killer_kenny
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
Shadows danced upon the walls as the candles cast their light randomly upon the rooms interior. It reminded her of home, there was always a fire burning where Marolyn grew up, she hadn't realized how much she missed the scent of sulfur until she had started the ritual.
In truth this whole event made the little imps heart sink, missing her home as she sat cross legged in the middle of a pentagram on her dorm room floor. The whole ritual was such a last minute throw together she beat herself up for it but she needed results NOW. the Pentagram was drawn with black lipstick, the candles small votives, and instead of nectar from the pits of hell she had a bowl filled with her favorite cola flavored drink sitting between her legs. she hadn't even dressed up for it, instead going with a tiny T shirt that hung just below her nipples and high cut shorts.
She felt pathetic for doing the ritual, but her curiosity and need for companionship was too great now. The imp had friends, that wasn't too hard to find in a school this large, it was romance she yearned for, all these girls she met, they were one night stands, few ever thought of her as anything else. Mainly due to the hardware she packed between her legs, the girl was 'gifted' as few demon women were to be able to grow her own male appendages, the problem being they were usually ALWAYS present during sex, and it was hard to find a girl to accept her for that other than a quick round or two a week.
So now she sat here, cross legged chanting away to see what eh bowl of cola would show her, to show her a girl that yearned for the same things she could give. "father of darkness, sisters of fire, show me what love burns in the sha-"" RING RING "SHIT"
Marolyn's eyes shot open, glowing as the spell cast while she stumbled for her phone, a sot smile slipping over her black lips as she saw the name, the ritual could wait.
"KYRAH!" She exclaimed happily as she spoke tot eh demon on the other line, unbeknownst to her the Cola boiled in the bowl under her as the spell continued casting. "Yes of course I'm already on campus, I never left! I know I miss those demon orgies. But the clothing here I found the cutest black frilled skirt, apparently it's some design from France." Her conversation with the Demon girl continued for an hour and soon Marolyn found herself in bed, the votive candles dead and her only illumination he light of her cell phone. "Well it's late and We both have home room don't we, give Luna a hug for me." With that the room went dark and the girl stretched out with a yawn upon her mattress, not bothering to tuck herself in as she curled herself around a pillow and drifted to sleep, unaware of what her words and mangled spell had made.
Marolyn
http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3352860
The Girl she has created
http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2414340
In truth this whole event made the little imps heart sink, missing her home as she sat cross legged in the middle of a pentagram on her dorm room floor. The whole ritual was such a last minute throw together she beat herself up for it but she needed results NOW. the Pentagram was drawn with black lipstick, the candles small votives, and instead of nectar from the pits of hell she had a bowl filled with her favorite cola flavored drink sitting between her legs. she hadn't even dressed up for it, instead going with a tiny T shirt that hung just below her nipples and high cut shorts.
She felt pathetic for doing the ritual, but her curiosity and need for companionship was too great now. The imp had friends, that wasn't too hard to find in a school this large, it was romance she yearned for, all these girls she met, they were one night stands, few ever thought of her as anything else. Mainly due to the hardware she packed between her legs, the girl was 'gifted' as few demon women were to be able to grow her own male appendages, the problem being they were usually ALWAYS present during sex, and it was hard to find a girl to accept her for that other than a quick round or two a week.
So now she sat here, cross legged chanting away to see what eh bowl of cola would show her, to show her a girl that yearned for the same things she could give. "father of darkness, sisters of fire, show me what love burns in the sha-"" RING RING "SHIT"
Marolyn's eyes shot open, glowing as the spell cast while she stumbled for her phone, a sot smile slipping over her black lips as she saw the name, the ritual could wait.
"KYRAH!" She exclaimed happily as she spoke tot eh demon on the other line, unbeknownst to her the Cola boiled in the bowl under her as the spell continued casting. "Yes of course I'm already on campus, I never left! I know I miss those demon orgies. But the clothing here I found the cutest black frilled skirt, apparently it's some design from France." Her conversation with the Demon girl continued for an hour and soon Marolyn found herself in bed, the votive candles dead and her only illumination he light of her cell phone. "Well it's late and We both have home room don't we, give Luna a hug for me." With that the room went dark and the girl stretched out with a yawn upon her mattress, not bothering to tuck herself in as she curled herself around a pillow and drifted to sleep, unaware of what her words and mangled spell had made.
Marolyn
http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3352860
The Girl she has created
http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2414340