CHAPTER ONE. THE DEMON AND THE DOOR. ALL IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER. Elmensa awoke with a tremendous, delirious headache. Hands flew to her chest and she clutched the sheets in a sweat-soaked panic, momentarily forgetting where she was, who she was. There was nothing but darkness, slick and real and cloying, and for that single moment she was not prince...
The beating of drums could already be heard in the night outside, and the low murmur of voices slowly turned into rhythmic chanting. Preparations were soon ready, and the attenders were taking care of the final dressings. He was waiting, as was custom, in a ceremonial hut decorated with small lights and a wealth of scented flowers. Though he was accompanied...
Monday 12th October 1998, Portsmouth Museum I feel very nervous suddenly as a man approaches me. He is wearing a check sports jacket, a black shirt and blue denim jeans. I breathe a sigh of relief as he welcomes me. I stand awkwardly clutching my folders and notebook to my chest. "Hi Michelle. Thanks for arriving so promptly. We can make a start down here....
Beatrice closed the door behind her, dropped the dead-bolt, the ritual had begun. Slowly she undressed, hanging up her coat, placing her shoes on the low shelf beneath the few coat hooks. Then her work clothes, these formed a pile on the small table, naked at last she knelt, carefully assuming the pose required of her. To her left, the door, before her, the...
Standing at the center of a room in his mansion, Erik Parker placed seventeen candles in a cirle and lighted them up, while thinking about the past weeks. Three months before, he found a dusty old spellbook in his mansion's library. Seemingly untouched for decades, if not centuries, it emanated a faint glow and warmth. Being a competent summoner himself, he...
©2013 angelface195 all rights reserved A note: I thought about putting this in the incest category, but I think it deserves to be here in bdsm. The story takes a little while to set up, but I assure you it will flow more as we go along. I hope you enjoy. Angelface195 *** Hayley Cassidy was a good girl, an obedient girl and loved her family. She had rebell...
Saturday 10th & Sunday 11th October 1998 Portsmouth Museum Over the weekend I spend the Saturday carefully opening the crates that have been delivered and unpack the contents. The larger items which are not the subject of my interest I move to a storage room. The various papyrus scrolls and the smaller items I lay out on several tables I clear in the recor...
I was awakened when Jake rolled out from under me. It was light, sun light streaming in through the cracks and I could smell food. I drowsily watched as Jake walked over to a trench at the back of the hut and peed. The full bladder I had forced me to follow him. "Is this where we are supposed to go?" I was remembering what had happened outside last night....
I have chalked the summoning circle on the floor of the exams room and lit the candles. My spell book is in front of me and my bell is poised to ring the chimes that will open the door between dimensions. Procter Louisa Jona Caliper waits my attempt with a stern look. The summoning of a familiar is one of the most fundamental aspects of higher magery, and i...
Chapter 6: The teachings The next morning at breakfast, they talked about his first experience at a ritual. He admitted he was shy to touch her body in such private places, but loved the experience. In the afternoon, after dinner, she brought him to the power circle again, where she previously had wood positioned. She shows him the powers of the control of...