WARNING: This is a story of gothic erotic horror and involves scenes of sex, domination, seduction, mind control, horror, oral and anal. Based on the tenor of comments of a recent story I must warn you that this takes a dark path of erotic horror where wives, nuns and senior school girls are seduced and used for the spirit's pleasure. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. There are no sweet sensual acts in this story. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by seduced human female adults over eighteen years old.
My name is Anam-Glacadóir, soul taker! I live in the ornate ancient large mirror. It once belonged to the witch that called me. It was taken to the convent when the witch was burned along with her cottage. It now stands in the seldom used attic of the finishing school for young adult females. I will tell you my story and a few of the females that gave me their innocence all these years.
Hundreds of years ago I was called forth through the mirror by a witch named Amethyst. She dwelt all alone deep in the woods in a cottage where she practiced her arts. She was extremely beautiful! She had long flaming red hair and it covered the pale almost white body she kept naked at all times.
Her breasts were full and large capped by dark rose aureoles the size of tea cups. Each dark circle held a prominent almost midnight black nipple which hardened and protruded when she was sexually aroused. Her red curly haired labia and mons drew my eyes and my desires when she leaked her fragrant moistness. Her eyes were amethyst in colour from hence she received her naming.
Although her arts and rituals brought her great joy, deep down inside she was lonely and wanted for satisfaction and perhaps even love. She could not chance a relationship with the males of the village nor surrounding territory for fear. She held great fear that they would come for her one day, one night and deal with her kind and her perversions as they saw her arts. She delved into her spell books and discovered a ritual that could call a lover through a mirror.
Amethyst spent a year gathering the herbs and ingredients required of the spell. She wove a disguising spell upon herself, dressed in rags and took her horse and wagon several days journey to the large town in search for 'The Mirror'. It called to her and in a back lane shop, neglected and avoided by the townsfolk she found the perfect mirror needed for her spell.
The mirror glass was already old and it had a wide old oak border into which she would have to carve the runes needed for the spell. Amethyst showed the ancient woman shopkeeper her occult tattoos up and down her arms and across her chest and breasts. The ancient woman knew Amethyst was a powerful witch and soon agreed on a price in gold nuggets. The mirror was wrapped in old cloths and carried to the wagon.
Amethyst returned to her cottage and set up the mirror and began her ritual. Her wand burned the runes into the border of the mirror; runes that she thought would control who was called forth. On the most powerful night with the moon in apogee she cast her pentagram upon her floor and performed her ritual. It required blood from her monthly flow be added to her potion which she drank then chanted the spell.
From the depths of my confinement I felt the draw of her spell. I floated through the ancient abyss heading towards the rectangle of light. I manifested fully within the mirror and saw my naked summoner. She stood within her circle of protection centered in the pentacle her wand drawn in defense.
Her breasts were sweaty from the mental effort required of the spell and heaved up and down from exertion. Her large firm breasts dripped blood where she had sliced her flesh with her athame to drip within her pentacle from her firm pointed nipples. Her belly was sliced, sternum to mons and also dripped her blood. Her spell was powerful but flawed and she would pay the price.
Her amethyst eyes were wide and wild as she stared at my demon form. My strength hung from my loins with my heavy full ball sack hanging behind. My torso rippled from the strong muscles I flexed as I swayed within the mirror. I stepped through the mirror and she screamed realizing what she had released. She dropped her wand and fell backward out of her circle of protection and fell upon her lonely bed.
Amethyst's long red hair fanned out across her bedding as the red hair between her thighs parted showing me the bright red gash wet with wild desire. The dark nibs on her large breasts rose in dark desire. She pulled her legs up on the edge of the bed and opened them wide. I watched as her female juices ran out from her hungry nether lips to wet the floor before her pentacle.
Her control over me was lost at that crucial moment from her lust and I realized I would be able to leave and enter the mirror at will. I watched the witch gasp for breath and her huge breasts rise and fall. Her eyes drifted down and stopped at my crotch and she screamed. My demon cock was long and fat and hard and pointed straight out and throbbed. Under my girth hung two heavy large seed filled balls that swayed as I walked towards her wide open thighs.
I took my fat cock in my hand and equally as much cock throbbed past my fingers. My fat cockhead emerged from my foreskin and leaked copious thick white pre-seed. I stood beside her bed my demon-cock pointing at the entrance to her womanhood and dripped globs of pre-seed on her belly. When a glob dropped upon her flesh she hissed as if the thick white potion had burned. I reached down and grabbed her red hair on each side of her head and pulled her up, my cockhead aiming for her mouth. I rubbed my fluid coated cockhead across her lips and with my strong hands now behind her head I forced her mouth to open.
My fat cockhead entered her mouth sliding across her wet tongue to tap the depths of her mouth. Amethyst coughed on my cock squeezing it against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I kept her mouth full of my thick cock until she slapped at my powerful abs. I pulled back to let her breathe only to fill her with my strength over and over.
