Mom was off for her book club.
“Goodbye, Henry,” she said as she gathered her things, purse, and her book
“Bye, Mom,” I said, my heart pounding. She swept to the door wearing her usual pair of tight jeans and a knit sweater. My friends all drooled over my mom. I hated how fit she was. How she dressed like she was in her twenties and not her forties. “Have a good time.”
She favored me a smile. “You, too. Get that homework done.”
I nodded and then she was gone, the door closed.
I smiled, knowing she would be gone for hours. She and her friends would be at it until late this evening. It was the perfect time for me to summon a succubus. It sounded insane. I know, I know, but ever since I stumbled across it on the internet, I had to try it out for myself.
I had found this website, the Succubus Portal, and it was full of people who talked about summoning a succubus. Some claimed they didn’t work and only had brief contact with the spirit of one, while others claimed they had actually done it.
They had summoned a succubus to serve them.
A sexy spirit of lust, the manifestation of feminine passion, to be their personal servant. A succubus would do everything to please her master. It made me so hard. I wanted to have sex so badly. I was eighteen, not an ugly guy, not a nerd, just average. But I had struck out with the girls. I just wanted to get laid.
I had to pop my V-card. A succubus would be perfect. No rejection. She had to come to me and take me hard.
I stopped in the bathroom, stripped naked, and stared at myself in the mirror. Those average looks stared back. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Tall and fit, but not muscular. Not broad-shouldered. I smacked my hands on my face and rubbed at them.
“You can do this,” I told myself. “You got this, Henry. You’re going to summon a succubus.”
I stared at myself, so nervous that something would go wrong, but I had to do this. I had to summon a succubus so badly. It was just something I craved more than anything in the world. My entire body shook. I trembled with excitement. My heart pounded in my chest, blood surging through me.
I was so hard. So horny.
That was important. It took sexual lust to reach into the Lilith Qlipha, the spiritual realm or essence or zone (I wasn’t really sure, it was confusing) where a succubus dwelt. I headed to my room, the curtains drawn. I lit the candles around my room. There were thirteen of them. All black. Then the incense. Sandalwood. The soothing scent filled the air.
I slid onto the bed and took in a deep breath. I was so horny. My cock twitched as I sat naked. My hardon thrust naked out before me, the tip painful. I had a big case of blue balls. Sexual frustration gripped me.
According to the ritual I got from the occultist Thomas Karlsson’s Qabalah, Qliphoth and Goetic Magic, the spell to summon a succubus was easy. If you were horny enough for your lusts to reach into that Lilith Qlipha, then you just had to say the magic phrase thirteen times.
I glanced down at the printout. I stared at the words and then, in a clear voice, cried out to the spirit world: “Marag ama lilith rimok samalo naamah wie!”
A shiver ran through me as I said those words. The candles around the room guttered, almost going out like a wind had swept through the room. My skin tightened and then felt galvanized by some unseen current.
“Marag ama lilith rimok samalo naamah wie!”
My cock twitched as I felt those words. The room seemed to lurch, as if something focused in on me. I swallowed, feeling the attention of the spirit world. I pictured a succubus. They were said to have bat-like wings, horns, and a narrow tail ending at a spade-like tip. The classic demonette look.
I wanted one so bad.
“Marag ama lilith rimok samalo naamah wie!”
The candles flared bright. My hands tightened on my thighs. I spoke the phrase a fourth time. A fifth. I spoke with more and more confidence. The shadows in the room danced and undulated. The ache at the tip of my dick built and built. Lust flowed through the room.
The Lilith Qlipha.
“Marag ama lilith rimok samalo naamah wie!” I cried for the sixth time.
The walls groaned.
I chanted the seventh time and eighth time. I swear the walls bowed inward like something squeezed about my room. My blood grew hotter. Sweat broke out over my skin. My heart pounded a mile a minute.
I spoke then the ninth time. The tenth. The incense stick flared with real flames and blazed down to their bases in seconds then went out. The cloying scent of sandalwood permeated the air, smoke swirling about with the darkness.
“Marag ama lilith rimok samalo naamah wie!”
The walls violently flexed. Reality warped and buffeted me. I shuddered as before me, the shadows and smoke converged. A weight formed. A spiritual gravity well drew on me, pulling on my lusts.
“Marag ama lilith rimok samalo naamah wie!”
The smoke and shadows swirled faster. The candles blazed hot, wax melting down the sides. The burned towards the bottom. The walls rippled like water. A form took shape. I could almost see the succubus in the distortion before me, a figure on the verge of breaking through into the real world.
Henry, a sensual voice purred in my mind, the words caressing over my soul like a hot tongue had licked my cock. I groaned at the sexual energy about to burst from me. The world groaned beneath the spiritual wait.
“Marag ama lilith rimok samalo naamah wie!” I howled for the thirteenth and final time.
The candles snuffed out.
The shadows raced towards the figure, her wings stretching wide. Her back arched in the throes of a sexual climax. Curly hair spilled around her face and her breasts heaved before her. Large and lush and perky. Her hips undulated while her tail swished from side to side.
A low, purring moan, a feminine sound of release echoed through the room. My sweaty palms gripped my thighs as I watched my succubus burst through the veil from the Lilith Qlipha and manifest in my bedroom.
A burst of distorted space exploded from her. The universe tore. Ripples washed away from her. Waves of that splashed over me. I felt my body bending and twisting for a moment, reality warping before the tsunami of spiritual force.
Then it passed and the succubus stood in my room.
“Oh, my god,” I groaned, seeing her in the flesh. A shadow, but not like before. It was dark in my room, all the lights snuffed out, making her just a shape.
“Oh, my, yes,” she moaned with such throaty delight. Her back arched. “Henry, Henry, Henry, what a naughty, naughty boy you are.”
That voice… It was such a familiar voice. Like my mother’s. I swallowed and shot my hand for my bedside lamp. I reached for it as the succubus moved to me. The mattress dimpled as she crawled onto it. Her wings fluttered with a leathery rasp.
“Mmm, summoning me like this,” she purred. “You had no idea. No clue. You have to know, I have to devour your seed. I have to taste your cum. Nothing is stopping me, Henry.”
That really sounded like my mom. The succubus was so close, on the bed before me, a form in the dark. I brushed my lamb, sliding up the silver stand to reach the peg that turned on the light. I grabbed it twisted it once. Twice.