Being Familiar (Thymoit and Semi)

Ever since he was a child, Max has been fascinated by magic, both stage magic and the occult since a young age. He even made it into his career running a store, Maximum Magic, that sold both stage magic props and occult books. He never really believed it was real. He'd tried some of the rituals, just in the spirit of experimentation, but he never expected them to work. It was just fascinating. Max was excited when he acquired an ancient occult tome that purported to hold the secrets of 'true' magic, not that he believed it. Still it was interesting. What interested him most was it had a different take on the familiar.

Witch familiars were generally regarded as being demons in cat (or other animal) form. They fed off the blood of the user to survive and acted as their master's eyes and ears. This book claimed that the familiar wasn't a demon at all, but a bound and transformed human. Furthermore, the book claimed that it was the familiar that was the prerequisite for all other magic. The familiar was a conduit and focus for all the magics of a mage. Still, he never would have done the ritual, except that it looked like just the thing for impressing his girlfriend.

He and Jennifer hadn't been dating all that long. She'd been shopping at his shop, they'd flirted and Max asked her out for dinner and dancing. Then it was dinner and movie. Then I'll fix you dinner and have sex. Now they were lovers, still young lovers feeling each other out. Max wasn't ready to move in together or anything, but so far there hadn't been any red flags waving that made him want to ditch her. They got along well enough in bed and out. So Max was playing the wait and see game.

This little ritual looked like just the thing to try with Jennifer. She'd asked about some of the magic books, teased him about thinking it was real. He'd assured her that he knew it wasn't, but some of the rituals were interesting. She'd challenged him on that and he'd dared her back into trying one with him.

Which is how he ended up ispending a Friday night in the back room of his shop chanting Latin in heavy robes while Jennifer was splayed naked in the middle of a pentagram surrounded by candles. She looked quite lovely naked in the middle of the design, her red hair flared around her head like a flame. She looked very much like a witch. Of course, he considered this mostly foreplay for an evening of sex. Especially with the way the ritual concludes, but he does it right, all the incenses, all the chants, he even had the cat hairs which he sprinkled all over her body.

Naturally Jennifer was skeptical, but she played along, repeating the words he told her to with a straight face... well, mostly a straight face. As the ritual continued he felt a little odd, a bit drunk or high. Strange, there were no drugs in the incense. There was also a strange charged feeling in the air, like before a thunderstorm. However, mostly he ignored that. Less easy to ignore, he had the hard-on of all hard-ons. Although Max didn't think that was suspicious. He was just greatly looking forward to how the ritual ends.

"Now we come to the 'climax' of the ritual. To complete the ritual you must partake of my bodily fluids - my semen."

He grins at that. He knew it was coming and Jennifer hasn't ever been shy about oral sex. He is still looking forward to. Even more than usual. His balls are achingly hard and full for some reason.

The occult did not hold such a dread fascination with Jennifer. While she certainly was aware of the culture, and intrigued by its lore and imagery, in the back of her mind any 'serious' exploration of the occult was automatically dismissed as a fantasy...mumbo jumbo and parlor tricks.

She had originally found herself at Maximum Magic in a fit of fancy, perusing their selection of items as a novelty distraction. Jennifer recalled a week or two ago how she had struck up a conversation with Max. For as little interest as she may have shown into his hobby - or obsession, if you prefer - she was more than willing to show a bit of interest in him. Jennifer thought he was cute, in a bookish, intellectual way. He had made her laugh that first day, with his quips and humble self-effacing manner. Leaving the shop, she vowed to come back to see him again.

Which is how he eventually came to asking her out. Such a gentleman! Jennifer couldn't recall the last time she had actually enjoyed a man's company...she was generally a very sexual person. Max was just so gentle and easygoing, she found it easy just to snuggle innocently with him....at first.

It was her own doing that led them into bed together. While not being the sort of girl who sleeps with anything on two legs, Jennifer proved herself to be VERY adept between the sheets. She surprised Max earl on with her willingness to engage in certain acts with her lips and her breasts, and how open she was to experimentation and playing. Which is where the escalation began.

Now from the floor, in the middle of that circle of candles with the dried lines of a star beneath her, Jennifer couldn't help but grin. So what if it never worked...the people who had come up with this stuff were deliciously kinky! Jennifer had never really felt so sexy before, it was true...like she was this offering of sensual need for whatever ritual this was. It felt like such a fantastic game.

Jennifer's hair shimmered silkily as she lifted her head a little. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as Max told her about the climax. "...does this mean I can cum to you....or are you going to cum over to me...?" the innuendo was thick in her voice, and she licked her lips playfully.

Max smiles at Jennifer's innuendo. He is more than half-way fallen for her and a great deal of that has to do with her sexuality. He has had other lovers, but none of them matched Jennifer's sensual nature. She looks even more beautiful than usual tonight and there is a hunger to a gaze that tells him his aching balls will soon have a pleasureable release.

"Oh, I'll cum to you. You stay in the pentagram."

He steps into the pentagram. Still playing the role of a magician he is careful not to smudge any lines. The almost seem to creep along the floor in the flickering candlelight. He pulls his robe off over his head tossing it away. He is naked underneath and his cock stands proudly erect ready for Jennifer's lips and mouth to complete the ritual. He steps on into the middle of the design, straddling her body. He chants a little bit of Latin.

"Loosely translated that means 'Kneal and drink of my fluid of life and power.'"

If Max wasn't so horny he could he might notice the way the candles have all flared up, but he only has eyes for Jennifer now.

Jennifer giggled, in spite of herself. She felt really strange, doing this crazy ritual with him...but in truth, the sense of the taboo made her feel incredibly horny....that, and the sight of Max's naked cock. He was of a perfect size for her hand as she reached up to grip that shaft.

"Mmmm!" Her lips smacked a little as she shifted, swinging around on her hips to kneel before him. A bit of the pentagram was smudged on her skin...not that she cared much. She teased him so, gently kissing the bulbous tip. Jennifer's tongue liked to explore, teasing little licks given to the underside of that shaft, and the sensitive ring just behind that helmet.

God, she never felt so horny before! Sweat glistened on her skin as the flames seemed to grow hotter.

Max is so ready his cock is leaking precum. Jennifer's grabs his cock and brings her lips to the tip. The kiss is so gentle, but the touch of her mouth on his cock feels electric. Her warm wet tongue begins sliding around. She is so good at this. The best he has ever had. She starts slow, teasing him and it has him shuddering.

"Oh, Jennifer!"

Normally he would be welcome the slow build up. Jennifer doesn't rush blowjobs just trying to get them over, but tonight he wants her to go faster.

"Oh, baby I'm so ready tonight. Faster."

He moves his hands to her head, fingers sliding through her hair. He wants to grab her head and just ram his cock down her throat, but he restrains himself. He only presses her head a little bit, urging her onward. He hasn't felt like this since he was a virgin.

Jennifer couldn't explain this feeling now...sure, she was no stranger to giving a nice cock a suckle. Sure, she had certainly done it to Max often enough....but for some reason, everything seemed so much more...INTENSE!

Jennifer moaned out loud around the shaft of her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. Every little suckle, every stroke of her tongue, and it felt like someone was doing the same to her pussy! Before even the first dribbles of precum began to ooze from Max's cock, Jennifer was already so very wet! Droplets were even starting to drip onto the floor beneath her, she was so horny!

She couldn't take her time with this. Max's insistence seemed to infect her too. Immediately she began to take him into her mouth in full. Soft gasps and gagging sounds escaped her skilled throat, that pretty head of hers bobbing forcefully over the length of Max's cock. Already, she was deepthroating him...she wanted it as much as he did!

Kneeling there, Jennifer's fingers found themselves in various places on her body. Her left hand kneaded and squeezed one of her breasts, even to tweaking her nipples to enhance the sensation. Her right dove between her thighs, hoping to soothe some of this burning need of hers. By Lord, she was so wet!