I kneel naked before the small campfire, its flickering light dancing across my bare body as the night time creatures move beyond its small circle of illumination. Millions of insects call throughout the forest, each lending it desperate cry for a mate to the cacophony of sexual desperation, while their predators snatch, snare and feast upon the unfortunate ones.
"O, Lady Lilith, Mother of demons, Defier of divine will, I beg you, grant me the power to defile the devout and corrupt the innocent in thy name." I chant repeatedly, letting the cool breeze that blows beneath the wooded boughs take and carry my words off to the great beyond.
Having studied this ritual of summoning for months I have followed all the required instructions with some minor alterations. An open crystal bowl, instead of a sealed bottle, filled with water beside the fire so Lilith may bathe and cool herself after her journey through the flames, but will in no way trap or constrain her. Satanic sigils, but none of protection are painted in fresh bunny blood all over naked body and appear to dance on my bare skin in the fire light and I have not prepared a pentagram or circle of protection.
"O, Lady Lilith, Mother of demons, Defier of divine will, I beg you, grant me the-" I repeat once more when suddenly the fire erupts and flames shoot up in the air. The intense heat blazes, yet I do not shy away and it seems to sink into my body, warming me inside and out.
"Lady Lilith, Mother of demons, Mistress of mankind, Seducer of angels, Defier of god and first among all women, I beseech thee, join me here in the realm promised and yet denied to thee." I chant loudly, repeating the words that appear in my mind.
The sounds of the forest go quiet and the breeze stills until the only sounds are the furious crackling flames of the intense fire and my own desperate voice.
"I give to thee, my Mistress, my Mother, my mind for thee to control, my flesh for thee to use, my heart for thee to have and my soul for thee to consume." I cry out in a language I have never heard before, but somehow understand as the flames continue to spew high into the cool night air.
I can no longer stop myself calling out to the Mother of Depravity, nor can I move a muscle of beyond turning my head. Excitement and fear wells up inside me as I realise, despite my lack of true belief, the ritual is actually working and I will soon be at the complete mercy of the Night Mother having forsaken all the rituals protections.
Suddenly there is a heavy, unseen yet undeniable weight on my back, pushing me down and prostrating my naked body in the dirt as I continue to chant the strange words that lodge themselves in my head.
From my prone position I notice movement beyond the fire and manage to turn my head ever so slightly to see a carpet of insects emerge from the darkness beyond the fires light. Panic flares up in me and I forget all about the ritual as they swarm out of the night from every direction, crawling and slithering over everything in their way, including over me and each other, moving in an unnatural way, unseen by mortals in hundreds of years. Beneath me the dirt begins to move, then churn and I feel myself sink into the earth a little as hundreds of slimey worms slide under me on the same journey as those above. When I realise they are not biting or stinging me, I begin to relax and try to calm my breathing but I'm still chanting, abiet a bit hoarsely and the sensation of hundreds of tiny little creatures crawling all over my prone naked body is intoxicating, even those touching and probing my exposed, untouched arsehole.
Even though I have always been one hundred percent heterosexual and never had a gay inclination, their cool sticky caress of my bumhole sends a thrill through my entire being and I intimately feel my arsehole quivering as I yearn for more.
Beneath me the worms slide against my bare skin until I am lying on a carpet of them, their slimey bodies sending tiny shocks of pleasure through my body as they rub against me. I feel my nipples growing and hardening at their slimey touch and then they start coiling themselves around my small flaccid penis and my tiny shrivelled testicles on their journey. They squeeze my small genitals mercilessly and I feel a lust grow inside me for the belly crawlers, in fact for all the insects and legless creatures that cover my body, and I feel disgusting and repulsed by it.
Despite my repulsion my body reacts to the unclean pleasure I am receiving from these filth eaters and carrion feeders, and my small cock starts to stiffen as worm after worm squeezes it and draws it down into the churning dirt.
"Silence mortal." A deep gurgling inhuman voice suddenly commands and I jump inside my own skin and suddenly feel very sick. I obey instantly and the sickness dispates a little when I shut my mouth, yet the memory of that disgusting voice stops it from disappearing completely and causes my little dick to go limp despite the worms continued ministrations.
Although I am able to move my head I have no desire to look up at whoever that voice belongs to, but I know he is stood on the otherside of the fire and without seeing him I know he is massive. His unnatural presence flows from him like the unstoppable waves of the ocean, crashing over me again and again, pounding me into the ground.
"Who do you think you are to try and summon me mortal?" The disgusting deep voice asks furiously and once again the sickening feeling grows inside me. My heads spins deliriously and bile rises in my throat, threatening to escape with the contents of my stomach.
"I-I am sorry my L-Lord. I did n-not mean to trou-trouble you. I was trying t-to gain an audience with the N-Night Mother." I tell him while trying not to throw up and praying that he will not punish me for disturbing him.
"Hahahaha. You? You are pathetic even among mortals and you thought the Mother of all demons would answer your whiney call?" The sickly voice laughs sending off powerful waves of nausea that hit me hard. I manage not to throw up but feel my arsehole slacken just long enough for something slimey probing it to slide inside.
"Th-the ancient t-texts of Lay-Laymon said the ritual could be used to su-summon any demon, my Lord." I answer quickly, unable to think of a better answer as whatever entered me squirms and wriggles inside my bum.
"Hahaha. The ancient texts of Laymon. Hahaha. You speak of the ritual of indiscretion, don't you mortal." The voice laughs hideously and for the first time with some mirth. Suddenly the last of the creatures crawling over and sliding beneath me pass leaving me as naked as when I started the ritual and with a slimey little companion writhing inside my arsehole.
"Y-yes my Lord." I reply feeling a little less terrified and disgusted by the voice as I feel the creature inside me work itself deeper.
"The ritual of discretion allows any demon to answer the call, not to call any demon the summoner chooses. But that was always the writers intention, to conceal a complex truth inside a simple lie. And instructions on protection and confinement were provided, yet you do not bear the sigils, nor is there a circle present. Why is this, mortal? Are you so simple you did not fear us?" The nauseating voice asks and once more I am hit with a wave of sickness.
"I w-wanted to pledge my-myself to the Night M-Mother, give myself to h-her totally and completely. How c-could I do that w-with barriers be-between us or sigils pr-preventing her will from controlling me?" I explain and instantly regret posing a question.
The voice is silent and in its absence the sickness subsides leaving me with the not unpleasant wriggling sensation buried deep inside my arsehole and the unseeable force keeping pushed prostrate in the dirt.