Stacy walked into her bedroom with a glass of chilled tequila in one hand and her evening activity in the other. Dressed in an old hockey jersey and boy shorts she was the picture of comfort not seduction. A kicked back chilled out evening was the business at hand.
Glancing out her window she saw the neighborhood was still shrouded in thick fog. The normally quiet area was now absolutely silent. Even the lights from the closest houses were invisible. It was like she existed in a separate dimension.
Throwing back the covers Stacy piled her pillows up and crawled on the mattress. Wiggling into a comfortable pose she propped her newest acquisition against her long legs. It was a leather bound book with a deeply embossed cover. The image of a sleeping face with its arms loosely wrapped around its head was what had caught her eye at the curio shop earlier in the day. Inside was a plain English children's story of a boy and his dog but around the edge of each page were bands of hand drawn vaguely rune like symbols.
The shop clerk couldn't tell her any thing about it but offered it for a nominal sum. The shop's buyer was unavailable for comment. A lover of the weird shading into creepy Stacy had paid eagerly and hurried home with her treasure. An afternoon spent looking through her own reference books and some hard to access Internet resources had yielded minimal information.
The "runes" were unknown any place she could access. The book was apparently meant as a spirit vessel like a genie's bottle. The sleeping face was possibly Ariel a mischievous but helpful sprite made famous by Shakespeare. It might also be one of several other much more malevolent beings. A crafter herself Stacy thought that though the book was made with traditional methods it was of recent vintage. Whatever the invocation was it should be modern in form and something she could eventually puzzle out.
Stacy opened to the first page and examined the runes. They remained stubbornly unreadable. She wondered if there were clues hidden in the English text and began to read. Gradually, she became aware that as she concentrated on the story the symbols in her peripheral vision hovered on the edge of meaning but soon as she looked directly at them they faded back into incomprehensibility.
Struck by an inspiration she flipped back to the first page and began reading the chapter again. Stacy focused all her awareness on reading the adventures of boy and dog. She imagined what they looked like and what they felt as they played and roamed on a perfect summer day. As she neared the end of the chapter she would have sworn the border was moving and changing.
The chapter ended with a little poem but she was suddenly too tired to read anymore. Her eyes closed and her grip on the book loosened. It shut with a soft plop. Her mind was blank. A cool draft blew across her sweat soaked body and roused her slightly. She covered her chill hardened nipples and randomly thought about the new hottie at work. One hand slid toward the waist band of her shorts while the other caressed her breast.
When her reaching hand bumped into the forgotten book she sleepily opened her eyes. The book was gazing back at her. She jerked her hands away and let them fall to her sides. The book's eyes were black voids and she found she couldn't pull her own away. Stacy froze and barely dared breathe as the embossed arms reached out of the cover and took a grip on her shirt. The creature's head and shoulders followed. She could hear it snuffling as it eased itself into her universe.
Fully emerged from the now vanished book it crouched on her stomach and returned her stare. It was about the size of a cat with four arms and a pair of muscular legs. It sported twin cocks but no visible balls. The small tools were rigidly erect and oozing precum. The heat of its ash colored body was apparent even through her shirt. As it slowly it stalked up her torso she could feel its claws catching in the fabric of her top. It was soon nose to nose with the paralyzed woman. Its breath smelled of smoke and flames. Suddenly its forked tongue flicked out.
A spicy burn spread across her lips and without thinking Stacy ran her own tongue over them. Instantly the burning sensation spread to her tongue along with an unpleasant bitter taste but somehow she found she wanted more of the strange flavor. When the creature licked her lips again she eagerly took in another dose of alien chemicals.
The heat in her mouth spread swiftly through her body. Stacy was distantly aware it was especially powerful in her personal "hot spots". Her breathing sped up and she had to fight the urge to touch herself. When the imp shifted position and pressed the tips of its small cocks to her lips it seemed only natural to take them in her mouth.
