by Adrianne Brennan
Moonlight shone through Morgan's bedroom window. The light reflected off of the tools on her altar and the athame in her hand. She clutched the sacred dagger, chanting the evocation in loud, clear tones. The candles on her altar shone, the sole source of illumination in the dark room.
Small movements, perhaps shadows cast by trees blowing in the wind, caught her attention out of the corner of her eyes. She remained firm to her task. Morgan had prepared this ritual summoning over the course of a month. Samhain only came once a year, and while the veil was thinnest the opportunity to perform the spell must be grasped. Nothing could--nor would--stand in her way.
Morgan stood with bare feet on a black cloth inside of a circle of salt wearing nothing but a simple black robe. The cloth on the floor was for easy cleanup of the salt after the ritual; she didn't want to worry about vacuuming the rug when she would have other things on her mind. The ritual's results would prove to be...distracting. Cleaning up would be the furthest thing from her mind.
When she finished her incantation, a psychic blast smacked her, almost knocking her out of the circle. Wind blew her long, dark hair but no windows were open.
Her lips turned upwards in a small smile. The ritual worked.
Smoke pouring from the lit candles on her altar swirled and thickened, forming a recognizable solid shape--that of a very tall, muscular man. Details began to creep in: long, thick wavy hair that contrasted with his glowing red eyes. She swallowed, a tiny bit of nervousness creeping into the pit of her stomach. His chest was covered with small amounts of tantalizing black hair. Morgan longed to run her fingers through it. He wore nothing save a black cloak, and she could see with an appreciative eye his massive organ that hung between his legs.
She wondered what the sensations would be like of him in her mouth, and liquid trickled from between her legs at the thought.
"What reason did you have to summon the demon Danyiel?"
Morgan grinned and replied in what she hoped was a steady, smooth voice. "I was hoping to fuck your brains out this Samhain evening. Are you game?"
Love & Magic,