Lechomancer (6 page)

On the living room couch, Lisa faced Erostopholes as she rode him.  He was in his human form, a handsome young man with dark hair and bright blue eyes, and he smiled a coy half smile as he thrust his thick cock up into her.  She half grunted, half giggled with pleasure as he drove up into her.  Her legs were spread wide, with the inside of her knees pressed against the sofa.  Her toes curled with ecstasy.  As he pushed deep into her, his strong hand pulled her by the small of the back, pressing her torso against his well-defined abs, pressing her breasts to his chest.  He guided her up and down his length, his breathing starting to become ragged.   He stared hungrily into her eyes, and she felt herself on the edge of cumming.

“Wait,” He said firmly.

“I … can’t,” Lisa pleaded.  He tilted her head.  “Please … Master,” she said, unable to get more than a word out between thrusts, his warm penis pushing deep into her.  “Let … me … cum.”

He nipped at her lip, and she moaned.  Then he wrapped both hands around her hips, pushed even deeper inside her, and exploded.  As his came inside her, Lisa couldn’t hold back, and cried out with joy, her back arching, her toes curling tighter.  She came for what seemed like forever, and then felt like she collapsed.  She rested her elbows on the demon’s shoulders, and pressed her forehead against his.  As usual, he stayed stiff inside of her even after he finished.  Exhausted, she still found herself rolling her hips, pressing her clit against him, enjoying the feel of him inside her.

“The cheque came,” she purred.  “Mike did it.  Will I really get a twenty grand check from that company every month?”

“Yes,” he smiled up at her.

“And I don’t have to fuck him again?”

“Only if you want to,” he said.  “But you are mine, first and foremost,” he stated, pushing his hips up into her.  She laughed with pleasure.

“So, when I can I try the showy magic?”

Erostopholes lifted her off him, and as his cock slide out of her, she felt herself let out a sigh of disappointment.  He walked to he headed up the narrow stairs, to her bedroom on the second floor.  She waited for a moment, and then realized he wasn’t coming back, so she followed.

He was sitting on her bed, and he had a dark, lacquered wooden box, the size of a briefcase, on his lap.  It had a little carrying handle, and two bronze clasps.  He nodded to it, and Lisa knelt before him.  She undid each clasp and reverently opened the box.

Inside, in fitted indents in the box, were a variety of sex toys.  There was a string of anal beads, and a short shaft of increasingly larger beads, several butt plugs, and a few different dildos and vibrators.  She selected one of the plugs an examined it.  While she didn’t have much experience with sex toys, especially those designed for ass play, there didn’t seem to be anything exceptionally otherworldly about this little rubber bit.  The only odd thing was that, at the base, the part that would stick out even when fully inserted into someone’s anus, there was a little blue stick drawing of a classic demon tail.

“These don’t look that special, Master,” she said cautiously, not wanting to upset him.

“To see one work, you would need to put it into someone.”

Lisa watched him carefully, and then placed the tip of the rubber plug to her asshole. 

He laughed slightly and shook his head.  “Two things.  First of all, you need to lubricate something like that first, pet.  Secondly, it won’t work on you.”

“Huh?” she said, placing it back into the box.

“The Rite of Devotion has left you immune to the basic spell on a Demon Tail.  You need to fuck someone else with that.”

“Oh.  Who?”

“Whomever you wish,” he smiled.  Then he closed the case, and set it aside, and guided her lips towards his erect cock.

Lisa was an hour late for work the next morning, having stayed up far too late fucking her demon.  Josh, her boss, never really seemed to care what she did, especially on days when she wore the black skirt and tight purple shirt she put on that Friday.  She went into the office all the librarians shared, and mentioned how she would love a pumpkin spice latte.  Ten minutes later, he returned from his coffee run, and didn’t mention anything about how she was shopping on her computer when he placed it on her desk.

In the afternoon, she found herself shopping through the college students cramming for midterms in the library.  While she wasn’t sure, exactly, what the Incubi Prince’s Demon Tails would do, she knew it would be related to sex, and so she wanted to find someone attractive to try one out on.  Throughout the day, she watched the college students who went through the library.  Several candidates made her smile, as she thought of taking them to her bed, but she was a little surprised herself when it was a young woman she decided on.

Her choice was tall and voluptuous, with long black hair that fell halfway down her back, with Betty Paige bangs in the front.  One eyebrow was pierced, and there was a stud in her nose, and a ring on the right side of her lower lip.  She wore a deep cut tight white tee shirt, and a studded belt on her tight jeans.  She had a portfolio, like so many of the art students, a big black bag that rested lazily over one of her shoulders.   Lisa saw her walk in, and when the girl came up to the front desk to check out a couple of books, Lisa was there to help her.

“Ashlynn?” Lisa read her college issue card and smiled at the girl.  “That’s not a name we see all the time.”

“No?” the girl said disinterestedly.  Lisa shrugged, scanned the books the girl was checking out, and handed them to her.  Ashlynn tapped a long fingernail on the counter, and took the books and the card as soon as Lisa returned them, and headed out.  Lisa leaned forward on the counter, and watched Ashlynn’s round rear as she left. 

Josh watched Lisa check out the college girl slack jawed, and said nothing when Lisa went back into the shared office without helping the rest of the line at the front desk.

At her desk, Lisa hurried to her purse and pulled out the Book, The Incubi Prince.  She flipped through it, and found the section labeled Sublimation.  According to what Erostopholes had told her, this was the term for a trick he had used, to allow her to completely fulfill Mike’s fantasy, in order to force him to promise her the fortune she had begun to receive each month. The explanation in the Book stated she needed either the true name, or a piece of the target, such as a lock of hair, and then she needed to focus on the target, inhale, focus on them, and exhale with intent.  On her desktop computer, she pulled her log, and got the girl’s full name from the system, Ashlynn Jennifer Carter.  She smiled to herself.

She took a deep breath, and thought of the girl, those big, full breasts, pressing braless against the thin fabric of the white tee shirt, the disinterested twist of her dark lips, the bored tapping of her long, square tipped fingernails on the counter.  “Ashlynn Jennifer Carter,” Lisa sighed and exhaled.  When her lungs emptied, Lisa felt a bit dazed, and distracted, like she wasn’t quite in her own thoughts.  She didn’t really feel like doing anything, so she launched solitaire and played on her computer until the library closed.

“You’re here later than usual,” Josh said as he came into the office where she was still playing on the computer, after he finished turning off all the lights.

“Yes,” she answered without listening, and stood up and left.

It was a warm night for October, and though she usually headed straight home, she found herself wandering the neighborhood, full of small stores and student housing.  She walked for about twenty minutes, and she found herself in front of a tiny strip mall.  Standing in front of the little laundry matt was Ashlynn, who was wearing a maroon faux leather jacket over the clothes she had been in earlier, trying to affect the same disinterest she had shown so genuinely in the library earlier.  When she saw Lisa walking up.

“Hey, you’re the girl from the library,” Ashlynn called out.

“Sure,” Lisa found herself saying, rather disinterested.

“Maybe you could help me.”

Lisa stared at Ashlynn until she continued.

“Would you, um, would you be able to buy me a six pack of coolers?”  Ashlynn looked at Lisa a little pleadingly.  “I’m supposed to go with some friends to a party.  I’m, I’m only eighteen.”

Lisa looked at the cramped liquor store two doors down from the laundry mat.  She looked back at the eighteen year old.

Ashlynn reached into her back pocket and pulled out a carefully folded twenty dollar bill.  “I don’t need the change or anything.  You’d really be helping me out.”

“Keep that,” Lisa glared at the twenty.  She walked past the girl and into the liquor store.  Instead of going to the cold room in the back, she headed to one of the wine racks, and picked out a couple of bottles of pinot noir.  She paid for them and headed back outside.  Ashlynn was watching Lisa expectantly when she returned.  “Come with me,” Lisa said, not slowing.

Ashlynn followed.  “Did you get it?” she asked.  Lisa didn’t answer.  A half a block later, Ashlynn said “If you can’t help me, that’s cool, I’ll just …” Lisa glanced over her shoulder, and Ashlynn stopped talking, and speed up a few steps to walk beside the shorter woman.  “Where are we going?”

“Do you always talk this much?” Lisa asked.  The younger woman looked hurt, and Lisa waited a moment, and then flashed a quick, short smile.

“No,” Ashlynn laughed softly.  “You were just making me kind of nervous.”

“I like you nervous,” Lisa answered.

Ashlynn laughed again, and they continued on to Lisa’s townhouse in silence.  Inside, Lisa led Ashlynn to the living room, and motioned to the couch as she set the bag from the liquor store down on the coffee table.  She headed into the kitchen, and came back with a corkscrew and a couple of wine glasses.  Ashlynn had pulled the wine out of the bag and looked disappointed.

“You didn’t get any coolers.”

Lisa motioned for Ashlynn to hand her one of the bottles.  As she opened it she said, “Don’t drink coolers.  If your friends want you to drink coolers with them, find better friends.”  Somewhere in the daze, Lisa found herself amazed with the grace she displayed when she pulled the cork free.  Normally, she struggled to get them out.  Now, she poured to glasses and handed one to Ashlynn.  “Also, don’t drink out of those plastic red cups.” 

Ashlynn was sitting on the couch, and Lisa walked around the coffee table and sat down beside her.  In the back of her mind, she felt ridiculous as she swirled the wine in the cup, sniffed at it, and then tasted it carefully, all in exaggerated motions, but the sublimation made it all feel necessary.  She watched Ashlynn copy her.

“There, isn’t that better?” she asked when Ashlynn swallowed the wine.

Ashlynn shrugged.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Lisa said, “But one worth developing.”  She sat there for a while, and finished a glass of pinot, and poured them each another.

When she finished the second glass, Lisa placed it on the coffee table, and turned to face Ashlynn.  The younger woman looked at her, and Lisa placed her hand on Ashlynn’s check.  Ashlynn half melted against it.  Her warm breath tickled Lisa’s palm.  “Do you … do you do this often?”

Lisa shook her head.  “You’re special.  There’s something about you.”

“Me?” Ashlynn asked, her eyes wide as she looked at Lisa.

“You.  I see so many of the people from that college, pretending to be so smart, so sophisticated and together, but it’s all lies.  You may still be figuring it out, but I can tell you will be someone great.”

“Really?”

“You’re special,” Lisa said, leaning in closer.  “You are obviously smart, and creative, and unique, and I have to have you.”

“I’ve never, I mean, with another woman, before,” Ashlynn said, looking down.

“It’s okay,” Lisa said.  “I’ll show you.” She kissed Ashlynn, and the younger woman kissed her back.  Then Lisa pulled back, and Ashlynn, her eyes still closed, searched for her.  With the hand on her cheek, Lisa kept her seeking lips from coming further forward to meet hers.  “I want you in my room,” Lisa ordered.  Ashlynn nodded, and Lisa kissed her again, and there was something almost desperate in that kiss.  Lisa got up off the couch, and offered Ashlynn a hand.  Lisa led Ashlynn up the twisting stairs in the centre of the townhouse, to the top floor.

In her bedroom, there was a circle of candles around the bed.  The case, with the Demon Tails, sat on the nightstand.  Through the daze of the Sublimation, Lisa felt a jolt of excitement rush through her.  She gave no outward indication, and let Ashlynn’s hand slip from her fingers as she sat on the bed.  “Strip,” she ordered.

Ashlynn grinned mischievously, and crossed her arms across her stomach, slowly pulling the white tee shirt over her head, shaking her long black hair as it came free.  The nipples on her large round breasts were pierced by little silver barbells.  She had the gentlest bump of a tummy, and Lisa bit her inner lip, astonished at how attractive she found it.  Ashlynn’s clever fingers undid the buckle of her belt, and carefully undid the buttons, and slipped free of her jeans, revealing a black lace thong.  She looked at Lisa, who nodded, and then slipped clear of that too, and walked towards the bed.

She sat beside Lisa, who kissed her, still fully clothed, a hand on the back of Ashlynn’s neck and another tracing up and down her arm.  The girl was putty in her hands, and responded to Lisa’s every touch and whim.  Lisa’s fingers traced down Ashlynn’s back, up and down her side, and after a long moment, she knotted her fingers gently into Ashlynn’s long, dark hair, and pulled back.  Both women were panting for air.