by Antonia Rachel Ward
(945 words)
14th October
23.46
WELCOME newcomers and old friends alike, to WARLOCK’S GRIMOIRE, a blog for all things occult and mystical, as well as the occasional video game review. Today’s article is, by extremely popular demand:
HOW TO SUMMON A SUCCUBUS
“Warlock,” I hear you bleat, in your pitiable, whimpering tones, “how can we summon a HOT, SEXY DEMON to aid us in our pathetic masturbatory fantasies?”
The answer is: you can’t.
But I can. The blood ritual required to summon a FEMALE SEX DEMON is one of the most dangerous you will find, and as such should only be wielded by a Level Five Mage like myself. I strongly urge you not to try this at home. DARK MAGIC IS NOT A TOY.
However. Should you feel foolish enough to attempt it, here are the instructions:
Step One: The mage must prepare himself by becoming pure. This means NO SEX AND NO MASTURBATION for at least five days ahead of the ritual. The first, I anticipate should provide no difficulty for most of you. The second, perhaps not so easy. Thankfully, I managed to avoid all temptation this past week, and I am now in a fit state to carry out this ritual. That’s right. I will be summoning a Succubus this very eve, and out of the sheer goodness of my heart I will share my experiences with you, my loyal readers.
Step Two: I have prepared, in the basement where I currently reside, an area for the ritual to take place. This takes the form of a pentagram chalked on the floor, with candles lit at each corner, and a comfortable pile of cushions within. I may be planning on having EXTREME DEMON SEX but nevertheless, it is important that I ensure the comfort of my Demonic Enchantress whilst enjoying the carnal pleasures that await.
Step Three: Having been reliably informed by my Occult sources that Demonesses appreciate the finer things in life, I have scattered rose petals around my ritual area, and scented the air with incense. Now I shall settle down on my cushions and begin the ritual by addressing Lilith, Mother of All Demons, requesting that she send one of her daughters for my pleasure. In return for this, Lilith requires a blood sacrifice. I must cut my palm and allow five drops of blood to fall within the pentagram. This I shall now do. I must then enter a trance-like state and await the appearance of the succubus. When I return, it will be with details of my experience.
Prepare to live vicariously through me.
After I hit Post, I hastily discard my boxers and pick up the kitchen knife. I can do this. I must prove to the demoness that I can take pain. Not like those sniveling wretches who read my blog. Imagine what they must be thinking right now, hanging on my every word, waiting for my update.
I press the tip into my palm and manage to land a couple of droplets in the center of the pentagram. The rest ends up on the cushions, but that’ll have to do. I was going to wash them in the morning anyway.
Lying back in my love-nest, I close my eyes and breathe deeply, my nerves thrumming with anticipation. With any luck, the succubus will read my desires and take the form of Tracey Cuthbertson, the girl who sits in front of me in science lab. She’s hot, but dumb. Too stupid to see true devotion when it’s staring right at her. She laughed at me when I asked her out, and instead she’s dating that knuckle-dragging baboon from the football team. Not a day goes by when I don’t imagine ramming that bitch from—
“Matthew.”
The voice is soft, inviting. Familiar. I open my eyes, and there she is. Tracey Cuthbertson, in all her naked glory, long blonde hair falling around her shoulders. She pushes my legs apart and kneels between my thighs, bringing her face close to mine.
“Matthew, I’ve wanted you for so long.” She nibbles at my ear. Her breath smells of peppermint. Oh my God. A girl. An actual, naked girl. She’s straddling me, and—shit, better think of something else. Can’t believe this worked. Wait ’till those imbeciles on the blog hear about it.
“You think about me, don’t you Matthew?” Tracey murmurs in my ear, reaching down to curl a hand around my dick. My whole body shudders. I can’t breathe. “You think about fucking me. You think about pulling my hair and choking me, don’t you? Is that how you’d like it? Rough?”
She lifts her head, and her smile grows wider. Behind the blue eyes of my Goddess I see something flicker. Something shadowy. Tracey’s smile splits across her face. Her skin stretches, rips appearing in its papery surface. Her eyeballs bulge and pop out, dropping onto my heaving chest with a squelch. A squeal escapes me as Tracey’s flesh slides off in shreds, leaving nothing but a human-shaped tower of… Of…
Maggots. Dropping onto me. Crawling over me. My skin burns with a million tiny bites. I try to scream, but they flood into my mouth, burrowing into my ears, my eyeballs. They’re everywhere. I’m choking. I can’t—
15th October
00.32
Hi everyone! I’m sorry to tell you that Matthew won’t be returning to this blog anymore. But don’t worry! If it’s EXTREME DEMON SEX you’re looking for, I’m your girl. My name’s Tracey, and I’m up for a good time. Shoot me a note in the comments and I’ll pay you a visit. 😉
Oh, and remember:
DARK MAGIC IS NOT A TOY.
END
Antonia Rachel Ward is an author of Gothic fiction and horror, based in Cambridgeshire, UK. Her short stories and poetry have been published or are forthcoming in anthologies by Silver Shamrock Publishing, Blackspot Books, Black Hare Press, and Orchid’s Lantern, among others. She is also the founder and editor-in-chief of Ghost Orchid Press. You can find her at antoniarachelward.com or on Twitter @antoniarachelw1 or Instagram @antoniarachelward.