Jess added a final layer of pale, pastel blue to her fingernails. She sighed dramatically. She had beautiful nails! Long, shapely nails. And sharp too. She'd left some serious scratches across Jeff's back when they had fucked in his car after the Christmas party. He had bragged about those scratches to anyone who would listen for weeks thereafter, even after the scratches had healed up. Jeff had been an unexpected score.
She had hoped to get close up and personal with the office sex god Roger but then all the single and even a couple of married women had him in their sights. Because she had expected the competition to be hot she had worked hard on herself but a sexy outfit, a subtle perfume and make up to seduce at 40 paces had still not got her a chance. Mary, the boss' secretary had walked off with the prize. There was much muttering about influence and bribery but all unfounded of course because it had to be admitted that Mary was a raving beauty.
Disconsolate at her failure to score she had drunk a couple of glasses of wine in quick succession before noticing Jeff. She had always been a bit uncertain about him as he was their resident Goth and was into magic and other rather strange activities. However he was a cute guy with lots of good solid muscle and a reputation for being a good, talented lover from those who had dated him so hot and horny she wandered over to him. They flirted outrageously, danced far too close and, when he offered to drive her home she had accepted. As the party wound down they left together and he drove them to a dark, secluded and fairly safe place. In the darkness he had started making-out with her in the front seat. The action soon became very hot so much so that when he invited her into the back seat she followed him there fully aware of what was probably going to happen. If truth be told her pussy was well and truly wet from the front seat action that she would have suggested the move herself if he hadn't suggested it first. Also she had felt a fairly large, hard cock during their dancing and in the front seat so with that added lure she had no hesitation at all in joining him in the back seat.
Jeff had more than lived up to his reputation, even outstripping her most fevered dreams. His hands were up her skirt seconds after she was in the back seat and expertly stroking her clit. Then the edging started. He would get her to the point of coming and he would back off, again and again till she was whimpering, "Please, please! Fuck me." Then he used his tongue on her clit. A finger in her pussy and another up her arse. Edging her again until finally she came, hard. He got her back to the edge of coming again pulled pulled a condom on and pushed his hard, solid and throbbing cock slowly, teasingly into her. It was then that frustration, lust, whatever had taken over and she had dug her nails into him causing him to cuss out loud and then pound hard and satisfyingly into her soaking pussy. They had come almost simultaneously in what she considered the best fuck she had ever had.
They had become an "item" and soon she started hoping he would make their relationship a bit more permanent. She was just starting to think of pressurising him a bit but then events overtook that intention.
What happened was that Jeff considered himself a master of magic. He called himself a magister. He had all the bits and pieces that made up a magician's operating equipment. There were black candles, incense and goblets. He practised spells and incantations from a grimoire that he claimed had been in his family for generations. Jess, to put it mildly was sceptical. He spent much time laying out magic circles, making foul smelling potions and muttering incomprehensible gibberish but not achieving anything noteworthy it seemed to her. She refused point blank to smear anything on her body let alone drink any of his foul potions. He said that his sex drive was driven by a magic potion and if it were true, Jess had no complaints about that. He lasted as long if not longer than she needed, was inventive and sensitive to her lusts. He would do things she had never thought of before but which blew her mind completely. He said that his familiar suggested the more outlandish things and that it knew what she needed long before she did. She had to admit that there might be some truth in that as she only had to think of something kinky and pretty soon he would suggest it. It was a bit disconcerting.
Then one day he sat her down for "a serious chat". It sounded like it was going to be one of those, "I have found someone new" chats so she was a bit nervous when they sat facing each other.
"Jordi wants to meet you. Face to face." He seemed hesitant, nervous. Not like his normal self.
"Who is Jordi?"
"He is my familiar. The person who suggested I buy a strap on for you and let you fuck me in the arse."
"And you carried out his suggestion didn't you? It was an interesting experience, one we should try again sometime soon."
He nodded.
"Now he wants to meet me? Gloat over how kinky I am? Fuck! This is so embarrassing."
"He likes you. He says he loves your energy, your enthusiasm, adaptability. He just want to meet is all. See you face to face. Please. He says he will help me with my next steps in becoming a powerful mage."
They had argued for a long time till finally worn out by his pleading she agreed to meeting Jordi the following evening.
"Just a face to face! Nothing else. NOTHING ELSE."
The next evening, dressed as conservatively as possible she sat huddled as far away from the magic circle as was possible. Jeff, as usual muttered gibberish, burnt stinking incense and poured ominously red, brown liquid into a bowl.
For a while nothing happened and Jess was feeling that Jordi was not going to arrive. She had to admit that she was very relieved at that thought. She had not been looking forward to the meeting him at all. Just as she was about to get up and walk out something flickered in the magic circle and a strange erotic scent filled the room. The scent grabbed her attention immediately and whispered lewd things to her body. Then slowly a figure started to coalesce. Silver, shot through with black, it whirled and flickered growing more solid, more human like, more tangible.
"Do not move or touch anything!" Jeff's voice echoed in the room.
Jess was scarcely breathing as she watched the figure of a man appear in the magic circle. Not just any man but the total man of her dreams. Strong, muscular and so very sexy. She found herself leaning forward, trying to devour the creature before her. Her pussy throbbed, her nipples ached and her mouth ached to taste him and swallow the rampant cock that she knew had to be hidden from her gaze. She started to rise from her seat.
"Sit down," shouted Jeff halting her movement until a beautiful sexy horny voice whispered
"Ignore him. Come. Taste. Impale yourself on my cock. You know you want to."
And as the voice echoed in her head she saw it and it was beautiful, powerful, irresistible and so she leapt up, and reached for that magnificent weapon.
"NOO!" screamed Jeff but it was too late. She had it in her hands, in her mouth, in her pussy, it was engorging her, possessing her.
The room flickered, Jeff shouts and pleas faded and she was swept up in a whirlwind of lust and an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Then the cold came, and the darkness, and a cold voice echoed in her head.
"Welcome to my humble palace and to an eternity of slavery. I now own you. Jeff sold you for a little power. Poor fool. And he loved you. Wanted the power to serve you. Keep you enslaved to him. But now you are enslaved to me."
"Who are you? What do you want? Let me go home. Please!"
Soft cold laughter followed.
"I am Jordi, master of all incubi and succubi. You are mine now and you will do as I instruct you. Failure to obey will result in punishment."
"I won't! You cannot keep me here!"
Cold laughter then a blazing pain hit her, she screamed and collapsed.
"See what happens? Now Irma is on her way to instruct you. Be a good girl now!"
The presence faded rapidly.
Irma, a beautiful red head appeared and helped her to her feet.
"Cummon. We have a job to do."
Taking Jess by the hand she levitated out of the room, terrifying Jess.
"What? Where? How?"
"Ssh! Quiet now! We have a wicked boy to seduce."
"I don't want to! I want to go home,"
"You can't! Get used to it."
There was a feeling of movement and weightlessness and then Jess found herself in a darkened room standing at the foot of a double bed. A woman lay on one side of the bed almost balancing on the edge of the bed. She was obviously pretending to be asleep. Next to her, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling was a man, obviously awake and, from the looks of it very angry.
