Don't Fuc [with] the Occult

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Don't fuck with the occult. It sounded like sound advice for the superstitious and to those who dabble. But Vanessa had always been the kind of woman who studied every advice she'd ever been given as critically as she could, and then puts them in her back pocket.

She'll forget about it.

Vanessa had vaguely recalled superstitions about houses having its own type of spirit. Decades of being a place of shelter and protection, an old house eventually manifests a spirit that embodies those attributes. It might have been from one of the many videos she's watched or read in about it in social media...-christ- she doesn't even know anymore. The video talked about showing that spirit respect by greeting it when one comes home or thanking the house for protecting them. There was another video about offerings, incense, prayer, basically showing gratitude to your house 'guarding' you and your health, wealth, etc. The details are all so vague to her now, but the

idea

of it stuck to her.

It sounded like harmless fun and Vanessa was the kind of woman who liked to dip her toes in all that witchy shit for giggles. She doesn't quite believe in them, but what's the harm when it hasn't affected her yet? So, she told herself,

why not try this out

? It might draw in good luck her way. What could go wrong?

She made a simple altar in the corner of her living room, set right before she entered the hallways that led to the bedrooms so she wouldn't forget about it. The 'shrine' was a small table set with quartz, carnelian, and jade, a flower vase filled with peonies and other flowers that supposedly could draw in wealth, plus a small, scented candle, and incense. The shrine can pass as a cluster of quirky decorations, like one of many spots in her house that's littered with knickknacks. She was a single woman living alone in a single-story house, she can do whatever she wanted without the judgment or jokes from roommates.

"I'm home," Vanessa calls out cheerily into the space of her home, "thanks for keeping an eye on the place while I'm gone."

She enters her home through the garage, making sure the garage door itself closes before she shuts and locks the door. Setting her keys on the cat shaped hook and taking off her shoes, she begins her nightly ritual. She leaves her shoes on the shoe rack before entering her house proper. Passing by the little altar, she lights a stick of incense and walks away with a little smile. It wasn't long before the warm and heavy scent of spices saturated the entirety of her home. Vanessa leaves a window partly open to let the air circulate and mellow out the smell of the incense.

What had started as a little inside joke, became a fun little routine for her whenever she leaves or returns home. Whenever she goes out, she leaves an indirect kiss on the altar with the pads of her pointer and middle finger and taps the altar's surface. She says a quick thanks and lights a stick of incense whenever she returns. It wasn't meant to be anything, but Vanessa liked the little ritual that marked the start and end of her busy days.

With a tired sigh she made her way to the bathroom. She was exhausted, her feet throbbing from all the standing and walking around she had done throughout her shift at the nursing home. Her lower back ached and all she wanted was a warm shower, eat dinner, open one of her wine bottles, and melt into the couch where she planned to spend the night and part of her three days off. She runs the water in her shower to let the stall steam up. Her shirt came off and immediately tossed into the hamper. Pants slide down over hips and slide down to her ankles. She steps over them, picking up the discarded pants with her toss to follow the shirt down the hamper.

She slides her lacy black panties last. Waistband sliding over the curve of her pert ass and down her ankles. She tosses the underwear the same way as the rest and misses, leaving the piece of clothing mere inches by the hamper. Vanessa shrugs, she'll pick it up later after her shower, she shouldn't waste any more of the water.

Steam swallows her as she enters the shower stall, the warm stream of the shower meets her skin. Vanessa sighs and lets the water drench every inch of her. Fingers rub over her scalp with the shampoo cleansing her hair of all the dirt and oils of the recent days. She rubs her skin with a soapy washcloth, starting from her neck, shoulders, any part of her back she can reach. She works the washcloth over her breasts. The rough fabric of the washcloth rubbing over her slippery skin around her nipples and under her ample breasts. The washcloth slides downwards and between her legs, making sure every inch of her body was clean.

She lets the warm water wash over her soapy skin for a few minutes. Hot water relaxes her exhausted muscles. Tired as she was, Vanessa still let her hands roam. First cupping her breasts, sighing as she takes one in each hand, squeezing and kneading them before tugging at her nipples. Her hands roam a little more, sliding down the planes of her flat stomach and down her thighs before moving around to give her ass a firm squeeze.

It was all foreplay and teasing as she avoids touching her clit or her pussy. It was the start of her weekend. She has the whole night to fuck around, and she intends to do so. There is a box of her favorite toys with her name on it and she plans to use them all until she's exhausted herself. Stepping out of the shower stall, Vanessa grabs a nearby towel and dries herself. Leisurely patting herself dry while paying close attention to her breasts and her thighs.

She walks out of the bathroom with only a thin t-shirt on, she doesn't even bother with underwear tonight. She grabs her toys and some blankets from the linen closet and makes her way to her living room.

She'd forgotten the underwear she had left on the floor. If she had, she would have noticed that it had already been tossed neatly in the hamper.

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Doors locked, windows and blinds shut, all lights off, TV on, and Vanessa finds herself relaxing in the soft nest she made on her couch.

She had already planned to sleep in the living room tonight so she made it as comfortable as she could possibly make it. Pillows from her bedroom lay under her head while she embraced another. The couch pillows were set by her feet to prop them up and her blanket loosely covering her legs and midsection. Ten minutes into the movie she picked, and Vanessa's were already squirming from the bullet she'd slipped inside her pussy. It was humming a low vibration, and it was doing its job in getting her body hot and her cunt dripping wet. She squeezes her tight walls around the little toy and simply revels in the sensation of having her pussy filled with something. Even if it was a little small...

Settling more comfortably on her couch, she opens her legs wider and hooks one leg over the back rest while the other rests on the floor. Her legs wide open and her pussy on full display of her living room. She takes the little toy out of her and slips in a vibrator. It was larger and she let out a pleased noise as the bulbous tip pushed in and stretched her walls wider until it bottomed out. She moves the toy in and out, loving the feel of every ridge and bump of the toy rubbing her insides. She glances at the movie she was watching and curses, she'd lost track of the movie and reaches for the remote to fix it. Satisfied, she turns her attention to the toy stuffed perfectly inside her and turns the vibration on at its lowest setting.

For a while she watched the movie while she played with her clit and enjoyed the gentle buzz of the toy. She indulges herself with the fantasy that the man in the tv was the one playing with her. She closes her eyes whenever the man spoke, listened to his rumbling base of a voice while she rubbed around her clit and the wet folds of her pussy. Imagined those lips kissing down her neck and suckling on her tits; those rough and calloused looking hands spreading her legs and then her pussy wide and ready for his cock...

...

...and then they kill the man on screen.

Vanessa stops the movie and drops the remote on the coffee table with unwarranted violence.

"Did they really have to kill him off that way?" She grumbled, her mood dipping after watching the man's gruesome on-screen death, "Damn... "

She wasn't going to let that ruin her mood, but she didn't want to spend the time finding another movie. So, she simply let the television drift into a screen saver while she continued with her business without her eye candy. Reaching for the box once again, she pulls out a dildo with a suction base. It was her favorite out of her little collection. The one that she loves to use when she really wants to enjoy being filled and her hole stretched wide.

It sticks on to the edge of the coffee table perfectly; large and proud and Vanessa was practically drooling to get it in her. After taking out the vibrator she stands in front of the coffee table, her back facing towards it so she can sit and ride the toy. Vanessa spreads her legs wide, and she reaches down to set the tip against her entrance.

With a deep breath she lowers herself down and she lets out a pleased cry. The dildo was huge, but it wasn't like it was her first time taking it. Her pussy took its large girth in with ease and soon enough, every inch was inside. So big and so good.

Vanessa lifts herself up only to drop herself back down, loving how the fake veins on the dildo rubbed inside her. Up...and then down once again loving the sensation of being full and fucked by something so damn big. She continues to fuck herself onto her large toy, finding a rhythm that she lost herself to. Her pussy dripping with so much slick that the dildo moved with perfect ease in and out of her.

She grabs her tits and pinches her nipples as she kneaded the soft flesh on her hands. Vanessa tries to imagine that man in the tv once again and imagined that it was his cock she was riding, and it was his hands that were squeezing her breasts. She continues to fuck herself onto the dildo, delighting in the little whimpers of

oh fuck and oh yes fuck me good!

that come out of her mouth as the wet slaps of her pussy against the surface of the coffee table accompanied it. A loud moan escapes her when she changes the angle of her hips, and she blushes with needless embarrassment at her voice.

The act set her eyes moving around her dark living room. It would have been pitch black had it not been for the blue and purple lighting of the television screen saver. The light gave the room a calm feel, but a little whimsical with the shadows form the lights forming odd shapes behind her furniture and decorations. Vanessa's eyes catch the shine of the crystals and other trinkets in her makeshift shrine. She blows the little shrine a kiss, another little 'offering' for the night before she changes the roll of her hips over the dildo, she's been fucking herself on.

She cums with a long keening moan and a hard grip on her breasts. Her whole body twitching as she rode her orgasm down from its peak.

"Oh..." Vanessa moaned into the darkness of her living room, "so good..."

Her legs felt a little sore when she pulled herself off completely from her dildo with a sloppy and wet

pop

. She drops herself onto the couch with a pleased groan and proudly eyes the toy still mounted on the table, illuminated by the tv and standing tall and covered with her slick pussy juices. Vanessa yawns,

I'll clean them off when I get up tomorrow

. For now, she wanted to rest.

Grabbing a blanket, Vanessa covers her warm, naked body and drifts off to sleep.

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Vanessa wakes up to the cool air of her living room ghosting over her skin.

At first, she had thought that she had kicked the blanket off her, so she reached down towards the floor. She pats around as far as her arm could reach but couldn't find any inch of that fleece blanket. The living room was pitch black, the television had automatically shut down and Vanessa was left reaching in the dark. She eventually gave up with a sigh and simply buried herself under several pillows and the couch cushion. She was too tired and groggy to care right at this moment.

Vanessa was woken up again by the chill in the living room.

This time, she shuddered as that cold air drifted from the hollow of her collarbones, cooling the skin of her chest, stomach, and drifted all the way down to her legs. Vanessa flinches at the soft puff of cold air against her thighs.

Dammit,

Vanessa groaned to herself,

I really need to find that blanket...

Even the pillows had disappeared from the couch. Groggily, Vanessa tried to look for them once again, she blindly groped around the space next to the couch, to no luck. She tries to look for the remote control instead, knowing the light from the tv would illuminate the living room well enough for her to be able to track down everything she'd been looking for. She lets out a frustrated groan when her blind search had come to nothing.

"Dammit," Vanessa swore, "I'm going to freeze my ass off here..."

She sighed in resignation; she was far too tired to get up and turn the light on to find anything she'd been looking for. With a tired groan, she tucks herself against the couch and shuts her eyes. The cool air lingers, much to her annoyance. At least the neighborhood was quiet tonight, bereft of the usual sounds of cars passing by or the neighborhood cats making noises; hell, she doesn't even hear the usual creaks and snaps of her house's old foundation.

The cold chill caresses her skin once again and she couldn't help the flinch it elicited. She curls herself into a small ball in the hopes she would stay warm with not much luck. With another frustrated huff, Vanessa wills herself to ignore the cold and tried to sleep once again.

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It had to be a testament to how exhausted and groggy she was from poor sleep that her dreams even took a weirder turn.

Her eyes open to the darkness of her living room once again. Awareness eventually crept in, and Vanessa finds herself stretched out on the couch instead of the curled position she had drifted off in earlier. The air still felt cold, but something about it felt...odd. It wasn't like the usual lazy drift of air in a quiet room; it felt like the air around her moved deliberately. Vanessa was sure she was having the weirdest bout of sleep paralysis because she swears, she felt the cold air caress the curves of her breasts.

What's going on?

Vanessa asked herself. She shudders as that chill crept down her front, it like a set of cool fingers toying with her warm skin.

Her breath hitches when that cold sensation moved to her nipples. She couldn't help but imagine a set of hands over her tits, its thumbs rubbing around her sensitive flesh until they were hard and perky. A gasp escapes her when she feels that cold pressure

squeezes

her tits. Vanessa tried to squirm away, but her body couldn't move.

What kind of dream was this?

It was too dark to see what was happening, she couldn't see who or what it was that was toying with her body, but she could

feel

her breasts being kneaded, nipped, and pinched by some cold presence. Vanessa doesn't know what was going on, but her body was starting to heat up from the attention. She lets out a pained cry as...whatever was molesting her bit her nipples and pulled at them.

"Stop!" she cried out, "what is this? Who are you?"

Vanessa doesn't get a response, instead she feels the cold presence drifting downwards. The cold drifts of air caressing down and around her thighs. Unable to move, let alone resist, Vanessa's blood runs cold. Fear and panic grip her as her body was touched and fondled by whatever was in the dark.

This has to be a dream, right?

Tears pool at the edge of her eyes when feels what seemed like a set of hands lift her legs up from under her knees and spread her legs wide open. She whimpers as puffs of air hit the inside of her thighs and around her pussy, the cool air teasing her sensitive skin.

"Please," She calls out again, her voice now charged with fear and helplessness, "who are you? Why are you doing this?"

The presence stills for a moment, making Vanessa wonder if her whatever this presence was felt and understood her fear. She was shivering not only from the cold now, but also out of terror. Her body was unable to move, she could only speak and cry while her legs were spread wide, and her body played with.

The air around her suddenly fell still, as if the presence had paused to think. But before Vanessa could speak out loud again, she gasped. Her body suddenly felt warmer despite the constant chill in the air. She felt soothed or at least that is what it seemed like she was feeling, the emotions weren't hers, they were more directed towards her. As if the presence touching her was projecting their calm and comfort and it soothed her fear and panic.

If there was a way she could explain it, Vanessa would like to think that this presence was radiating (if she could find a better word for it) instead of communicating. Spoken words were a barrier it did not need to comply to and this entity simply projected its intention, want, and feelings. They were all an amalgam of warm emotions that Vanessa could only pick out in small fractions.

Curiosity, excitement, comfort, adoration, appreciation, love...lust.

Thank you for your offerings.

Vanessa blushes, her body heats up even more at the sudden revelation. There was no way...

This can't be real...

The entity continued what it had initially been doing and Vanessa's breath catches. She feels the entity not only move between her legs but also all around her. As if emboldened by Vanessa's docility, its attention moves on to touching every inch of her body. What had been that small cold presence that had been playing with her tits and teasing her skin was now a being that encompassed her full body.

While the entity still felt cold against her skin, Vanessa's body felt hot. She could feel its emotions under her skin, coaxing her into accepting its affection. Heat pooled in her core, feeling that amalgamation of warm emotions course through her body. She finds the feeling of lust in the entity, feels their want to thank her, to worship her, to love her, to take every inch of her, to feel her pleasure.

To this, Vanessa lets herself submit.

So, this was all because I kept putting offerings in that odd shrine of mine...

Vanessa lets the entity take her. Lets it touch every inch of her body. Lets it squeeze, pull, bite, and suck on her tits. Lets it caress the insides of her thighs and rub her clit. Her pussy was already dripping wet and she let the entity's feeling of lust take over her. She feels the cold puff of air against her sopping wet entrance and feels it rub and tug at her clit while its cold touches circled around her opening.

She gasps as she feels something pushing at her entrance. The familiar feel of soft silicone pushes into her hole and Vanessa lets out a strangled moan. A wave of playful bashfulness wash over her and Vanessa realizes belatedly that the entity can only touch and hold her, it doesn't have the right...equipment to fuck her. This thing was fucking her with her favorite dildo.

It moves in and out of her; a little clumsily at first. Until the being grew bolder and fucked her cunt in earnest. It knew how she loves to take it rough and knew the perfect angle that would make her moan and beg like a slut. The way it hit that spot inside her over and over left Vanessa sobbing at the way it fucked her so good and deep.

"Ah~!" Vanessa moaned loud as the dildo was shoved inside her once again, "Ah! Yes-! So good... so deep -fuck! Oh, please fuck me harder!"