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A middle-aged minister unexpectedly conjures up a succubus while tinkering with a spell in an old book. Not exactly your typical demon story.
(MF-language).
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The good reverend, Tom Conrey, fingered the tattered pages of the ancient book he held in his hand. It was an old book from the late 16-century, with blocked scrollwork along the sides of the pages. By the lines penned inside it had once been owned by one, Lucia Smith, of Salem.
He had an eerie feeling as he looked down at it, wondering if it had ever truly been used. Who had written the summoning rituals inside? And if any of them had ever worked? The last question of course being laughable, for everyone just knew that all that kind of gibberish was phony.
He was 42 now and a widower, his wife having passed away three years earlier. It had been a big adjustment in his life, one he didn't think at times he was going to be able to make.
He had started collecting old Bibles and books of the black arts about ten years ago. His wife had purchased an old family bible, at a garage sale of all places that dated from the early 1800's.
He had been fascinated with the family records in it, and all the penned opinions next to various scripture throughout the book. He was hooked after that, and began picking up anything having to do with the spiritual warfare for the possession of humanity's destiny, including volumes on the black arts.
His collection wasn't all that large, his annual substance wouldn't allow for that, but each of his volumes was a treasure to Tom. He had toyed with idea of trying one of the old summoning rituals, or spells in his books. But his wife, Martha, had fearfully protested the idea, and successfully.
Just then he heard a knock on his office door, which exploded into his daydream, shattering his thoughts into a thousand tiny shreds.
"Pastor Tom, are you available?" the sweet young voice said.
"Hello Trish, how are you? And how may I help you?" He asked her.
"I need to borrow a hymnal there doesn't seem to be any in the sanctuary," she told him.
Trish Logan had been an ongoing test of Tom's patience for some time now, always wearing skirts that were immodestly short, and bending over in front of him in them. Resulting, of course, in exposing to him her festively colored panties, and beautiful ass as she was doing again at this moment.
She turned her back to him and slowly bent over at the waist, her dress creeping high on her lovely legs. The thin material hugged the outlandish curves of her sweet ass sinfully tight. She paused long enough to ensure that Tom had committed everything to memory, and then slowly stood up, book in hand.
She crossed the room toward him, her hips swaying sensually with each graceful step. She came around to where he was seated, and plopped her gorgeous cheeks down on the desktop and then smiled.
Her dress was high on her well-defined thighs, and her legs open just far enough, to almost allow Tom to see the front of her panties. "Pastor Tom, you really should join the choir for the musical next month, we need a good baritone," she said smiling.
"Trish you know I have lectures at the seminary at that time, and there is no way I can do it," Tom told her. She was in the choir herself, and that was reason enough for Tom not to be.
Leaning over and coming very close to him she said, "But I could make it so much fun for you Pastor," her voice was very seductive as she spoke. Tom could smell the fragrance of her shampoo, and clearly see the gentle curve of her breasts, which threatened to spill free from her top.
"Tom thought, if it wasn't for the fact that I still wanted this job, I'd bend her over this desk, and bring the little tart shouting for glory ... to the salvation she really wants, several times!"
"Sorry Trish, not this time," he told her, as she stood ready to leave.
Tom watched her walk away contemplating the hardness she had left behind with him ... damn the woman always did that! The cheeks of her ass swayed seductively as she moved. At the door she paused, half turned, smiled and said, "Goodbye for now Tom."
He would have thought seriously about Trish had it not been for their age difference, she was 10 years his junior, and Tom thought that a little bit much. Too bad, she was a beautiful woman and in many ways very sweet.
In another half hour the choir would be finished and the church would be empty. Then Tom was going to run through the ritual for calling a succubus, just so he could brag that he had once done so.
He worked on the monthly publication until he heard the saints begin to file out of the building, last of all he heard Trish's expected knock before she opened the door.
"Returning the hymnal sir, I hope we didn't disturb you Tom," her voice warm and sexy.
"Not at all Trish, I was so absorbed a freight train wouldn't have bothered me," he replied.
She moved to the front of the desk, with more body parts jiggling with her movements, than should ever be apparent on a woman of faith. She laid the book down and placed her palms flat out on the desktop her heavy breasts accentuated by the angle of her body.
"I do hope you'll reconsider the musical next month Tom, I'd love to have you next to me on stage then," she said smiling; as her eyes caressed everything on him she could see.
Tom knew the location that she really wanted him to be next to her at, and it wasn't the choir line-up!
"Sorry dear saint, it just isn't going to happen, maybe next time," he told her smiling sweetly.
"Well ok," she said as she bent low and planted a kiss on his forehead.
"Goodnight dear," she said over her shoulder as she walked off.
Tom watched her ass cheeks do their little wiggle dance again, and moaned internally. The damn woman was just a pain in the ass, he thought.
Tom retrieved the bag containing the compound of salt, iron, and herbs the book had called for. He sprinkled it in the form of a small circle in front of the door, being careful to inspect it closely, and make sure there was not a breech in it anywhere.
He used a black magic marker to inscribe the circle on cardboard, and placed it on top of his desk. He then pulled the black candleholder and red candle itself from his desk drawer and prepared to initiate the ritual.
Tom recited the ancient Latin phrase from the book and the room was instantly filled with an ominous presence. While it was not a sinister sensation it was nonetheless ungodly.
Tom couldn't believe his eyes, as a form began to appear inside the circle; it was twirling smoke that thickly folded over, and into its own space rolling very rapidly. The room was filled with the sweet scent of musk, and a hint of vanilla.
"Who has called me forth," the voice that asked was seductive and warm.
Tom began his recital to bind the conjuring, "With the light of this candle I called thee forth."
"By the words I have spoken thou art bound to me. Until my bidding is complete and whole, I command thee in deed, body, and soul!"
"Answer me now succubus!" his inflection elevated and deeply toned.
I am bound to your will ... as your slave I remain ... my Lord and Master," the beautiful succubus replied.
