"So," she went on, "quite a night for you then? First you think you have murdered someone, then you find out you haven't. Then you find yourself surrounded by at least a dozen women that are touching and caressing your... penis, then they all disrobe, turning out to be gorgeous; every single one of them and they start sucking you; before screwing the girl on the altar with strange looking phallic shapes. Then they make you empty your balls all over the high priestess and the sacrifice, and then you screw the sacrifice. Have I missed anything?"
"No, not much," he said rather miserably, "Only that the high priestess was Cassandra."
"Oh yes. So, my thoughts are that this has the undertones of black magic, or a swinging orgy, or it is all in your head. Well go with the fist as it has that smell about it. I'm pretty sure, let me just check..." She stood and went to her desk, happy to put a little space between them. She knew that he must now be aware of what had just happened in the toilet. She was sure of it in fact. But now her brain had to assimilate the fact that he had had sex with 12 plus women in one night, albeit forced and under the influence of a drug of some sort? "Just thought, and sorry for getting personal. But you said that you woke this morning with a terrible head ache yes?"
Callum merely nodded.
"And you said that you remained erect after ejaculation. Is this normal?"
"Can't say I have ever been in that situation before, so not really sure, but I thinks so yes?"
"What, you have not been in a situation where the woman has wanted you to come multiple times and keep you erect throughout? You have been with the wrong women my friend."
"No, I meant that I have not been expected to perform for over 12 women at the same time, all phenomenally attractive, all naked and all wanting the contents of my balls!"
"Viagra. I think they gave you Viagra, not knowing whether you would be able to 'perform' without it, and not wanting the ceremony to be spoiled as a result. Ah, here we are, as I thought, it was a full moon last night, a harvest moon, a moon of manifest..."
"...ation," Callum finished off the word for her. Yes, I know. Our energy and power are the strongest around the full moon. This is a time to dream big. Anything is possible. A great time to connect with higher powers and spirit guides. Also, a great time to connect with others in your community."
"Umm," Georgia murmured, "you certainly did that last night."
Callum pushed on. "It is also the correct time to worship the 'night hag' is it not?
"What Lillith? But for that to have been a success, they would need to have..."
"Yes, a magic circle, the invocations, the rituals and a willing host. The ritual should be done at 3am, and should involve the letting of blood, the gathering of fresh semen, the debauchery of sex, forcefully taken, the mention of the angels sent to collect her and bring her back to god. Senoy, Sansenoy and Semangelof. I don't recall the names being mentioned, but then cannot say I was in a fit state. But I think I would have known if she had materialised. Besides, I think a sacrificial virgin would have been needed, and not really sure how virginal our young Miss Munro was?"
"Goats penises. That's what those dildos were that the women were wearing?"
"Yes, that would make sense."
"Seems the key to this is the Sacrificial virgin. You had better go and get that dress and get back to her, before she leaves of her own accord. You need to question her whilst I do some more research about Cassandra and about Lillith. Wasn't she supposed to be the mother of all succubae?"
"Correct, which again explains why all of the women were forcing their attentions on me, including the sacrifice, they were all acting like succubae."
"Wait, did every woman get to have some of your semen, either orally or intravaginally?"
"I'm not sure, a lot happened in a short space of time. But I would say if not all, then most. And certainly the sacrifice, the priestess, and a goodly amount of the acolytes that licked and sucked us both clean after the... sorry, I'm doing it again and not considering how difficult this is for you to hear."
Georgia was very flushed, beneath her desk, her thighs were clenched tightly. She could see nothing but the scene of writhing bodies as they fought for Callum's cock and his ejaculate. A fight that she knew she would happily participate in, given the opportunity. Her mind began to wander, until Callum brought it back on track.
"Why do you ask?
"Ummm?"
"Why do you ask if they have ingested my semen?"
"Oh, I'm thinking that there was not intention to summon Lilith that night. Because the moon was not in conjunction with Saturn. I think it was a practise run, but the main purpose of the gathering was to bind you to those women. Those that ingested your semen. So that, if they wish to have more carnal knowledge of you, shall we say. You will not be able to refuse them."
"What?"
"Just what it says here? But it is the internet, and you know you can't trust that?" She didn't tell Callum that the source of the information was a 14th century manuscript written by a holy man who was plagued by a succubus and eventually he died from being sucked, fucked and generally abused every single night for two months. He had died at less than half his original body weight. Georgia would hold onto that information for later, she didn't want him to be worried about that at this stage. "Now go and get that dress and start probing Ms Munroe. And I did use that word advisedly. Just don't tell me what is was that you had to do, because I'm not sure that... Never mind."
