Demon Lust: Dark Summoning

by Aunt Molly

I don't remember blacking out, I just remembered one moment that I was approaching yet another climax, I wasn't sure how many because I had either lost count, or lost the ability to count, and then I was in bed with Wendy's arms around me.

The sunlight streamed in and I saw my precisely sliced nightgown and discarded underpants on the floor. The air was slightly chill, it was so comfortable under the covers with Wendy.

Wendy opened her eyes, "Morning," she kissed me gently, she smiled, "Did I mention I love you?"

It had all happened so fast I had no idea how I was supposed to feel. "What the Hell happened? Who was that? *What* was that? Did I just sell my soul? Did you?"

She lay her head on my chest, my breasts were larger than hers but far from huge. She breathed softly a few times before speaking, softly, her voice sounding sleepy, "Well I call her 'mistress' and hopefully so will you. No, I haven't sold my soul and you haven't either - its complicated."

It felt really nice having her naked body against me, and although it was really weird, no one got hurt so I didn't feel that mad. Still I wanted answers. "Well try and explain."

"Well, it started I guess appropriately on Halloween. Or Samhain as Fennel likes to call it. You know Fennel right? She's a ninth grader, her real name is Elizabeth - but she won't answer to that anymore."

"I remember that she got in trouble cause she made all her friend's wear black and they were afraid of another Columbine," of course you could make sure high school kids can't get guns but making sure rednecks can have their assault rifles is more important.

"You see with the Celtic new year she was looking for converts, and knew I didn't have a lot of friends so she invited me to her little Wiccan ritual."

"Wendy - friends are about quality not quantity."

"Well I am too old for trick or treating and I didn't want to spend Halloween at home handing out candy to little kids."

"Sorry - I had to take Iron Man, and his league of mini super-hero friends out all over town."

"Well I couldn't exactly tell my dad that I was off on some pagan ritual, but I *could* look my dad in the face and say for sure their would be no boys or liquor. That's the stuff he usually worries about. So we met at her house. Her mom is super nice by the way.

So anyway, we all dressed in black robes and gathered in a clearing in the forest."

"Wait - wait, aren't Wiccan supposed to be naked?"

"Laura, Naked is good for the summer solstice - but not so much for the end of October.."

"OK, OK - so then what?"

"Well, using string we marked out that star shape, and then the girls stood at points were the lines crossed, and we all held candles - Fennel and I stood in the center near a tree stump that I guess was supposed to be our alter. So that made twelve of us all together.

And we all had knives - not proper wiccan ceremonial knives, but like kitchen knives - we were witches on a budget."

I nodded, and Wendy continued.

"Well, then one of the girls brought a cage with a chicken in it - I should have been suspicious. But you know I didn't know, I mean if the knives were supposed to be symbolic - maybe the chicken was - but then things got creepy.

Fennel raised her knife high in the air, 'Oh Lilith, goddess of passion, who did reject the misogyny of Adam and took your children away from the lie of Eden to make your own way, to raise a race free of the evil of the Judaeo-Christian God to raise a race that venerates women that allows men and women to love without discrimination of race, gender or ethnicity.

Oh Lilith our newest sister will make this offering to you, making her reborn to us. Oh great Goddess, If you find her worthy send to us one of your offspring to guide us and teach us your ways so that we may better serve you.'

Then she hands me the knife, and I ask, 'Uh, what am I supposed to do?"

'Kill it.'

'Umm I thought we didn't *do* animal sacrifice.'

'Why should we bend over backwards to be cute and cuddly for a mainstream that is going to call us Satanists no matter what we do? They kill thousands upon thousands of animals to fill the stomachs of gluttonous slobbering mouths. In pagan times eating meat was rare, and the slaughtering of an animal a special meaningful occasion - now it's done without thought, they are no longer living things giving themselves to sustain us, but another commodity wrapped in shiny cellophane.'

Girls started to gather inwards, around me, to support Fennel's argument.

'Chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys, pheasants...'

'Cows, pigs, sheep, goats, camels, deer, buffalo...'

'Fish, shrimp, crabs, lobster, eel...'

'Entire forests cleared to make space for massive herds of cattle...'

'Clouds of methane to warm the earth'

'Factory farms - assembly lines of death...'

Fennel raised her hands and the other girls fell silent, 'All this behind closed doors - out of sight, so you can feel more civilized. I ask you to face humanity's hypocrisy, to accept you are a predator, to give that humble animal a death that has meaning - an offering to a higher power and purpose. To look it in the eyes and say to it "I must take your life to sustain my own!"'

This felt distinctly like one of those peer pressure moments they warn us about in school. So I said the only thing I could think of, 'I'm a vegetarian!'

'Since when?'

'Since right now.'

'Just kill the damn chicken.'

I tried to give the knife back to her, 'You do it!'

She pushed back, 'No - you do it - its part of the initiation.'

We pushed the knife back and forth for a bit - then I accidentally got cut - not serious, just a scratch but enough that some of my blood fell on the tree stump.

Then things got weird. Cause there was a smell of rotten eggs and a rush of wind and we all started to back away from our tree stump alter. Then there was this glowing yellowish smoke.

I had saved the bird once already - I felt responsible for it. So I ran back to get it.

Then I heard the voice of the being who would be my mistress, 'Is that the blood of a virgin? Thank Lilith I was getting sick of those stupid chickens.'

The smoke had cleared and I saw her. Her eyes focusing on me, I wanted to look away but I couldn't.

The other girls screamed and ran, leaving me alone to face her. You know what its like when you first see her. I felt the same way - terrified and fascinated. So many mixed emotions. I knew those long fingernails could tear my heart out, but I also couldn't help but notice - she was *so* hot.

One thing that was different about her is that she didn't have her belt of keys yet.

She walked over to me, nice and casual until we were almost nose to nose, her nipples touching my chest, I could feel her breath, ' Now dear - let me see the cut,' I was cut on my right arm, I lifted it, she pulled back the sleeve, 'Oh that's not so bad. Do you have a name, pretty?'

'W-Wendy, Wendy Roberts.'

'You will forgive me if I don't give you my name - its dangerous for a demon to give out their names Maybe later I will come up with something appropriate." she stroked my hair, slid her tongue inside my ear, she whispered - I remembered that hot breath making me feel warm all over,' I *will* tell you, I am not Lilith. Though I did used to work for her- a long, not very interesting story.

Anyway, precious, I'm kind of new in town and I could use a friend - will you be my friend Wendy Roberts?'

I nodded, I would have agreed to anything she asked, I just wanted to get out of there alive,.

'Good', she closed one of her hands into a fist, and then opened it again, an old fashioned looking iron key was there,, 'I just need a couple of drops of your blood- you already have a cut so it won't be that big a deal right?', she squeezed out a couple drops of my blood onto the key, then it glowed - my name was on there in glowing red letters.

'W-what is the key for?'

'We'll let that be a little surprise for later,' then she kissed me - a deep passionate kiss on the lips with tongue. My first tongue kiss ever. I felt so warm and tingly all over, that forked tongue was so delicate and agile, ' Now precious - you go home and get that cut bandaged, I will see you in a few days.'

'Wait - how will you find me?', there was part of me genuinely scared she wouldn't be able to find me. But she flew off without answering me."

"Wait - you never tongue kissed before? What about Todd Fedderman?"

"I made that up - I was too embarrassed I never got kissed before."

"So when did you see her again?"

"Well it was a few days later - I thought she had forgotten me, I wasn't sure if I was glad or not, but I thought of her whenever I touched myself - and I was just starting when the window opened, I covered myself thinking it might be a burglar

I saw her climb in through the window. She was wearing a belt - it had three keys on it, one was mine,' Oh, having a little fun sweetheart?'

She was staring right at me - at the time no one knew I did that - and I was kind of embarrassed, so even though I had been caught in the act I said 'no.'"

I wouldn't have been surprised, she tried to so hard to be daddy's perfect little girl, but in unguarded moments, even before Halloween I could see pure lust fill those sweet innocent blue eyes. Usually if she was staring at Todd Fedderman. I thought of teasing her about it, but decided to let Wendy continue her story.

"'Are you sure precious? ', she walked over to my bed and ran her fingers through my hair, then down my cheek, then down to the blanket I covered myself with, gently she pulled it away, I was there just in my bra and panties, I felt kind of embarrassed to be exposed like that, 'I smell lust on you - are you sure you weren't having a tiny bit of fun?'

'No. I mean - I was just sleeping..'

'I see. Hmm Want to learn what the key is for precious?'

I nodded, I was curious

She pulled the key with my name on it off the belt , 'Stay still, pretty,' she then reached over and pulled down the front of my panties and she pressed the key into the flesh just below my clit and somehow it slipped inside, then she turned it Then pulled it out again. 'There, you are now locked.'

'What does that mean?'

'Well if you don't touch yourself it means nothing,' she smiled evilly at me. She, of course, knew I was lying. 'I will see you in a few days.'

About an hour after she left I felt like touching myself again - I felt guilty about lying to her - but at the same time, I was so embarrassed someone might know.

But I was alone and the house was quiet, so I started rubbing, thinking about sexy things I didn't want anyone to know I thought about. And I rubbed and I rubbed but I never got any relief - finally I just went to sleep.

I didn't think anything of it at the time - sometimes it just doesn't happen. Then the next morning I was horny again - and I rubbed and rubbed and relief was always just out of reach - and I had to get ready for school. And again during lunch I got out to the bathroom, and again when I got home.

It was the same the next day and the next. Then she came back. The number of keys had doubled, She looked me in the eye, 'The other day were you playing with yourself?'

I said meekly, 'Yes.'

She drummed those hard fingernails on my nightstand, she gave me a disapproving stare, like she was my mom and she caught me doing something I shouldn't, 'Now why would you lie to me?'

'I don't know. Will you please unlock me now?'

'Only if you do it while I watch.'

I couldn't do that! I would die of embarrassment. But I needed to soo badly. But I'm shy. Or I *was* shy then. It seems so silly now to be embarrassed of something I know everybody does anyway, 'I- I just can't.'

She gave me a disappointed stare, ' You were my first - I thought to make you my disciple. But now I'm not so sure. ', she clicked her tongue at me, and then left.

I had expected my privates would just give up after a while - just go cold. But no - it was like horniness was backing up, I was having trouble concentrating. I got yelled at in class, they wanted to give me drugs. My parents asked me what was wrong

What the heck was I supposed to tell people? And worse than that - she was mad at me, what if she never came back? I would go crazy.

Finally, she came back, 'So - are you ready now?'

I nodded.

'Good - now take off those clothes.'

I did so - I was naked and shaking. I was so ashamed. But she stroked my body and kept whispering in my ear how pretty I was. ' Now - show me how you do it - when you are close, I will unlock you.'

And so I did it - I played with myself right in front of her. I was on the bed, my legs spread wide, my privates pointed right at her, those snake like eyes staring right at me. I was getting close - so tantalizingly close. So frustratingly, irritatingly close. Always so close I can taste it but never really there.

'Please - please,' I begged.

'Play with your nipples,' and I did - twisting and tugging one then the other. I could see it in her eyes she wanted to watch me suffer.

'*Please*," I whined.

'Please, *mistress*.'

'Please *mistress*." She removed my key from her belt and bent down close to me as I rubbed myself.

I could feel that unnaturally hot breath on my privates, she just seemed to watch me play with myself for a while. I was in agony.

Finally - she released me. She only had to touch my clit with the key and it was like a dam broke a week's worth of denied climaxes hit me all at once. It was like I had epilepsy, my whole body shook, I let out gasps and moans it was like I wasn't even in control of my own body.

It was so wonderful and excruciating it was like heaven and hell all at once.

When I finally calmed down she kissed my lips again. 'Are you going to lie to me again?'

'No,' I was panting for breath.

'"No" what?'

'No *mistress*'

'Now dear - I want you to give me another one.'

'Mistress - I don't think I can.'

'Oh really?', she started to stroke me, touch me gently, That long forked tongue ran slowly up and down my skin, around my outer ear, along my earlobe, down to my chin, along my neck,

The prongs of that forked tongue were as agile as fingers - but you know that, you experienced it first hand. You know how exciting it is to have that tongue pull and pinch your nipples. How the warm wet tongue can bring you back to life.

She took a finger and stuck it in her mouth, got it nice and wet and then began to rub me - those odd green snake like eyes looked straight into mine, I couldn't stop myself from moaning, I arched my back as I could feel myself building.

The moans got louder, I bit my lip trying to stop them, but it was like they forced themselves out of me. My breathing quickened, I raised my hips trying to push myself against her finger.

She rubbed faster, and harder and then my whole body shook, I collapsed in a heap.

'See - you lied to me again - you are such a naughty girl,' She locked me again. I was too tired to stop her., "Precious - have you ever done any babysitting?'

I nodded - I had a few times. But it seemed like an oddly random thing to bring up.

'Do you think you could get to eighteen First street in Eagle Bridge this Thursday?"

I nodded again I was sure I could get a ride.. "What time?"

'5 pm - I will see you there."

'Yes Mistress.'

I couldn't help but wonder why mistress would want me to do babysitting. But I guessed I was going to find out."

Wendy was stroking my body, kissing me along my neck I gently took her hands in mine, "Please Wendy I need a little more time to recover. Besides, I have to pee."