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It was around midnight that the lightening storms began. The thunder echoed off the walls as the lightening illuminated the house. With her book laid out in front of her, Lillian began drawing out jer circle -- ensuring that it was big enough to fit her and all her supplies safely inside. The circle remained partially opened, allowing her to move around as need be. She drew three very specific sigils around her circle -- ones for protection and the like. She began setting up her black candles, placing them equal distances apart. Lillian closed the circle, and began to ground herself. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her breathing calmed -- allowing her candles to be lit and the ritual to begin.
She lay skyclad (naked) in the center of the circle, assuming the pentacle position (arms and legs spread). In her mind's eye, she saw the circle illuminate -- glowing and ebbing with power. While in this circle, she was safe -- separate from the rest of the house. Her vibrant blue eyes remained closed as she softly began to recite the summoning rite from memory. She studied long and hard to perfect the ritual. As the rite finished, she pictured a black figure standing before her. No particular details, just a black silhouette. Her sex became moist, images flicking through her mind like a porno.
She lay skyclad (naked) in the center of the circle, assuming the pentacle position (arms and legs spread). In her mind's eye, she saw the circle illuminate -- glowing and ebbing with power. While in this circle, she was safe -- separate from the rest of the house. Her vibrant blue eyes remained closed as she softly began to recite the summoning rite from memory. She studied long and hard to perfect the ritual. As the rite finished, she pictured a black figure standing before her. No particular details, just a black silhouette. Her sex became moist, images flicking through her mind like a porno.