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A Slight Mistake With Summoning ((Vivid and Yuu))

Vivid Fizz

Vivid Fizz

Supernova
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Oct 17, 2009
Everything was set out. Candles of various sizes were set in a circle around the room. They were the only light and cast everything in a warm, soft glow. The scent of incense filled the air, myrrh as it was most relaxing to the young woman. A large book was set before her, its old pages open to a certain incantation.

In the middle of the candlelit room was Vivian Devan. The skirt of her nightgown was sprawled out beneath her and her eyes strained to read the writing. The handwriting there was poor having been scrawled in a hurry. In the dull lighting it was nearly impossible to make it out. The beautiful blonde cursed beneath her breath. How was she ever to get a familiar this way? A frown pressed on her lips but she continued on. The truth of the matter was that she was desperately lonely. Her parents had restricted her to the house, afraid of what the outside world would think of their daughter, and she had no friends.

She began to chant. It was a language that she wasn’t sure of. Her great grandmother had written the spell and she did it in a tongue that was very phlegm-ish, with many words having to be thrown back into her throat. The girl struggled with the ritual but thought nothing of it. Her eyes were too focused on the page to realize what was happening around her.

A stiff wind had blown out half of the candles, making the room much darker than before. A chill had filled the room, causing goosebumps to rise on her pale skin and her nipples rose against the flimsy material. The smell of brimestone filled the air. There was flutter of a page and she continued. Little did she know that she did not summon a kindly familiar. Instead she opened a pathway to the Ethereal, allowing any sort of being to come through…
 
There was a deep inhuman chuckle followed by the sound of heavy footsteps as the demon crossed the threshold into the human world, his form only barely visible in the dull lighting, standing just over six and a half feet. The figure raised an arm and soon after four thick red fleshy tentacles snapped out of the darkness to ensnare the distracted girl while he calmly stepped into the light "Well now, who would have thought the one to bring me back into this world would be such a delicious looking treat." The demon licked his lips as he brushed his shoulder length raven hair from his face, dressed in black formal attire which, along with his tanned skin allowing him to blend easily into the shadows of the room. The tentacles that had gone after Vivian appeared to be coming from under his sleeve.

He took a moment to admire his prey, if she was still pure it would make this conquest all the sweeter. The demon gave a smug smirk before speaking "Tell me, who are you who would summon the great Magnus?" He asked in a deep and somewhat arrogant sounding voice "The demon whose name causes women to tremble with lust when uttered!"
 
Vivian let out a sharp scream. Large, red vine like straps had wrapped around her arms and legs, spreading her apart in a rather embarrassing manner. What was this?! She tugged at the tentacles but they did not release their grasp upon her! Completely lost she was with trying to get away. There must have been a mistake with the spell! Enchanted vines were not what she wanted at all. She would need to find a spell to dispel this horrid creature. It wasn’t until the demon began to speak that she realized that these vines were in reality connected to a much more frightening creature.

Each word brought dread to her. The witch began to struggle against the vines even harder. This was looking bad, really bad. In her fear she had not thought about saying an incantation to send him back. Even if she could she wouldn’t have been able to. Whatever type of demon he was, he had much more power than she did.

“Let me go!” she demanded. In the world of magic, names were powerful things. She knew his. He did not know hers and she intended to keep it that way. “I did not mean to summon you. The magic knows it. You’ll be sent back soon enough.”

Though she was not sure if that was completely true or not. Magic did have a way of correcting itself, that was true, but she did not know how would it would do it.

“So… yeah!”
 
Magnus chuckled at Vivian's words, quickly retracting his tentacles to pull her in closer and positioning her so that they were at eye level with each other "I think you misunderstand girl. I'm not the kind to leave empty handed." He licked his lips as he brought he face closer to his, never breaking eye contact with the young witch "I've been in need of a new toy for some time now. Hopefully you will take longer to break than my last one. The willing are so much less fun to toy with." Suddenly he lurched forward, pressing his lips forcefully against Vivian's, his tongue trying to force its way into her mouth.

As he kissed his potential new toy another set of tentacles slithered out from under his right sleeve. The squirming appendages lashed out, finding their way under the girl's clothes, two wrapping around Vivian's breasts, while a third slid between her legs, nestling its self between her buttocks and rubbing against her slit with its bumpy skin at the same time "This girl has a lot of potential. Its a shame she's so young an inexperienced." He thought, silently musing in his head what he would do with the girl if his plan to drag her back with him should the spell indeed correct itself worked. Of course, if he didn't get sent back then he could still have his fun with her in the mean time as the first servant in his return to the human world.
 
Vivian recoiled as she was pulled so close. His face was right up against hers. Every little detail there was seen by her. The lust, amusement, and twisted want was clearly etched there. Fear coiled deep inside of her. He wanted to make her a personal sex toy. It was disgusting! Violet eyes bugged out as he forced his lips on hers. Diligently she fought that large, slimy tongue from coming into her mouth but it made its way in. Every stroke of it wanted to make her gag.

Another set of vines came out and she let out muffled cried. Tightly and painfully they wrapped around her full and round breasts. A third came between her legs and began to rub against her panty clad slit. Another shrill but stifled scream came for her. Shivers went through her as the tentacle move against her most sensitive area and to her horror she could feel herself become wet down there.

She needed to do something. And fast!

Without thinking she bit down without mercy on the tongue invading her mouth without permission and she struggled against the rape vines. If she could distract him perhaps this horrible binds would loosen and she would be able to run for that room and out of that house!
 
Magnus' eyes widened as he felt Vivian suddenly bite down on his tongue, his head suddenly jerking back as he growled, the action only serving to tighten the grip of his tentacles as he clenched his muscles "Fiesfy wun arenf you?" His words were somewhat slurred by his bleeding tongue. His eyes flared briefly as his clothing rapidly melted into his skin, leaving him completely naked before the witch, his tentacles, which were revealed to have originated from his back, able to pull taut against Vivian in order to restrict her struggles. He chuckled, glaring deep into his captive's eyes "Since you like to play so rough, I suppose there is no need for further foreplay is there?"

A perverse grin crossed Magnus' face as the tentacle that had been rubbing against Vivian's crotch hooked under her panties and the ones wrapped around her tits uncoiling before all three suddenly jerked outward, tearing away at her clothes before retracting as he adjusted the girl's position so she could get a good look at the inhumanly large pillar of flesh pulsing between his legs "See this my little pet? This will be going inside you soon."

His tentacles twisted so that Vivian was facing away from him before retracting, pulling her in close so that her back was pressed into his chest, the bloated tip of his cock inches from the young woman's wet slit. He brought his head close to hers, whispering into her ear, his hot breath washing past her face "Once I'm finished with you I'll ensure that you've been ruined for mortal men my dear." He brought one hand up to grope one of the witches breasts, roughly tweaking the nipples between thumb and finger while his other hand was brought down to rub her cunt "My my, for all your struggling you are quite wet down here aren't you my lovely little slut." He spoke in a mocking tone, applying a small amount of additional psychological torment to the experience as punishment for her biting his tongue.
 
She let out a loud cry as the tentacles tightened further. That backfired painfully! Tears leapt to her eyes. This was going bad. Horribly and horrendously bad! Biting his tongue had seemed to stoke the flames of his arousal. Her face paled. No more foreplay? THIS is what he considered foreplay. Granted she never experienced any sort of play in her life but this was not what she envisioned as being remotely romantic!

“No!” she gasped. The vines had tore her flimsy nightgown away, leaving nothing but scraps to cover her body. Perky and round breasts were revealed, large for her small frame. There was a small thatch of golden curls between her legs to match that on her head. It wasn’t thick and she had been lucky for that. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Everything was displayed for that perverted demon!

Eyes widened as she was brought to face his manhood. It was huge! As long as her forearm and thicker by more than half. That was not natural! She shook her head and closed her eyes tightly. “This is not happening. I am not face to face with a massive penis. I will be waking up soon.” That wasn’t the case. As soon as she opened her peepers again, there IT was. The one eye was staring at her as if mocking her.

Another scream came from her as she was shifting again and was pulled closer to him. She could feel his hot manhood only inches away from her virgin hole. No! No! No! All of the candles in the room flared almost violently as his hand ravaged her breast. Pain came as he pinched and pulled at the sensitive nubs of pink flesh.

“Don’t touch that!” she begged. His hand got coated in a thick layers of her juices. Already she was dripping and it humiliated her. It was as if he body already relented and given in. “G-get your hands off of me! You can’t touch me!”

In desperation she flared her magic, hoping to frighten him a little with her power.
 
Magnus briefly flinched at the sudden surge of magical energy from the young witch, however, in losing his grip on the girl she was dropped down enough that the head of his penis was pushed into Vivian's tight snatch, forcing him to let out a pleasured groan. A wicked idea crept into his brain as her eyed the young woman, letting of a dark laugh "So, you wanted let go didn't you?" He further loosened the grip on his tentacles, letting her slide further down his shaft "Then, I'll gladly oblige your request!" his tentacles suddenly retracted fully, leaving gravity to do the work of embedding him deep inside her previously unspoiled body, a low pleasured growl rumbled from his throat.

He licked his lips as he ran his hand over Vivian's stomach, the first show of gentleness he had displayed since the beginning of the encounter "How does it feel pet? To have this big thing lodged in that tight young cunt of yours." He chuckled, enjoying the feel of his penis pulsing in its tight damp sleeve "The pure ones have always been my favorite. It just gives me one more part of you to steal for myself."
 
“No!” she cried. The first few inches inside of her hurt. Even when he hadn’t broken past her maiden’s head his size was too much. Tears streaked down her face. This was not happening! His grip loosened just a little more and she was forced down another few inches. Pain, white hot, filled her body and she yelped. No! No! No! No! This was not real. He did not just take her virginity. A small trickle of blood came from her as he fully let go, taking in his huge cock balls deep.

Her insides were raw. He was far too large for such a tiny and delicate girl to take him the way she did. The tip of him was actually puncturing her womb, causing her more pain.

“It hurts,” she whimpered truthfully. “It hurts! Get out of me! You got what you wanted!”

Bitterly she wept. How could she have let this happen to her! That spell was risky. Dipping into the Ethereal always was. Being cocky, she did not realize that anything could go wrong. Nothing like this. What she imagined was getting an animal like a skunk or a stoat or a gross little lizard. An incubus was a hellish summons!

“I hate you!”
 
Magnus smirked as he heard her cries, leaving her in place as he ran a hand through her hair "Oh, but we're just getting started. After all, I only put it in, you've still got to satisfy me." He chuckled, a pair of tentacles extending form his back once more and wrapping around her waist to lift her up slightly as he began to rub Vivian's clit in slow teasing circles with his right hand "Now comes the fun part." All the roughness before had been a show of power, a warning of what he could and would do to the young witch if she continued to be disobedient.

He leaned in and lightly grazed the nape of her neck with his fangs before planting a kiss on the spot "You know, you should count yourself lucky that it was I who came out of this. There are many other more violent beasts that could have shown up and torn you limb from limb or swallowed you whole. With me you get the fuck of your life and a master that can keep your mind scrambled with pleasure for the rest of your life." He grinned, letting his words sink in as began to slowly extract himself from the girl until he was almost halfway out before thrusting back in, taking care to not go too deep unless she began acting up again, letting out deep groans of pleasure as he felt the snugness around him, his hot breath washing over the girl once more "Heh, who knows, since you have magic in your bloodline I may even teach you a few spells to help spread the love."
 
Vivian cursed at him and yelled. Being eaten was a better fate than this! He had forcibly taken from her. Had violated her very being and claimed it as his own without any remorse. The witch did not even feel like a human being anymore. Didn’t he understand that? He made her into a being lower than an animal. All she was to be defined by was by how much pleasure she could give someone else.

Her yelling turned into a long moan as his fingers began to work that sensitive kernel of nerves right above her pussy. Tears ran down her face and she begged him to stop. He could have her but she did not want him to make her get pleasure from this brutal act. She whimpered pathetically as he pulled out, the movement rubbing raw and sensitive areas and making shivers go through her body. The pain felt good. To her horror.

As he moved back in she bit her lip to stifle herself. She mustn’t enjoy this. She mustn’t let him see how it made her feel.

“I don’t want to spread anything,” she said through gritted teeth. “Just hurry up and take what you want and leave me be!”
 
Magnus couldn't help but feel pleased with himself as he heard Vivian moan. He slowly turned her around so that she was facing him, several more vines raising up and entwining behind the witch to cradle her. He placed a finger under her chin, tilting the girl's head up so that he could get a good look at his victim's face, a wicked grin plastered on his face as he responded to her pleas, still thrusting in and out of her tight body in a slow rhythm "You should choose your words carefully young one." he chuckled, running a hand over her stomach once more "There are things that I can take that would give back just as much." he gave her a lewd look as he spoke "I wonder what that flat belly of yours would look like swollen with my child." He said mockingly, watching for her reaction, though he had no plans to do this yet, he knew it would be good for a quick scare "In fact, with this ripe little body of yours, it would probably only take a drop of my semen planted in you to get you knocked up."

He firmly grasped Vivian's breasts with both hands and ran his thumbs over her nipples, his gaze still locked on the girl's face, and sick thrill running through him as he drove the point home "These lovely breasts if yours would probably look quite nice leaking milk, don't you think?" He grinned, enjoying teasing the poor witch, perhaps a bit too much. His thrusting began to slowly pick up speed as his excitement grew, enjoying the mental image of this girl carrying his offspring, and considering the possibilities that the idea held, with his demonic blood and her magic heritage. His rational mind was beginning to fail as he became intoxicated with the sexual energies being given off by this act, it had been centuries since he had enjoyed such a feast, and he planned to enjoy it.
 
Vivian didn’t want him to see the pain plastered on her face or the tears streaking down her cheeks. She didn’t want to see the look on his face. He forced her to. What she saw there made her despair. Amusement. He was getting amusement out of her suffering. This made her stomach churn and she attempted to advert her gaze only to have it snap back to look at him. Terror etched on her face even as she gasped from the good sensations the thrusting caused.

“You can’t!” she screamed at him. “You can’t get me pregnant! I’m only seventeen!”

Dead. Her parents would kill her if they found out she had been knocked up. Not only knocked up but by a demon who was summoned by her. It was an accidental summoning but that was not an excuse. Words were said wrong. It was her fault that she hadn’t memorized the spell by heart before she went to do it. All of this was her fault.

She cried out when his hands darted forward to roughly cup her firm breasts. Vivian was at that set of years where everything was still firm and perky. Where nothing jiggled or moved. Where she still had the metabolism of a child but the body of an adult. His grazing caused her to grunt; her nipples puckered and hardened and she hated herself for it. Milk?! He wanted to milk her!

“I am not a cow!” she screeched.

There was something else she needed to do. Before he could cum inside of her and ruin her entire life. Maybe if she disgusted him! But there was really nothing she could force herself to do. She racked her mind. What if she pissed him off to the point where he stopped out of anger? Then she would have to deal with a angry demon. Anger she could fight. A baby she couldn’t.

Quickly she drew back her head, sucking hard back through her nose. And, without really thinking, she directed a huge wad of spit at his face.
 
Magnus frowned, instinctively tilting his head to one side as the girl spat, it hadn't been the first time someone had spat at him, and it certainly wasn't the worst thing that had come from it, still, it was rude. Rather than flaring as one would expect from his anger his eyes went cold, becoming cold black voids as he glared at the girl, he actually had to resist the urge to slap the girl, instead increasing his ministrations to her breasts, occasionally twisting her nipples as he began to thrust in and out of her with earnest, groaning deeply each time he felt the tip of his demonic cock bump the girl's cervix.

"That mouth of yours is quite troublesome." He stated matter-of-factly, voice devoid of emotion as a thick almost phallic looking tentacle rose from his back "Perhaps its time I teach you the proper use for it..." The tentacle lurched forward, looming just above her lips, dripping a hot, stick, sweet goo from its tip "Suck it, and if you bite me again I will make sure you bear my child, understand?" He wanted to take his time in breaking Vivian, but the young witch's antics were starting to wear thin on the normally patient demon's temper.
 
Vivian began to cry again as he became emotionless. This was not what she had wanted! It was clear that she did upset him but the reaction was not what she had expected. Instead he became rougher. He twisted her nipples, causing pain to come sharply from his fingers. His pumping lost his mercy and now he was piercing her cervix every time he moved inside of her. It hurt! It hurt so damned much! She cried like a child who had scraped their knee.

“I don’t want to!” she screamed frantically as she turned her face away from the dripping appendage. Gooey stuff dripped on cheek and slipped into her mouth. It was sweet and almost took her mind off what was going on. Again she looked towards it. More of the goo fell into her opened mouth. “Please don’t make me! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Her lips brushed against the tip, smearing them with the tentacle’s spunk.
 
Magnus growled at Vivian's disobedience, the tentacle at her mouth rearing back as he squeezed the witch's nipples simultaneously, ready to thrust the appendage into her mouth should she cry out in response "Its a shame, if you had just behaved, I could have given you so much once we were done here. But now you're just going to become breeding stock, maybe our child will do better." He could feel his heavy testicles begin to tighten as he mercilessly drove his cock in and out of the weeping girl "Besides, even if I just let you go now, you've already taken me inside you, so your body has been ruined for mortal men, and if anyone found out about this how do you think they would react?" His thrusting began to become more frantic as he tried to hold back his release, groaning as he continued to speak "You brought this all on yourself by toying with forces you didn't understand, and now you're facing the consequences."

Suddenly, he quickly pulled out of the girl, he would be unable to hold back any long had he not stopped, his hands releasing her tits as he brought a hand down to toy with Vivian's abused slit, his penis still poised to thrust back in should she slip again "I'll make you a deal pet, if you promise to behave from now on, I'll take you away from here, I'll take away all the pain, the stigma of having been bedded by a demon like me." His eyes slowly began to regain color as he spoke, "I'll treat you as a lover rather than as a toy. This is your last chance, use it wisely girl."
 
The young woman cried and cried and cried. What else could she do? His thrusting had turned agonizing. The mercy he had shown before was completely eradicated. He was right. That strong, manly smell that came from him would not wash off easily. People would know. Her parents would know. Her lips trembled as he pulled out and his fingers began to play around inside of her. The abused muscles tightened around them.

Then he offered her something. Something that made her reconsidered everything. He could make it so she could hide from the shame? If she was not so afraid of recourse, she wouldn’t have thought about doing it, but now… now she was terrified of what was going to happen to her after this.

“Fine,” she whispered. “I’ll behave.”

Cautiously her mouth wrapped around the cock-like appendage to show her obedience. Still she was crying but she had finally succumbed to being his. Someday she was going to ratify this decision. Someday she would do something to make up for the way she messed up. Now she was being a good little girl and suckling awkwardly, giving her throat a good coating of that spunk.
 
Magnus smiled as Vivian finally gave in, gently running a hand through her hair "Thats a good girl." He closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment before grinning as a bulge ran through the tentacle towards the witch's mouth, a small amount of pressure being relieved from from his straining testes as a burst of his thick potent cum filled the girl's mouth before retracting the tentacle, letting the rest of his hot spunk coat the girl's body before pulling the tentacle back into his body "Now tell me my dear, what is your name?" He looked into Vivian's eyes, his own returning to a neutral crimson, showing that his anger had subsided for the time being.

He looked over the cum coated girl laying in a bed of tentacles, admiring his work for a moment. Once he had finished he retracted the tentacles that had been holding the witch up, supporting her with one arm "I'll give you a chance to gather your things before we leave for my domain, because once we're do there will be no turning back." He spoke in a serious tone, no mocking, no threats, there would be time to toy with the girl more latter.
 
As the cum filled her mouth she coughed and sputtered. It was strong and unexpected. A good amount of it slid down her throat and she gagged on the rest, coating her chin thoroughly. Disgusting but she was going too have to get used to it. Silently she continued to cry as he admired the way she looked doused in his hot cream. She felt so filthy. Like some whore. A sore, dumb whore.

“Vivian,” she told him in a whisper. “Vivian Devan.”

Though she doubted he cared. She was sure that he was going to rename her. Something stupid and slutty. Like Jezebel. More quiet tears trickled down her face. This was going to be hard. What would her parents think happened to her? When they came back they would find her missing. Her mom would probably go into hysterics. She was always prone to emotional outbursts. Her father would be mad at first, assuming that Vivian had runaway and then, upon her not coming back, would obsessively start looking for his little girl.

“What could I need in the Ethereal?” she asked, actually curious. “I mean where exactly am I going to be going?”
 
Magnus gently brushed the tears from Vivians eyes, smiling as he heard her name "Such a lovely name, for a lovely girl." he gently stroked the girl's hair before settling her back on her feet, frowning slightly at her question "I told you did I not? I'm taking you away from here, to a place where you don't have to worry about what the rest of these mortals think." He closed his eyes, trying to locate the nearly closed gateway between his realm and there "The Ethereal as you call it is something of an inaccurate name, unless you honestly believe that demons like I would simply float around in a void waiting for humans to summon us."

He looked down to the girl, tilting her head up once more so that their eyes met "And, as I had told you, so long as you behave you will live in comfort as my mate, with all the privileges that come with that title, however, if you turn on me then you shall have to relive this day for as long as my interest in you remains until you are cast out and left for the other demons to do with you what they will."
 
Vivian bit her lip. The blonde had to learn to be good. He had complete control of her life now. On whim he could throw her to the other demons he spoke of. It would likely be best if she stayed quiet until they were back in his realm. All she did was nod her head and walked over to the light and flicked it on. When the room was completely illuminated it was clear that they were in her room. It was a large space and the area she had set up as her summoning place was a good six feet away from a bed with many pillows and a canopy.

Quickly she began to pull stuff around. Some dresses were slung over her arm and the draped across the couch near a window. The beautiful young woman then went into her closet to get her luggage. Two rather larger pieces were drawn out and things began to go into them. Clothes, shoes, under things, books, supplies, perfume, stuffed animals… it was as if she wanted to take her whole room with her. Finally she finished and turned to look at Magnus. She was still a cum caked mess and she looked rather pathetic standing there with her shoulders rounded.

“Can I leave a note for my parents?” she asked almost silently. “I don’t want them to worry. I want them to know that I am… well, safe is a stretch.”
 
Magnus sat himself down on the bed, watching Vivian pack with an amused look on his face, knowing she would likely not need much of what she was packing, but he held his tongue for now. The girl looked almost adorable to him at the moment, while at the same time it took all his restraint not to mount her again each time she bent over. He hesitated for a moment when he heard her request, weighing the potential risks of letting her leave a message before finally giving a slight nod "You may, but you must not use my name, I would prefer not having unwanted visitors coming after my head." He wanted to show that he wasn't completely heartless, despite being a demon.

It was a strange thing to him though, most of the girls he had taken back with him had already long lost their sanity to his ministrations, either those too rebellious to give in who ended up having to have their wills totally broken, or those who gave in too much and became addicted to his ways. No, this girl still had free will to her, and he was interested to see how this little venture turned out. He stood slowly placing a hand on Vivian's shoulder and giving a slight chuckle "You know, you're something special child." He knelt down next to her, carefully grasping her tender breasts, trying not to hurt her as he did "If you can last a week with me without crossing me or losing your mind to the pleasure I shall give you something that few mortals can boast about receiving."
 
Vivian froze as his hand came to cup at her breasts. What she expected was roughness. The gentle cupping caught her off guard and she let out a pathetic whimper. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy this kindness. The witch wondered if this was home it was going to be from now on. She liked this gentleness, she decided.

“Yes sir,” she said in a small squeak. Was that what they said? She was not sure what those in her position should use. She was the pet of a supernatural being. There had to be some systems they were going to use to speak to one another.

The beautiful young woman took a step back and turned to the desk nearby. She bent over, giving him a good shot at her abused slit and tight little asshole. At her age she had no idea what this sort of action did to men. All she was doing was writing the note. It just said she would be gone for a very, very long time because of a magical mishap. That it was her own fault and that it wouldn’t do them any good to look for her.
 
Magnus frowned as he watched Vivian bend over to write her note, his cock throbbing impatiently as he stood up, gathering the girl's belongings into the circle before stepping up behind her. He looked over her shoulder and waiting for her to finish writing before pushing two fingers into the girls slit while she was still bent over, rubbing tenderly along her soft warm walls "Well then, shall we go?" He gave her the warmest smile he could muster "Since you're being such a good girl I'll make sure you get a taste of paradise tonight." He punctuated his promise by pushing his fingers deep inside the witch's snatch before quickly twisting his hand and rubbing the heel of his palm against the girl's clit.

He slowly withdrew his fingers as he stood back upright, licking his fingers clean of the residual juices and giving a slight chuckle "You taste good Vivian." He spoke, purposely using her name rather than 'pet' or 'child'. Without another word he picked up the young witch, cradling her in one arm as he brought her to the circle "Are you ready to go?"
 
Vivian purred as two fingers slipped inside of her. The gentle strokes felt good against the abused and battered pussy he had rent asunder only a few minutes ago. Without really thinking she pushed her firm, heart shaped ass into the air, so she could get his fingers in deeper. A groan escaped her lips when his palm ground against her clit, making it swell from the sensation. This was good. And it ended too quickly! She let out a sigh. His whims were being served here. Not hers. She was not going to protest. At least not now while they were still in this realm.

She flushed when he said she tasted good. He must have licked the wetness that had coated his fingers upon entering her abused snatch. Was it a pun off of what she had said earlier? Or was he really going to eat her after all was said and done and he grew bored of her.

“Oh!” she exclaimed as she was whisked off of the floor and into his arms. He was hot; much hotter than an average human. She cuddled into that warmth. The blonde witch wanted to be a good, good girl for now. Later she was sure that he was going to ask her to do something and they would butt heads over it, but now she was going to act as well behaved as she could. That meant sucking up to him. She pressed eager kisses to his chest and neck.

“I’m ready,” she said between presses of her inexperienced lips. Though tears were falling down her face as she said it. This was painful and she could hardly bare it.
 
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