trepidation, giggled wickedly as she turned to Hazebaal.

“Then let’s not disappoint the witch….”


Maddening Lust


Hazebaal could feel the heat of Hecataea’s desires, the witch’s lust was so strong and so blatant, and she could smell the sweet musky scent of her arousal already. Perhaps this would be the weakness she might use to defeat the impudent witch’s binding magic, and be free in the mortal world awhile.

“I like it when they want to watch.”

Both of the otherworldly creatures turned to face one another, still kneeling as if about to partake of some sacrament. They began to kiss, slowly and teasingly at first but with ever mounting fervour and passion. Each of them radiating and feeding off the glamourous seduction of the other, and surrendering to its combined preternatural embrace.

Hecataea strived to maintain her composure, although she was so filled to brimming with lust, that she felt her entire being might burst into flames. She watched as the succubi lingered at one another’s lips, tongues teasing and teeth tormenting one another.

They began to caress one another’s bodies, hands straying across thighs and breasts. Buds stiffening with excitement, as moans and sighs began to escape both creatures’ throats. Succubi were perpetually in a state of arousal, constantly craving flesh to seduce and souls to consume, and it took little to incite their demonic passions.

Zorah’s hand wandered between Hazebaal’s legs and began stroking at the mouth of her femininity, tickling her clit and causing her member to rise in arousal. Hazebaal leaned back, placing her hands on the floor behind her for support. Sighing deeply as Zorah’s finger tips teasingly awakened her hunger, and provoked her lust.

She began to breathe heavily and with increasing urgency, as Zorah’s fingertips stroked at her increasingly hungry lips, and salaciously tormented and teased her excited clit. And Hazebaal sighed and moaned all the more, as Zorah leaned forward and began to lap at the demon’s breasts with her forked tongue.

The witch did her best to stifle the faint groans of arousal, which began to escape her throat. Her body began to tremble a little as she struggled to control her laboured breathing, and her pounding heart. The excitement and exhilaration between her legs was rapidly becoming too insistent to ignore any more.

As Zorah stroked at Hazebaal with one hand, her other went from caressing her own lubricious arousal to attend the creatures rising member. Hazebaal began to gasp sharply as Zorah provoked her demonic limb to ever greater rigidity, wantonly stroking the length of it and salaciously tickling the tip.

Maddened with hunger, Hecataea slipped her cloak from her shoulders, allowing the garment to fall to the floor. She took a bottle of invigorating anointing oil, and began to prepare herself for the adventure ahead.

Hecataea began to apply the sacramental oil to her arms, quickly moving to her breasts and throat where it pleased her hands linger. The feel of the oil on her skin was gorgeous, simultaneously enlivening and refreshing. It even helped moderate the maelstrom of carnal craving that boiled within her.

The witch’s hands lingered long at her breasts, stroking her to proud excitement and delighting her flesh. The oil which she applied generously began to trickle down her belly, dribbling in little rivulets to her excited lips, cooling the intense heat of her arousal in the most gorgeous fashion.

She caressed and squeezed her breast as Hazebaal’s moans became increasingly urgent and pleading. Her sweet voice was like music to the witch’s ear, delighting her senses and enchanting her with its glamour.

Hecataea involuntarily gasped as Zorah’s tongue now moved to Hazebaal’s member. She lapped at the now engorged demon prick with long lingering strokes, kissing the tip as it thrilled and twitched with stimulation.

The witch’s hands now wandered to her belly, caressing and stroking, and lingering at her navel. Hecataea bit her lip in anticipation as her hands wandered inexorably downwards….

….but not too soon.

As Zorah slipped her fingers inside her companion, she continued to kiss Hazebaal’s excitement. Her lips closing more and more on the member with every kiss, drawing Hazebaal further and further inside her mouth. Her tongue still stroking and delighting the demon, as she groaned and gasped in wanton delight.

Hazebaal’s body began to tense, she arched her back and thrust her hips towards the teasing lips, frantic for Zorah’s sweet kisses. Her groans were becoming increasingly louder and more pleading in tone. The creature was desperate now with stimulation and hunger, and so was the witch.

Hecataea’s hands now began to wander between her legs, caressing her thighs, and wandering ever nearer her swelling hunger. Coming tantalisingly close to the quivering lips of her arousal, but retreating at the last instant. The witch wanted to save herself, to be ready for when these creatures gave her the satisfaction she craved.


Take Me Deeper


“Take me!” Hazebaal moaned hungrily, her voice thick and broken with frantic pleading.

“Please Zorah” she begged with vehement urgency.

And Zorah discretely smiled that she had so easily reduced the elder demon to pleading.

“Take me in your mouth!”

Hazebaal cried out loudly and began to gasp and gulp, as Zorah at last embraced the demon in the soft warm paradise of her mouth. The demons chest heaved and strained, and her head lolled back as she cried out in ever more fervent ecstasy.

Zorah’s mouth was so gorgeously hot and wet, and her fingers slipping in and out of her was intolerably delightful to the demon. Hazebaal’s member stiffened more and more before the delicious attention of Zorah’s mouth and fingers, becoming as rigid as the limb of an oak.

Hazebaal thrust her hips upwards again and again, her member seeking deeper entry into those wonderful, magical lips and the lavish strokes of demon’s tongue. How Hazebaal had longed to couple with the newly incarnated Zorah, the fresh young demon was so full of vigour and enthusiasm.

“Take me deeper….!” she moaned urgently.


Zorah was known to seek out the attention of elder succubi, to learn from them their secrets of enchantment and satisfaction. To extract by seduction and temptation, all those methods and artful ways of attaining maximum pleasure. The demon had caught Hazebaal’s eye from she was first incarnate, she was so nubile and so ripe for the plucking.

Hazebaal had become increasingly fascinated and distracted by the creatures unique wiles. And the rapidity with which she won the hearts of lesser succubi and imps, and bent them to her will. And Hazebaal had longed to demonstrate her talents with her, she had hungered for the demon as she had not hungered in aeons.

But it appeared she was too late to offer any tutelage, for Zorah was as adept and artful in her methods of carnal stimulation as any demon. There was nothing Hazebaal could teach Zorah, her methods were already supremely practiced, and wickedly effective.

Her glamour, the seductive aura with which she entranced and beguiled, was sweet and innocent in character. And Hazebaal had always suspected that it would combine perfectly with her own more sultry and explicit power of enchantment. And in this she was proven correct beyond her hopeful imaginings.

Zorah’s lips were so full and so artfully sumptuous, and her wicked little mouth so spellbinding, so generous and passionate with their kisses. And her tongue was so agile and energetic in its lapping and stroking. And her fingers, so skilful and crafty as they delved deep inside her, tickling and tormenting as they drove Hazebaal closer and closer to explosive bliss.

Waves of glorious pleasure flooded Hazebaal’s entire demonic being, as she neared the apex of Zorah’s supreme stimulation. Hazebaal had not felt this wonderfully delighted and desperate for gratification, since she herself was freshly incarnated.

Indeed the demon was awakening her as she had never, in all her blasphemous existence experienced before. And never ever had she felt compelled to plead for satisfaction, as Zorah was making her beg for her kisses.

Hazebaal watched, her eyes glazed and her vision dimmed with lust as Zorah’s lips worked their magic upon her engorged, and pulsing limb. So near to fulfilment was Hazebaal now, that her howls and groans of pleasure gave way to frantic and vehement gasps of agonized joy.

Hazebaal’s back arched, and her hips tensed until she felt her bones would break, as Zorah extracted the bliss from her. Hazebaal looked deep into Zorah’s eyes as she pleasured her, and what she saw there, brought her to even greater heights of euphoric excitation. For what Hazebaal discovered in Zorah’s expression, was genuine desire and fascination.

Zorah was hungry for her, her eyes burned with animal desire and adoration. Hazebaal saw that this was so much more than the mere seduction of a mortal, to Zorah. The young demon truly wanted this, she truly wanted Hazebaal. And the demon found that she was powerless before Zorah’s sweet seduction.

And then at last Zorah’s gorgeous mouth and devilish fingers brought Hazebaal to quivering, gasping, shrieking ecstasy. Hazebaal’s entire being exploded with delight, her flower contracting and gripping Zorah’s fingers. And Hazebaal’s lover’s limb twitching and jerking convulsively as her issue jetted forth, filling Zorah’s gulping throat.

And at last Hazebaal fell trembling and convulsing to the ground. Zorah’s lips and tongue lingered lovingly at Hazebaal’s pulsating and trembling rigidity. Licking the quivering member as it jerked and throbbed with uncontrollable and rampant bliss.

Hecataea could take no more and surrendered to her carnal needs, and her fingers at last began to tease and caress her engorged lips. Soothing and indulging her ardent arousal delightfully as she watched the demons perform for her.

And as Hazebaal moaned and whimpered desperately with the intense joy of climax, Zorah was upon her. It delighted the young demon beyond description, to take the elder demons. To invigorate and awaken their ancient and jaded carnal lusts.

To make them remember what it was to lust wholeheartedly for another, with all the urgency and passion of their youth. To dominate their senses and to make them scream and writhe. To remind them what it was to be a succubus.

For Zorah was a demon driven by burning desire, and she would be as a legend amongst her kind. She would overwhelm them all with the power and intensity of her magic. And win their demonic hearts and wicked minds, one by one.

They would adore her, they would revere her. And they would lust as never before to fall before her in submission, and to lay with her again and again.


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