Simon stepped back and took a deep breath, admiring the work he had spent the last three days completing. The circle was perfect, scribed in the center of the basement floor with a mixture of talc, holy water, and dove’s blood. The lines contained within the circle were crisp and clear, the color of a wine-soaked sunset. The words that ringed the inner edge of the circle were gilded and shimmering Latin phrases from the days of the ancient masters. In the exact center of the ritual space was the wax-carved image of that which Simon intended to summon to him: a six-inch high statue of a breath-taking, curvaceous woman with long, flowing hair.
A glance at the clock that sat on a table off to the side told Simon that it was nearly time to begin. He walked slowly around the circle, lighting the white candles from a taper before turning off the fluorescent lights. Candle flames flickered slightly in the darkness as Simon began chanting softly in a monotone. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking deep breaths between phrases of the ancient language, his voice growing stronger and surer with each repetition of the incantation. A slight breeze caressed his face, and he knew the veil between the worlds was thinning.
As the ritual neared its end, the candles flared high blinding the sorcerer for a moment. When his vision returned a smile grew across his features. It...she...was standing in the center of the circle exactly where the wax figure had been, and she was exactly as she had appeared in his mind’s eye. The spell had worked perfectly.
The succubus was slightly above average in height with long muscular legs and hair the color of blood that hung full and long to her waist. Round, full breasts stood firm and white from her lean frame and a sparse thatch of hair the same color as that on her head rested atop her sex. Green eyes blazed with promise from the perfect, cruel face of a fallen angel. He felt his cock begin to grow thick as he gazed upon her.
She reached out a hand, and curled a finger towards Simon. “Come here.” She said in a low, husky tone, and Simon felt his body begin to move towards her. With a jerk, he reigned himself in, despite the fact that the only thought in his mind was to join the woman standing in the ring of chalk of and fire. Join her, devour her and be devoured in turn.
He reached to his belt and grasped a wooden wand tucked there. He withdrew it and plunged it into the heart of the flame that burned in the silver brazier. The succubus reacted immediately and violently. She screeched and threw herself at him only to be repulsed by the invisible barrier the circle provided. After a second, he withdrew the wand and she calmed herself, though an injured expression had replaced the sultry gaze.
“You will serve me, demon. By the words I have spoken that contain your true name, you will serve my wishes and commands until I release you.” Simon spoke the first part of the binding with a quavering voice. Jut being in the creature’s presence was driving him mad with desire. It was taking all of his will to not rush to her and cover her mouth and body with his own.
