Note to readers: this is a sequel to the story Black Magic, thanks to everyone for reading.
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The Sinclair Funeral Home in Jeffersonville was one of those old established places in the mid west, a respectable looking building, elegant even in it's own way. It went way back to the 1880's under various owners. The current owner, Doc Blanding was older, seventy two and working towards retirement. Which was how Scott Wilkes came to work for him, he did most of the embalming work, while Doc did a lot of the funeral arrangements and funerals themselves.
Scott had gone to mortuary school in Indiana and had been hired at Sinclair's originally because his cousin had worked there.
Twyla Beeks was sixty eight years old or was, and really heavy. Scott had her up on the table and was draining the blood out of her.
The old room was hot and not air conditioned, and after he got done, Scott went outside for a breath of fresh air. It was the hottest March on record in Illinois. When he came back in, he noticed that there was a sort of black pendant around the woman's neck, she was naked but he hadn't noticed it before.
"That's odd," he said to himself.
He picked the thing up and lifted it off of her. It was black and had sort of eight sides on it.
"Weird," he said.
When he pulled it off, he noticed a weird greenish flash of light, it happened only briefly.
"What the hell was that?"
Then he threw the pendant into the wastebasket.
2.
The dreams were odd to say the least, and more lifelike than he had ever seen before. The girl had shown up briefly in flashes, blond and hot, it seemed like a girl at first, but then as he began to see her better, she looked something like a devil, with horns and a tail.
He was walking in a place he had never seen before, and then something swooped by him, so fast he could hardly see it, a girl stuck her hand out where he was walking and stopped him. He could see her perfectly now, she was demonic, with small horns that stuck up out of blond hair, and a thick tail that stuck out to her right side.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said.
"To work," Scott replied, "I'll be late."
She gave Scott a sort of an evil look, she had perfect white teeth and tremendous lips.
His cock went up like an out of control elevator zooming to the top and ready to crash out of the roof.
The devil girl got in front of him and began staring at him. It was incredible looking whatever it was, beautiful complexion, stunning eyes and unbelievable tits, stark naked.
She seemed pleased with the effect that she was having on him, turned her head sideways and stuck a tongue out at him, it was long and big, like a snake.
"I want to show you something," she said.
She half shoved and pulled him forward.
They went around a corner of a building and went into an open field, it was dark and full of rocks.
When he got used to seeing what was there, it seemed to be couples on the ground screwing, when he got a better look, he could see that they were all normal men but the women were all devil women.
The men were all young and nice looking, the demon women were different sizes and had different hair, but they were all like the one standing in front of him, they had sex pouring out of them to the point to where they were irresistible.
It seemed to be one big humping fuck.
Fire came out of the ground, here and there, and it was hot.
He had never been to an orgy, but he hadn't imagined the maniacal intensity of their screwing.
There were about twenty couples, all humping away as though it were the only piece of ass they were ever going to get.
The devil girl took her hand and moved his head until he was looking at her again.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied truthfully.
"I want you to conjure me," she said presently.
"I don't know how to to that," Scott replied.
"My name's Isis," she said, "draw a pentagram on the ground, with a point turned downward, you can look up how to do it, say this, 'I summon the one born in fire.'"
"You're talking about black magic, right?" he asked.
"Right."
The demon stared at the handsome young man in front of her and gave him another look that would have melted a brick.
"I don't think I want to do that," he said.
The demon girl tossed her head back and looked at him derisively.
"You want a fuck," she said.
"I want you to go away," Scott said.
"Why do you think I'm here?" she asked.
"I don't know," Scott replied, "but I'd like you to go away."
She leaned forward and took the swollen erection in her hand that had formed.
"Why don't you tell your cock?" she said facetiously.
"I'm upset," Scott replied.
The demon had a beautiful face and a sexy look, he kept looking at it and had to force himself to stop.
"Bullshit," she said, "again I ask why do you think I'm appearing?"
When Scott didn't say anything she said, "Because you want a fuck is the reason."
Scott tried to look away from her but couldn't. This was not an ordinary woman, but instead a sex demon of tremendous potency.
The girl came towards him and kissed him, sticking a scalding hot tongue in his mouth, it was so hot, he grabbed his mouth when she pulled it out.
"What did you do to me?" he asked sharply.
"Nothing."
His lips tingled, but he didn't seem to be burnt.
He looked at her again, she was hard not to look at.
"You have to conjure me before we can fuck," she said.
Scott looked at the devil girl without speaking.
She said, "You have to open yourself up to me, and you will."
In a bit she said, "I'm going to have to go, conjure me, do it as soon as possible."
