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Andy Summons a Sex Slave

The Accidental Warlock and the Succubus #1

On Halloween Andy Higgins sat, as he did most nights, in front of his computer, considering the options among the dozen browser tabs open.

There was the usual: PornHub, XHamster, Motherless. Plus the hentai sites, of course, and Reddit. And the Twitter account of his favourite OnlyFans model.

He’d already jerked off once to several videos, as it was Saturday, and he had nowhere to be. And no one to take care of him when he was horny, unless you counted Rosey Palmer and her five sisters. Not since Kaila dumped him a few months before. Something about not living up to the porn.

He wasn’t in the mood to spank the monkey again, although most days he did at least twice, more on weekends. He was horny, sure — horny was the background music of his being — but mostly bored. His computer, his Xbox, his manga collection just weren’t doing it for him.

He was scrolling the OnlyFans model’s Twitter feed absentmindedly, thinking about maybe nuking a pizza pop, when a picture of a naked woman in a witch’s hat caught his eye. And then he saw the text of the Tweet:

Get yourself a sex slave tonight! Some guy in England found an old spellbook and swears it works! Click the link for the spell!

Odd, Vixie didn’t usually post occult stuff. Usually, she sat up against the headboard of her bed, moaning loudly as she stuffed dildos and plugs in her pussy and ass for the camera. Andy liked that she used big monster cocks, the ones with the tubes connected to a big syringe full of cum lube. Vixie always made a huge mess, and her videos were worth every penny he paid to subscribe.

Bored and starting to get hard thinking about Vixie, he clicked the link.

The website design was Geocities-level shit from 2005, but the instructions were clear enough:

Draw a pentagram on your floor. Chalk works, but blood is preferred. Set a red candle at each point of the star. In a bowl in the centre, burn honey, animal blood, vervain, bone, hair, and willow bark. Chant apparere, amator aeternus at each point of the star, and then put one drop of your own blood into the bowl.

Then, the website promised, an out of this fucking world sex slave hottie would appear.

Andy snorted, but he decided to try it anyway. He could take a snap of his setup and send it to Vixie. She’d be impressed, maybe impressed enough to give him a month free, or if he really allowed himself to dream, a custom video. He’d want her to put a monster cock in her pussy and ass, and moan his name as she squirted the cum lube in her.

He shook himself out of his reverie, found his pants and a knife, and headed out into the night. He ignored the trick-or-treaters as he walked first to the drugstore, picking up the candles, chalk, and a bottle of supplements. At the grocery store, he grabbed the honey and the bloodiest, largest cut of meat he could find. On the way home, he stopped at what he was pretty sure was a willow tree, and shaved off some bark.

Once back home, he pushed clothes and junk into a corner of the living room, and drew his pentagram on the floor. He was a decent enough artist, and it ended up looking just like the drawing he googled. He lit the candles, and went to that bathroom to shave. He put the whiskers and bark in the bowl, and grabbed the supplement bottle.

Riley Organix Valerian Root, the label read, with a picture of a what looked like thistle to Andy.

That didn’t seem right. He went back to the computer to check the spell ingredients again. Vervain, not valerian.

Fuck it, he thought. Vixie won’t know the difference. He poured in a few capsules, set the bark in the bowl alight, and added the specified amounts of honey and blood around the edges.

He set the smoldering bowl in the centre of the pentagram, and grabbed his phone to take the picture. A thought occurred to him: wouldn’t Vixie be that more impressed if he shot a video of himself doing the whole ritual?

Andy thought she would.

He hit record and rested the phone against a bookcase shelf. He wrote out the Latin phrase on a scrap of paper, and started at the point of the star farthest to one side of the frame.

“Apparere, amator aeternu,” he said, trying to make his voice deep and sexy for Vixie. He repeated the phrase at the other four points, then using his steak knife, pricked himself in the pad of his index finger, holding it over the bowl.

“Abracadabra!” he shouted, and looked up to wink up at the phone.

Then his floor was on fire.

He jumped out of the star and stared. The chalk had ignited, creating a pentagram-shaped inferno on the floor.

“Holy fuck!” he shouted, and started toward the kitchen for water.

Before he had taken a step, the flames blew out as quickly as they had appeared, filling the room with smoke.

Andy forgot the water and went to the window instead, throwing it open to the bracing October air.

He went to his bedroom to open the window there too, wondering how in the hell he was going to explain this to his landlord.

Yeah, you see, I did a sex slave spell with blood and chalk and honey, and then a spark must have caught the chalk on fire, and-

Well, that was stupid. Chalk wasn’t flammable.

When he came back to the living room, lamenting his damage deposit, there was a woman there.

A naked woman. On her knees in the centre of the star, the bowl between her thighs.

Holy fuck it actually worked! Andy thought, his dick stiffening even as his brain tried to process the impossibility of it.

Well, spontaneous chalk combustion isn’t possible either, he thought.

And then he stopped thinking, because she stood up, and she was beautiful.

And she had a tail.

Andy was an inclusive enthusiast when it came to women: boobs, hair, lips, butt, thighs, ankles, he appreciated all of it. But he took none of that in; he was fixated on her tail.

The tail was the colour of venous blood, and ended in a triangular leaf-shaped point that looked sharp as a razor blade. It seemed to originate from her lower back.

He was still staring when she spoke, her voice low and husky.

“Thank you, sir for summoning me.”

Andy dragged his eyes to hers, and saw the irises were the color of arterial blood. And he saw, just barely poking through her black hair, the tips of two short horns, the same colour as her tail, just past her hairline.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“Jesus,” she repeated in her smoky voice. “I am eternally indebted to you for freeing me from my imprisonment in the Underworld. I am Kasdeya.”

“No, I’m, I’m Andy,” he sputtered. His dick had softened, and his heart pounded out a military tattoo. She was terrifying to look at. “You’re…you’re totally welcome.”

She fixed him with her red gaze.

“What year is it?”

“It’s uh, it’s 2022,” he said, hating the quaver in his voice and powerless to stop it. Her eyes widened.

“I have not fed in nearly 150 years,” she said. “I hunger.”

“I’ve got some pizza pops, and uh, some Pepsi,” he said. His knees felt like they might give up supporting him any minute.

“I do not know those words, and in any event, I do not eat the food of men,” she said. Her gaze had not shifted. “I am succubare, I consume their essence.”

She stepped forward.

Andy stepped back, toward the apartment door, without even realizing he had done it. His heart beat even faster and a cold spike of terror pierced his chest.

“As you have freed me, I am now bound with you, Andy. Yours will be my primary essence.”

“My essence? Are you going to eat me?” he whimpered.

She stopped and tilted her head, as if he were the rat a mouser considered before pouncing on it.

“Eat you? No. Have men forgotten about my kind? Do you not still pass down the lore?”

“Eh, no, we thought demons and angels weren’t real,” Andy managed.

“I know nothing of angels,” she said, advancing again. Andy matched her steps.

“But succubare and other demons are quite real. It is rare that we leave the Underworld, but once we do, we must feed regularly, or die. Your lore says we embrace men in their sleep, stealing their essence. But that is like a crust of bread, the essence of unaware men. To take the essence of man in the throes of passion, Andy, that is a feast.”

He felt the doorknob against his ass, and she closed the distance, until she placed one hand, with long black nails against his cheek.

“And I intend to feast.”

A tingle went through him at her touch, travelling from his cheek directly to his cock, which quickly hardened despite the terror-spike in his chest.

“What…what do you mean by essence?” he croaked, consumed by the ice in his torso and the heat in his cock. “Like my, my soul?”

“No,” she said, tracing a nail down his jaw. “A myth. Nor do we kill unless we have to, though some men have had their hearts stop while we are entangled.

“No,” she repeated, her nail now tracing down between his nipples, across his belly button, and finally stopping at the head of his cock. “We — I — require your seed to survive.”

Andy Higgins all of a sudden was no longer afraid. And no longer soft.

“You need me to fuck you.”

“Such a crude word,” she said, her eyes narrowing. But she squeezed his cock through his pants. “But yes, I feed by absorbing your male discharge. I have been starving since I was taken from London in 1888, and caged in the Underworld. I must have it!”

She released his cock and used her nails to shred his shirt down the middle so it fell off him. She didn’t bother trying to figure out the button and zipper on his pants, but ripped those the same way and tossed the halves aside.

She slunk to her knees and sighed. There was a drop of pre-cum on his cock, and she licked her lips before licking it off.

She sighed again, and as quickly as she had ripped his clothes from him, she had him in her mouth. It was hot and wet, and Andy didn’t stand a chance.

It took only a minute of her bobbing on his cock to make him explode. She dug her nails — her claws, really — into his ass as he shot his load directly down her throat.

“Oh shit!” Andy cried.

She released him then, and her red eyes rolled back in gratification and relief as she swallowed her first essence in a nearly a century and a half.

Andy was mortified.

“It’s usually not that fast,” he said. “It’s been a while for me, and -”

“More,” Kasdeya said, her voice a growl.

“I’m gonna need a few minutes,” Andy said. “I’m not a porn star.”

“What is a porn star?”

“People who fuck on camera, usually they can go for a long time, and…never mind.”

He was hard again, before he could explain to her what a camera was.

“What the fuck…?”

“My kind produces a secretion from our mouths and love cleft to encourage stiffening,” she said. “It allows us to feed more efficiently from a single man.”

Andy went from embarrassed to eager instantly.

“What is the delay?” she asked. “I absorb seed far faster in my cleft. Mount me!”

She lay back on the floor and spread her legs, revealing her cunt, already glistening. Andy had an idea that like her mouth, her cunt was always wet and hot, all the better to drain the cum from her victims.

He didn’t feel like a victim as he knelt and lined up his cock at her entrance, her lips soft and wet as he slid past them. He groaned as he started to slide in; she was incredibly tight, as well as hot and soaking wet.

He wasn’t going to last long in this hole either, he thought.

But he did his best, counting backwards from 100, trying to name the states as he thrust into her, the walls of her cunt squeezing him on every stroke.

“Holy fuck!” he cried out. “Holy shit! Your pussy is squeezing me!”

“Fill me!” she whispered. “Fill me with your cock and your seed!” She gripped his back.

He lasted a few minutes, until it was all too much: the squelching sounds, the silky, wet pulsing on his cock, her nails digging into his skin.

He exploded in her with a yell and grunted as he shot what felt like gallons of cum in her.

He pulled out then, and decided he should get a few questions in before he was hard again. He had an idea she could fuck in all the crazy positions he’d seen in porn, and he further supposed her ass was every bit as tight –tighter even — than her cunt.

Oh, the fun he was going to have.

Kasdeya’s face and chest were red as she sat up to face him, but she didn’t seem as exerted as he was. Made sense, he figured; she needed to fuck a lot to survive. Eventually it would have become as boring for her as chewing and swallowing was for humans.

But he didn’t mind. He had himself a real life sex demon, and she was his-

“Slave?’ he asked. “So the spell worked? You’re my sex slave?”

Her eyes bored into him. The point of her tail came around her hip, the flat of it caressing his cheek.

“No, Andy. You are mine. We are bound, which means you will henceforth only desire me, and I cannot allow any harm to come to you. As a result, I will need to seek sustenance from other men, so as not to ‘fuck’ you to death, as you might put it.”

His cock was hard again and raring to go, but his mind was racing. The damn valerian, he realized. The valerian that was supposed to be vervain had altered the spell.

He shook his head to clear it and looked down at her. Kasdeya was still staring at him. The razor-leaf was no longer against his cheek.

“You will never want for carnal fulfillment,” she said. “But you will need to assist me, as I cannot walk among men with my appearance. You will need to bring them to me.

“And because I must remain hidden from those who would hunt and kill me, we will have to dispose of our victims.”

“Whoah! I’m no murderer!” he yelled, but incredibly, he realized as he said it he would do anything for this demon, the lust she ignited him was so intoxicating. His cock twitched of its own accord.

“I will make the kill, but you must remove the corpses. I cannot be seen — men have never tolerated that which they don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand either,” Andy said. He couldn’t think about all that right now. “I just know I want to fuck you again. Climb on top of me.”

He laid down, and she mounted him, both feet flat on the floor, tail twitching behind her. She used her legs to ride him hard, never giving him a chance to thrust.

Now, Kasdeya began to pant and moan as she rode him, milking his cock for the third time, as though it took her much longer to take pleasure from such a serious business as coaxing cum for survival. He stared at her beautiful breasts with their blood-red nipples and tried to name the starting lineup for the Chicago Cubs.

It was no use. He came again within two minutes, lifting his head off the floor and screaming “Oh yes!”

He had never cum so hard in his life. And three times was a feat for him, even for a usual Saturday with Ms. Palmer and her siblings.

His mind was consumed with the need to cum again.

Kasdeya remained on top of him — they both knew he’d be hard again almost immediately — and dragged her nails across his chest.

“So it’s agreed? I will shelter with you, and you will provide me with my core sustenance? You will lure men so that I may collect their essence, and help me dispose of their corpses?”

Andy Higgins stared into her scarlet eyes, and he saw a red pit, a pit into which he would throw Vixie, his porn, his job, and his memories of Kaila.

He had a new purpose now, and it pleased him. Kasdeya pleased him.

He nodded.

Then he started to thrust.

Read more about Kasdeya, wand how she came to be trapped in the underworld here:

Thank you for reading. This story was written for the Wicked Witches prompt, suggested by Jordan Riley.

You can read witch stories by Jordan, Posy Churchgate, Simone Francis, and Sean Geist here: Wicked Witches.

If you liked this story, you may like my other erotica, which you can find here.