Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving witchcraft, demons, and light sadomasochism. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice. Do not act out anything you read here unless you and your partner are both comfortable doing so and you know it is safe.
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Lara was lonely, bored and horny—a dangerous combination for a young, beautiful sorceress. After several unsuccessful nights of trying to meet men who were neither sleazy drunks nor boring dolts Lara decided to forego the local bar for a different approach. She lazily ran a finger over the titles on her bookshelf of witchcraft tomes.
"Levitation, Potions...ah, The Conjurer's Guide to Demons." Lara plucked out the aforementioned book and settled into her easy chair. Flicking her long, raven hair out of the way, Lara turned to the letter 'i'. Incubus. She began reading:
'An incubus is a male demon that gains its power from having sex with humans (usually women though there have been known homosexual and bisexual incubi.) The female equivalent is called a succubus. An incubus cannot actually rape a person; he must use his wicked charms to seduce the victim into submitting willingly'
Lara paused to examine the picture. The only thing that distinguished the incubus' looks from a normal man's (aside from his inhuman beauty) was a pair of crimson horns peaking through his tousled black hair. Even from the small drawing, Lara could read the dangerous glint in his eyes and his irresistibly sadistic grin. Lara let her eyes wander down his perfectly muscled body and breathed a silent 'thank you' to whichever illustrator had decided to paint the demon without any clothes on. She gazed dreamily at the being's long, thick cock.
"I'll bet that would hurt..." Lara smiled. She liked it when it hurt. The sorceress stifled an urge to cream herself right there, 'Wow... if a little drawing can make me this horny, imagine what the real one could do to me!' She kept reading:
'There are three types of incubi that vary according to their seductive powers. Incubus necarus is the most dangerous kind. During sex, this incubus drains the victim's life force entirely. Very few humans have survived such an encounter.'
Lara shuddered and not in a good way, "Well that's certainly a cold shower." She wanted nothing to do with anything that would actually kill her.
'Incubus minorus is relatively benign. The effects on the victim are temporary and include exhaustion and an increased sex drive. These incubi generally mate once or twice with a single human before moving on to the next.'
This reminded Lara of the 'love 'em and leave 'em' types that would try (and fail) to talk her into one night stands. Lara laughed to herself, "Heh, so I want an evil sex demon who'll still be there to hold me in the morning—I must be out of my head!"
'An incubus captorus may only mate with a single human, but once he does so, the victim is permanently held under his power. The incubus then takes his prey into his lair to spend eternity as a captive sex slave.'
Lara's submissive side found the idea incredibly hot. Of course, she could never actually summon such a thing... could she? No, definitely not; that would have to remain a fantasy. A very hot fantasy. Lara touched herself until she fell asleep in the chair—and dreamt of incubi ravishing her helpless but all too willing body.
However, by the next day, she had completely forgotten about sex demons and the like. She had a job to do. She met up with her work partner and best friend, Mellia, and scanned the job postings to see what horrific monstrosity the two powerful witches would save the town from today.
"Rats?!" Lara pouted.
"Yep, apparently farmer Luke is having a little rodent problem lately." Mellia sighed absently.
"Please tell me they at least breathe a little fire or something."
"It doesn't say, so I'm guessing they don't."
With that, the pair mounted their broomsticks and flew over to the infested farmland.
"So, where are the rats nesting?" Lara tried to hide the boredom from her voice; she was a professional after all.
"In the henhouse. They're stealing all my chicken feed!" the farmer answered.
"We're on it," Mellie responded with only slightly less hidden boredom than her partner.
As soon as they stepped into the henhouse a large black-furred rat scampered across the floor.
Mellia held up her palms and shouted a spell, "Stabitis!" The rat, along with all of the chickens, froze to the spot.
Lara picked up a wooden pail, "Here, we can collect them in this, and than unfreeze them in the woods."
They were searching behind nest boxes and under floorboards for frozen rodents, when Mel heard Lara sigh.
"What's with you, Lara? You haven't been yourself lately. And don't say it's just the boring missions we've been having. I know you better than that."
"Yeah, you're right. I've just been so... restless for the past while. I'm not sure why," Lara told her friend.
"Hmm, maybe you're just in a rut. You'll feel better soon."
"I sure hope so," Lara sighed, unfreezing the chickens as she bagged the last rat.
But weeks passed and Lara didn't feel any better. She wondered if this small town life of magical odd jobs just wasn't right for her. Yet, she couldn't think of anywhere else she wanted to be. Except... a dark corner of her subconscious recalled the readings of a certain lust demon. At first, she pushed the idea aside but over the next few days those thoughts became more persistent. Maybe she really would be happier as an incubus's sex-pet. Eventually, she decided to go for it. She would summon an incubus, if only just to talk with him.
She waited until Saturday night both because she wanted to give herself time to change her mind and because (as usual) she had no plans that weekend. Just in case Lara actually went through with it she wrote a letter to Mellia so that her friend wouldn't worry. Too embarrassed to say where she was really going, Lara wrote that she was chosen for an important, long-term mission out of town; she had to leave by morning so she couldn't tell her friend in person. Lara sighed. She hated to just disappear on Mellia. Their friendship was the only thing in this dreary little farm town that brought Lara any joy. But lately, she started to think that wasn't enough. By the night's end, she would have to make a decision.
Leaving the letter on her nightstand Lara retrieved her demon guidebook and shoved her doubts aside. After leafing through an inordinate amount of pages warning against the dangers of demon calling, Lara finally found the summoning spell. She followed the instructions to the letter, making a chalk circle on the floor lined with six black roses, six lit candles, and six cupid feathers, all evenly spaced. She cast a quick safety spell on the candles so they couldn't burn down the hut if they fell over. Finally, Lara placed the 'offering'—her naked body—in the center and slipped her hands between her legs. The book told her to touch herself but not to reach the point of orgasm, a difficult feat considering the wicked fantasies that played about her mind. As she circled that her little pink nub, Lara imagined an irresistibly cruel sex demon violating her flesh with his claws. She rubbed herself torturously slowly, straining against that blissful release. Excitement and need built within her like an inferno but still she resisted.
Eventually, even beneath the fog of agonizing self denial, Lara wondered where her incubus was. Her desire, over time, gave way to boredom and disappointment and, though her finger continued to twitch within her folds, Lara began to dose.
That night, Lara rolled over in bed, to look at the clock. Midnight exactly—the witching hour. The funny thing was Lara had no memory of going to bed last night. The last thing she remembered was...
