The encounter with the Tar'oth had been a tussle but Aaralon had come out on top.
He was a little tired and did have class the next morning however the night was still young and he still had plenty of energy left.
Perhaps it he still had time tonight to continue his experiements?
He turned to one of the pages in the back of the book. There was a picture of the succubae. She was devastatingly beautiful. The book listed a spell to make the demoness a slave. The one condition was that she must have one soul a night to survive. Each victim she took would become a mindless slave. A bit noticeable but if he only summoned her for one or two nights then he could contain her slaves who would simply disappear with her when she was banished again. There was also a talisman to make to keep the summoner from becoming one of her victims. He could have his brains fucked out and still be in control.
Aaralon mixed the herbs and again dripped his own blood among them. He added a crystal to a pouch to hang around his neck and then dumped in the herb mix. He put on the talisman then set about drawing his circle of protection on the floor to begin the summoning. It actually took longer to set up then it did to recite the incantation.
"Tregus Florum Virginis, Succubae APPARIS!" Aaralon chanted and then tossed the last potion element into the brazier. It caught fire and smoke filled the small tower room. A silhouetted image slowly appeared amid the saphron smoke, settling into the well crafted form of a succubae. The smoke dissipated quickly leaving only Aaralon standing naked but for his talisman and the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon.
She stood only a few inches shorter than Aaralon. Her hair was a pale silvery blonde framing a delicately boned face. She looked up at Aaralon and he gasped in surprise at her eyes. They were black, no iris, no pupil, simply solid black as though she had no eyes. Yet, he knew she did.
Her creamy skin continued unblemished to her shoulders where they were wrapped in a second skin-like transparent fabric. Her breasts were large and full and they seemed to float with only her nipples pressing against the fabric.
He felt his cock stir and rise as he followed the flat of her stomach to her hips. Like all succubae she had no belly button, being a creature that was made of magic not born. Lower still at the peak of her firm shapely thighs was her pussy. Her clitoris stood out in fleshy pink between the lips of her pussy. He swore he could smell her scent, a sweet mixed of musk and berry and unconsciously he licked his lips eager for a taste of that hairless cunt.
"Hello Master." She finally spoke in a husky velvety tone. It sent a shiver down Aaralon's spine. Now that he had her here and everything had worked with the spell, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do first. |