Deal With The Devil
By Luna Loupe
Copyright 2012 Luna Loupe
Smashwords Edition
“Lily, you know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
I smiled at Rowan, my friend and mentor for these past three years. There was worry in her eyes, but it mingled with her pride and happiness for me.
“Of course I do, Rowan – I’ve gotten through the other two tests without a problem, haven’t I? The summoning is the simplest of the three, everyone knows that, and besides…” I don’t say the rest, my constant refrain for these past three years: and when this is done, I’ll see my Daniel again.
“Of course. And then your years of Purification will be over, and you’ll be a witch like any other – and better than myself, I say!”
I open my mouth to protest, but she shushes me.
“No, I mean it – don’t question your teacher, it’s impolite. But Lily, remember… no one can help you during your tests, and simple doesn’t mean easy. Keep your focus. The summoning is simple, but there’s room for it to go wrong, and when that happens…” Rowan bites her lip and looks away for a moment.
“Keep your focus, Lily. Now go on – you know where to go, and the sooner this is done with, the better.”
I embrace her for a moment, repeating my reassurances, but I’m eager to be on my way. The stage for the third test was a small wooden cabin on the edge of the woods, and it wasn’t far.
I opened the cabin’s door and reviewed what was to be my workplace for the next few hours: a smooth floor of wooden planks, swept clean. There was a table in the corner with everything I would need for the ritual. It would be easy enough – I needed only to summon a minor demon or spirit, claim a token from them, and banish them back to where they had come from.
I let my mind wander as I set up everything I would need for the summoning. I was so, so close to being with the man I loved again – Daniel knew what it would mean for our village to have a witch, for our protection and health, and he knew what it meant to me to be that woman. He had promised to stay faithful during the three long years of my training and purification, when I could not contact or be seen by any man, and I knew that he had meant it. I dreamt of him so often: the sweat on his bare chest as he worked to chop wood, the way his thick, strong arms felt around me, his rough hands against my bare skin.
My thoughts turned (as they always did, in the end) to sex with Daniel and how much I missed that – not just the tenderness but the heat, the passion, the way his thick cock felt inside me. I wanted him so badly now and always, and when I was finally reunited with him I planned to fuck him until neither one of us could so much as lift a hand. I wanted to make our three years of forced celibacy up to him, to show him he’d made the right choice in waiting for me – I could feel my pussy tingling with heat as I chalked the intricate lines of the summoning circle. Lost in thoughts of Daniel, I didn’t realize at first that I’d made several important mistakes.
My first mistake had been made while drawing the summoning circle: a tiny gap in the chalk line, unnoticed.
My second mistake was in my choice of herbs for the burnt offering: caraway is for protection, but as Rowan had always repeated to me, the summoner’s mindset directs the meaning of the offering. Caraway seeds are for protection and lust, and my mind was on other things as I set them alight: heat and sweat and my sweet Daniel, whose touch I had been denied during my purification.
My third mistake was that I faltered when the incubus rose up from the circle. His eyes were yellow and inhuman, like a wolf or a snake, but he was dark–skinned and broad–shouldered like my Daniel, and I hesitated in my reach for the sage.
“Why have you brought me here, lady?”
“You aren’t the one I called for. Go back.” My voice was firm, but I didn’t move to banish him: my eyes were on his body, firm demon flesh unconcealed. The small room felt warmer, somehow, and I felt heat begin to rise in my face.
The incubus smiled at me with warmth that seemed genuine, and stepped forward across the circle that I had thought would hold him. I jolted back in shock, my fear showing for the first time, but he reached out and touched my face with a sharp–nailed hand.
“You know as well as I do that what you want is what you get from a summoning, not what you’ve planned, pretty lady.” In one more movement he closed the gap between us. I could feel his cock pressing against my leg through the fabric of my dress, and my stomach swooped strangely. It had been so long since I had lain with a man, but I was so close to being with my Daniel again…
As if he were reading my mind, the incubus interrupted my thoughts by speaking.
“You’re lonely, and you’re afraid that you’re not good enough for your man anymore. I can see it in you. You don’t know if you can please him, it’s been so long. I can fix all of that for you; it’s why you called me.” As he spoke, he nudged my head up with his hand, forcing me to make eye contact with him. His yellow eyes were as alien and as hungry as ever.
I felt as I imagine a rabbit must feel when it meets a fox.
I can’t betray Daniel like this, but the test is already nearly lost – more than anything I can’t return home in disgrace. I blink hard, and my face twists into a scowl.
“Go back to where you came from – I have no need of you, devil.”