Witch Master

by Noah Layton

  But something else happened as well – the silhouette of that tiny demon, and all the others, suddenly slowed their dancing. They came to a stop, and their bodies and heads turned to look at me from the cover, their grey and black bodies, void of features, surveying me for a second. Suddenly they darted towards my hands from both directions, scrambling to where I held the book.

  I didn’t even have time to react – a series of needle-sharp jabs struck the palms of my hands and I dropped the book to the ground with a heavy boom.

  ‘What the fuck…?!’ I yelled out, turning my palms up to see several pin-prick blotches of blood appearing in drips upon my skin.

  ‘You all right down there?’

  Brianna suddenly landed by my side and peered over my shoulder.

  ‘Oh, shit…’ She said, looking at my hands, ‘I completely forgot that they did that.’

  ‘Sure you did.’

  ‘I mean it. This is a pretty dark book, as they go. Here…’

  She retrieved her wand and waved it over my hands, and steadily the skin scabbed over – it didn’t heal, but it was more than I could have asked for.

  ‘That’s better,’ she continued, picking the book up from the ground.

  ‘Be careful!’

  ‘I don’t need to be. Being a demon has its perks, y’know? Like not being attacked by the demons that dwell within a book.’

  ‘There are demons in there?’

  ‘Kind of… Sort of… I’ll show you. But I’m gonna need your help for this next part.’

  Brianna levitated me back up to the ledge before flying up herself, and we exited and returned to the basement workshop. She locked the door behind her, leaving me wondering what the hell we were going to get up to.

  Did I trust her? If she wanted to do something nefarious to me she would have done it already. Succubi were powerful creatures, and I had little doubt that if she wanted to spill my blood then I would have already be dead.

  Flicking through the book, Brianna eventually found what she was looking for.

  ‘What are we doing?’ I asked.

  ‘Summoning a demon.’

  ‘Hilarious,’ I smirked, but as I looked up at her she had a serious expression on her face.

  ‘What’s funny about that?’

  ‘Well… Wait, are you serious?’

  ‘Of course. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.’

  ‘The words demon and safe don’t exactly correlate in my mind.’

  ‘Relax. I’ve done it before.’

  ‘How many times?’

  ‘Once.’

  ‘How’d that go?’

  ‘On a scale of 1 to 10? Uhh… Seven.’

  I raised an eyebrow at her.

  ‘Okay, six. I got what I needed but destroyed half of the workshop getting rid of it. Nasty little fucker…’

  ‘And what is it we need?’

  ‘I told you. Information. Now help me move these carpets.’

  I didn’t question it, just going along with the plan, but as I rolled them up and stacked them nearby, I quickly realised the purpose behind clearing the floor.

  A huge pentagram, covered with symbols that I couldn’t associate with any language, was drawn upon the floor. It was around ten feet in diameter, looking as if it had been drawn with chalk, but when I ran my fingers across the markings they didn’t stain in the slightest, and none of it wore against my skin.

  ‘Holy shit…’

  ‘I’m guessing you’ve never seen one of these before, huh?’

  ‘I’ve seen the symbol… I’ve never just never seen one this big.’

  ‘That’s what she said.’

  ‘You’re the lamest succubus that I’ve ever met, d’you know that?’

  ‘Oh, please, I’m the only succubus that you’ve ever met.’

  ‘Still, I think you’d rank pretty highly.’

  ‘There’s one thing that you need to understand about me,’ Brianna said, her voice taking on a suddenly ethereal tone. I turned to look over at her from the pentagram, but she had darted over to where I stood at an insanely fast speed, looking me in the eyes. I wanted to move away, stepping back on my heel, but there was something unbelievably enticing about her dark, swimming eyes – and it had nothing to with her natural abilities. ‘I love to enjoy myself, and I love the work that I do here, which makes them entirely compatible. But a succubus, even a half-succubus like me, doesn’t entice men for the sake of it… Above all, we love sex. It’s our lifeblood. And after seeing you the other night down here through the world-window, it looks like you’ve got a pretty good hold on that area…’

  ‘I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wondering whether you would bring that up.’

  ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she whispered in a faux-delicate way, tilting her head down as she stared at me intently. ‘I’ve been waiting for a chance to see you fuck ever since you got here. I had to know whether you were worthy, not just as a warlock but as a man.’

  ‘Worthy of what?’ I asked, hanging on her every word.

  ‘Worthy of being able to handle the duties that are required of a warlock. Of the head of the coven.’

  ‘If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about then I think I’m perfect for that… I’ve had a pretty good time here so far.’

  ‘Maybe…’ She smiled, ‘But let’s see how you rise to a more practical challenge.’

  Brianna was pulling every innuendo in the book, but as she looked into my eyes and I into hers, I could already feel my body filling with a primal lust. I wondered once again if she was causing it, but quickly realised that it was all me.

  ‘Well?’ She asked expectantly. ‘Think you can handle it?’

  ‘Try me.’

  ‘I intend to.’

  Despite my best efforts to fit into the role as leader of the coven, into the dominant role of being in charge, those three little words spoken from luscious lips were some of the sexiest that I had ever heard.

  Brianna raised her hand towards me, holding the book open in the other. She stood on one side of the pentagram while I stood on the other, watching her mutter a sharp, flurrying blast of strange phrases and complex chants that I couldn’t even begin to understand.

  To begin with there was no change in the room, until everything suddenly happened in quick succession.

  Brianna’s eyes turned into a fiery mix of red and orange, swimming within her sockets. The torches in the room darkened, not going out completely but dimming, as if they were hiding their light from some oncoming force.

  She stepped back, keeping her hand held out, and in doing so I was dragged forwards, my body sliding along the floor by my feet, completely out of my control.

  The succubus’s words came to an end, the book floating from her hand and disappearing into the darkness, but the burning light within her eyes remained.

  ‘Present yourself before the symbol,’ Brianna said, her voice taking on a symphonic, elegant gravitas. ‘Show your human form for what it is in the eyes of the darkness.’

  On the one hand I didn’t know what she was talking about, but when I looked into her eyes some foreign essence of understanding coursed through my body. I pulled off my clothes and threw them aside, taking off everything piece by piece and throwing them outside of the circle until I was standing there before her in my muscular, unashamed nakedness.

  Fuck, this is dark… I thought, but even so, the evidently dark nature of the ritual that we were performing only served to push a ravenous sensation of desire through me as I grew harder and harder, my new length standing on end as I stood in the darkness of the circle.

  And that feeling only got more intense as Brianna herself stepped forward into the circle. For one last time she flicked the tip of her wand to the side, and from nowhere a flurry of blankets and pillows fell upon the pentagram. She tipped her wand again sharply and my body tilted back, lowering onto the cushions as Brianna stepped towards me, standing over my waiting body as I got comfortable, watching her.


  I drank in the sight of her perfect body as she ran her hands over herself, putting on a show for me. Her slender body was contrasted impossibly against her huge breasts, barely contained in that lacy black bra that I had become so familiar with trying not to stare at over the past few days. The only thing that could top it was seeing her hands flow over the material, mere inches away.

  She didn’t touch it – the material simply faded away, disappearing into nothingness and revealing her round, perfect tits sat enormously upon her chest. The same went for her hips… With a drifting motion to them with both of her hands, her slender fingers slinking down her sides, her underwear disappeared entirely, leaving her slim but curvaceous form, something so enticing that it could only be crafted in another dimension, exposed before me.

  I remained where I was upon the pillows, admiring Brianna’s body lustfully as she paced at a tauntingly slow speed around my form lying upon the pentagram, placing one red foot delicately in front of the other. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but in my vague peripheral vision I suddenly became aware that the symbols of the pentagram, and the lines themselves, had begun to glow with a white light.

  From the ground I looked back, seeing Brianna bend over and crawl over my body from atop, until her legs surrounded my head and the sweet spot between her hips lay exposed before me.

  Feeling her tongue lap deviously at my throbbing length, a sudden wave of pleasure coursed through me. All I could do was run my hands over her body to settle upon her round, tight ass, bringing my tongue between her legs and lapping hungrily at her wetness.

  I could already tell that this, all of this, was part of some ritual, but as I indulged in the body of a succubus for the first time I began to hear the sounds of the inhuman enter the room around us.

  They began as the vaguest whisperings at first, tiny, unrecognisable words sounding out in the darkness around us, before rising into giggles and whispers of devious laughter.

  But I didn’t care any longer. All I could take in was the taste of Brianna’s wetness, the sensation of her hot, wet tongue lapping against my dick as she sucked at me ravenously, moaning out with approving pleasure as we enjoyed each other’s bodies.

  In a deft movement she suddenly sat up sharply, riding my face as I tongued her ferociously. I couldn’t get enough of her, but she hadn’t even gotten started.

  In another sharp move, she swung around in a manner that I couldn’t even describe, suddenly kneeling above my waist just as Lois had done a few nights ago. Taking me in her hand she jerked my rock hard length before guiding me into her, taking my throbbing cock into her fiery walls.

  Her wings spread out as she rode me mercilessly, not even working into a build-up. There was no taunting here – it was pure, devilish fucking, an animal desire as I placed my hands on her hips and grinded my dick inside of her.

  The whisperings grew louder, and with every formidable, unplanned flicker of the torches I saw the unmistakable silhouettes of dancing devils upon the walls, only now they were much bigger than those that had swarmed me from the cover of the summoning tome that Brianna had used to conjure them; they were the size of humans, moving rhythmically to a faint drumming from somewhere unplaceable.

  ‘I am yours, master…’ Brianna moaned, planting her hands upon my chest and digging her nails into my skin as she grinded against me hard. ‘I am yours… Finish in me…’

  The dark, devilish nature of our sex should have sent me running, but it only made me want the succubus, my succubus, more than ever. Grunting animalistically as she fell atop me, pleasuring my face with her soft, round tits as I fucked her, I came impossibly hard into my succubus’s walls, filling her up with my seed in the most sacrilegious act I had ever committed.

  The pleasure subsided as Brianna pushed herself up from me, looking me in the eyes while I was still plunged deep into her. The banging of the drums had stopped. The shadows of the dancing devils had all turned in the dim light to face us, pitchforks standing upright in their closed hands…

  ‘Time to move…’ Brianna groaned with a smile.

  Before I had a chance to ask her what she meant, she wrapped her body around me and flew us messily from the pentagram, outside of the edge of its circle. It glowed impossibly white with a bright, blinding light for a single second, filling the entire room, before returning to normal, along with the torches that surrounded the room.

  ‘What the hell was that?’ I asked my succubus breathlessly, turning to her as she laid by my side, the pair of us still naked. ‘I thought we were summoning a demon.’

  She looked up towards the pentagram, smiling.

  ‘We did.’

  I followed her line of sight, and there she was.

  Crouched in the centre of the pentagram, kneeling on her own, was a woman in her early-twenties. Her hair was red and flowing, falling down her back in smooth, elegant waves, leading down to flawlessly pale skin. It was immediately obvious that she was completely naked, looking entirely defenceless.

  She whimpered painfully, as if she was on the verge of breaking into tears if she wasn’t already.

  Brianna and I stood, observing the girl from outside of the pentagram’s edge. I was so captivated with sympathy by the sight of her that it took me a few moments to realise that I was still completely naked myself.

  As my succubus cast her hands over her body, returning her lingerie to her curves, I grabbed my underwear and my jeans and pulled them on awkwardly, still watching the girl.

  ‘Time to speak,’ Brianna said casually. ‘You’re on Earth, and we need your help.’

  The girl turned her head, looking over at us worriedly before standing slowly before us, revealing her slim, tall, naked form. She looked like a high-class catwalk model who had just stepped off an LA shoot and was in between getting changed, despite the hurt, terrified look on her face.

  ‘Please…’ The girl said. ‘You need to help me… I’m lost… I don’t know where I am.’

  ‘I just told you where you are, asshole,’ Brianna replied mercilessly. ‘You’re on Earth. I’m not repeating myself again.’

  ‘This isn’t right,’ I said, looking between the girl and Brianna. ‘There’s something seriously off about this…’

  ‘Damn right.’

  ‘Did you just summon her from a sorority bedroom or something? She looks totally helpless. We need to get her a blanket or something.’

  ‘Men,’ Brianna said, rolling her eyes. ‘Always thinking about sex, even after they’ve just finished inside of a woman. You need to clear your mind, Tom. The Japanese have a word for that. Kenjataimu. It refers to the clear thoughts that a man experiences after he has unloaded himself of his sexual energy. Clearly you’ve got more than your fair share brewing inside of you…’

  ‘No, I’m just not an insensitive asshole. We need to help her!’

  ‘Fine. Just do one thing for me before you do.’

  ‘Sure.’

  ‘Throw this at her.’

  With a wave of her wand she summoned a bottle over to us, the small vial landing in my hand. I uncapped it and sniffed the mixture.

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘Just a potion.’

  ‘And I don’t trust you.’

  ‘Fine – it’s holy water.’

  I examined the bottle, sniffing and finding it odourless. Holy water, maybe… But there were plenty of chemicals that had no odour at all and were immensely harmful.

  But we were down here for a reason, and my mind should have been clear, but a pretty girl was involved, and my male instincts to help her were kicking in.

  Fuck it.

  I jerked the vial in her direction, only a few drops of the liquid actually hitting the girl.

  But they were more than enough.

  A sudden explosion of steam flew from the woman’s body, and her skin quickly flooded with a deep, blood red color.

  She cradled her head in her hands, letting out a scream that sent me dropping the vial to the ground just t
o clasp my hands over my ears. It rolled off into a dark corner, but I didn’t care – that brutal sound overwhelmed all of my senses.

  And then she turned, her pretty face looking in our direction – but there was no beautiful catwalk model any more.

  An animalistic face, distorted and howling, with slit eyes and a large gaping mouth gnashing with sharpened teeth now greeted us. It’s female body remained, but it’s head had become this disgusting, horrific deviation of life, only adding to the terror of the image.

  The creature dashed towards us, I taking an instinctive step back, but it was quickly halted in its tracks as it smashed into an invisible wall at the edge of the pentagram’s outer circle. The spot where it had struck glowed for a moment before vanishing into thin air.

  The creature stumbled back, falling to the ground and moaning before pushing itself up again. It’s face returned to that of a woman, but its body remained a fiery red color, one much darker than that that Brianna bore.

  No, this wasn’t a creature… This was a demon, held captive by the pentagram painted upon the workshop floor.

  Brianna had been right the entire time.

  It surveyed us for a moment, examining us both before a large, unnatural grin adorned its face.

  ‘Mmm…’ It moaned, speaking in a tone both husky and dangerously feminine, ‘One of my own kind… I wonder how you would fair were you on the other side of this barrier that unfortunately separates us, half-breed…’ She dragged her gaze over to me. ‘And you…’ She sniffed deeply, closing her eyes and tilting her head lightly from side to side as she drew in the scent of me. ‘A warlock in training. How’s that working out for you?’

  ‘Pretty decently,’ I said, feeling the fear fall away, even if I was speaking with a demon. I had been through enough shit over the past few days that I was finally facing up to these dangerous, hidden realities. ‘You, on the other hand…’ I continued with a smile. ‘Well, you looked a little rough back there. Wouldn’t you say so, Brianna?’

  ‘Definitely, Tom,’ my succubus smiled, immediately taking on the role of good-cop bad-cop, ‘Kind of like a dog. A dog with rabies.’