Sylvia, a Witch, and a Demon

She also placed a hand back between Rochelle's legs, feeling the heat coming from just behind the thin layer of her panties. She cupped and rubbed at her, then slipped her fingers inside her panties and caressed Rochelle's wet pussy.

"Ooooh, oh yeah," moaned Rochelle at the feeling, her hips thrusting forward the tiniest amount as Sylvia's fingers stroked at her clit. Rochelle gripped the back of the couch with both hands as Sylvia stopped kissing her tits, looked down, and pulled her panties completely off. The young woman brought her face to the Witch's hot opening and started kissing and licking, lips so soft, her tongue so skilled, delicate and gentle one moment, forceful and strong the next, learning Rochelle's body and what she responded to the most.

"Fuck!" Rochelle gasped. "Oh, White Moon, that's good!"

Sylvia looked up at her and asked, "Is there a whole set of Witch vocab I'm going to have to learn or something?"

Rochelle let out a half laugh, half gasp. "Just keep going, you vixen," she said and put a hand on the back of Sylvia's head as she licked at her pussy some more.

On her knees, Sylvia licked and kissed at Rochelle's clit for a few seconds more, then started rubbing with her fingers as well and slipped her middle finger upwards inside of Rochelle's pussy.

"Oh, yes! That feels great, Sylvia," Rochelle said, her eyes shut tight. Sylvia traced another finger around Rochelle's opening.

"You want more?" she asked sweetly, her index finger gently starting to probe in.

"Yeah, do it!" Rochelle said and moaned higher as Sylvia started finger fucking her with her pointer and middle fingers, all the while working her mouth around her stiff, soaking wet bud.

"Uh, yes! That's it! Like that! Yeah!" Rochelle started vocalizing louder as Sylvia played her body. For the next few minutes, Rochelle moaned and cried out as she was brought higher and higher in pleasure. Her legs lost strength, trembling as she leaned against the couch with Sylvia beneath her.

"Ah! I'm nearly there," Rochelle shouted as Sylvia thrust and curled her fingers inside of her. "Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Sylvia held her technique steady, giving Rochelle exactly what she needed to push past any barriers and cum hard.

"Oh, Syl! Yes!" she wailed and her legs hugged Sylvia's body, trapping her head tightly within her thighs as she came.

"AAAAH!" Rochelle burst out, then, "Oh! Oh! Uhhhh!"

She shook and whimpered as her orgasm rolled through her, Sylvia's mouth still held fast against her pussy by the vice-like grip of her legs. Gradually, she let go, her breathing slowing.

She leaned forward off the couch with shaky legs as Sylvia stood up and gently stroked her face, smiling. Rochelle beamed back and leaned in, kissing Sylvia and throwing her arms around her shoulders.

Sylvia broke the kiss by backing away. Behind her was the open doorway to her bedroom and she walked backwards into it without looking, slow and sultry.

"Come on in here, babe," said Sylvia seductively, holding her hand out for Rochelle to take. She led the Witch into her room, turning on a lamp for a low light and laid back invitingly on her bed. Rochelle came down on top of her, kissing Sylvia deeper with every second that passed.

"Get me naked," Sylvia told Rochelle, who sat up and took her hands. Rochelle pulled Sylvia to a sitting position and ran her hands over the front of her bra, then the back. She unclasped it and pulled it from Sylvia's body, tossing it to the side where it fluttered through the air.

Sylvia's tits stood out as she proudly thrust her chest forward, hypnotizing Rochelle. Her breasts were absolutely alluring, her light brown nipples hard at the front of her full and bouncy rack. The silver chain and pendant charm of her necklace only enhanced the pull of attraction for Rochelle as it draped over a breast, accentuating its curves.

Leaning in to taste, Rochelle took one breast, then the other in her mouth, sucking gently. She grabbed both tits at once and pressed them together, forcing Sylvia's nipples close to touching to suck on them in one go.

"Mmm, that's nice," she cooed as Rochelle buried her face, then she giggled, shaking her tits with a little shimmy as they got played with.

"You can bite on them if you want," suggested Sylvia. "I really like that."

Rochelle moaned appreciatively and started using her teeth, grazing and biting at Sylvia's tits and nipples.

Crying out in sexy joy at the sensation, Sylvia rolled and moved her body, grinding against the bed and against Rochelle.

"I want your mouth on me," she said breathing hard, and thrust her hips up suggestively. Rochelle clamped a nipple in her mouth one last time and pulled away, stretching the sensitive nub and lifting Sylvia's breast up until she was too far and it popped from her mouth. She scooted down the bed and quickly took Sylvia's panties off, then leaned down and started eating her out like she was starving.

"Oh yeah, that's good, baby. That's a good little Witch," moaned Sylvia as Rochelle lapped at her soaking cleft, eager to please. For long, sensual minutes, she worked away at her clit, circling it, moving up and down as Sylvia laid back and played with her own tits. Rochelle would stroke the inside of Sylvia's thighs, then lightly scratch with her nails and make Sylvia shudder. The stimulation was driving Sylvia crazy as she felt Rochelle's fingers penetrate her and start moving inside.

"Oh yeah, really give it to me!" she demanded and Rochelle's muffled affirmative "MmmHmm," answered her. Fingers were pumping in and out of her snatch hard and fast, tongue and lips were stroking and batting her clit.

"Fuck yeah, babe! Gonna cum!" Sylvia managed to breathlessly shout and an instant later her body exploded in climax as she came hard and long.

She came back to the moment, Rochelle leaning over her and then settling beside her on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" asked Rochelle.

"Absolutely great, you?"

"Very happy."

"Yeah?" asked Sylvia, smiling and looking at her new lover, taking in her body. God, Rochelle was so sexy reclined next to her. Legs crossed over hers, Rochelle's tits were positioned attractively as she leaned sideways on an elbow. Her stomach smooth and flat with a beautiful dip of a belly button. A bit of her hair fell in front of one eye.

"Are you up for any more fun?" asked Sylvia hopefully as she leaned in and started kissing along Rochelle's neck and chest.

"Aaah, well, you're certainly doing great work at putting me in the mood," squealed Rochelle as Sylvia kissed her and her hands started to roam.

"Do you like toys?" Sylvia asked naughtily and rolled over to her nightstand. She opened the bottom drawer and looked back at Rochelle, crooking a finger to come see what was inside. Rochelle made her way across the bed next to Sylvia, admiring her ass on the way. Inside the drawer was a modest collection of dildos and vibrators. Sylvia gave Rochelle a wink.

"Pick one out and I'll use it on you," she told Rochelle.

"Oh," she said as she looked at the instruments, then eagerly chose a

rubbery, medium sized coral colored dildo with a few ridges near the tip.

"Good choice," said Sylvia holding out her hand for the toy. Rochelle offered it to her.

"Now a final decision," continued Sylvia digging in the back of the drawer. Her hand emerged holding onto a harness of black straps and buckles.

"Want me to do you hand powered...or strap-on?" asked Sylvia, holding the straps in one hand and the toy in the other, moving them up and down like she was mock weighing the choices on a scale.

Rochelle gazed wide eyed at the straps, then looked Sylvia in the eyes and said meekly, "Strap-on."

Sylvia smirked and said, "I was hoping you'd say that."

Standing at the bedside and stepping into the straps, Sylvia pulled up the contraption and buckled it, then attached the dildo to the small, flat panel on the front. Rochelle crawled back to the middle of the bed, stopping on her stomach and raised her butt up into the air, her upper body low to the mattress, arms stretching out far in front of her.

Sylvia climbed behind her and began feeling Rochelle's legs and ass, rubbing all over her lower body. She started stroking Rochelle's pussy from behind, her other hand gently petting her back and her ass.

Moving a few inches forward, Sylvia introduced her strap-on to Rochelle's lower lips, sliding across, pushing, tapping lightly. She teased her for minutes until Rochelle was moaning in anticipation. Then she pushed her way in.

"Oohh, fuck," sighed Rochelle in relief as Sylvia finally penetrated her. She started thrusting into her pussy in small amounts, withdrawing and then inserting more until Rochelle was enjoying the whole length of her toy.

"I bet that feels good, huh?" said Sylvia as she grabbed the Witch's hips and guided her along the shaft.

"Ye- yes," breathed Rochelle. "It's really nice!"

"How do you want it next?" asked Sylvia.

"Mmm, keep fucking me like this," said Rochelle. "Then speed up and do me fast."

Sylvia worked Rochelle's pussy with the strap-on, thrusting in and out, tending to her and taking care of her. As Rochelle's moans became longer, Sylvia started to increase the speed of her hips. She kept Rochelle pleasured, tempo quickening by degrees until she was being fucked by Sylvia at an urgent pace. Rochelle's breasts were swinging under her, brushing along the sheets of the bed. Sylvia's own tits bounced while she drove her hips forward again and again, absolutely loving the sights and sounds Rochelle was providing.

As their fucking grew wilder, Slyvia was struck with a novel idea.

"Rochelle?" she started to ask and the short haired woman looked back at her.

"Would you happen to know any sexy spells?"

Still being fucked, Rochelle smiled, nodded, and slid her right hand down the sheets. She touched her pussy for a few moments, then brought her hand up and put her middle and ring fingers in her mouth. With her own wetness and saliva on her fingers, she streaked her wet fingers down her other palm.

Suddenly there were tiny popping sounds all around them, like the crackling of wood in a campfire. Hundreds of violet sparks appeared around the two women then zoomed in like fireflies, settling atop Sylvia and Rochelle's skin. The lights dusted over them, concentrating their numbers over their most responsive areas, between their legs, across their chests and necks, their scalps, their lips, their thighs, upper arms and shoulders.

Where each bit of smoldering magic touched her, Sylvia felt a curious sensation on her skin. It felt like the air had turned fizzy like carbonated soda, with thousands of microbubbles swirling around, brushing and popping on her skin. The feeling of being enveloped by a gentle cyclone of bubbles took Sylvia's breath away.

She thrust faster for Rochelle as the purple lights on her skin stimulated her body everywhere at once. The glowing around her breasts and her pussy was much brighter where the lights gathered in greater density, and their effects were stronger, feeling more like vibration. Sylvia felt the impending orgasm building within herself, listening to Rochelle be teased by the magic the same way. They rocked into each other for a blissful few minutes, covered and glowing beautifully. Finally crying out together in release, they came.

After, the two lay together, spooning under the covers. Sylvia had let Rochelle borrow some pajamas and they now held each other, drifting to sleep in the lateness of the night.

--

In the morning, Sylvia woke Rochelle with a kiss on the neck and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. The two young women chatted and laughed as they spent the morning together, already so comfortable in the other's company.

They saw each other regularly over the next month, spending happy days and hot nights together. Sylvia always asked a variety of questions, how certain spells worked, how to find accurate information on Arcane rituals. She was slowly forming her own plan for how to obtain her own magic power. She kept her questions to Rochelle miscellaneous, never following a train of thought directly. Some questions were merely topics she was curious about, but some were tied to her plan imperatively. Rochelle was happy to answer them all.

"Once you claim your magic," Rochelle said in one of their early days, "the nearest Coven, mine, will know. They will send a Witch to you with an invitation. When you come to us, the Head Witch will have a task for you. You then complete the favor and get to join. You'll be among women like you, strong, ambitious. We do much to alter the state of the world in our favor."

Sylvia spent the month researching the occult. From Rochelle's guidance, she knew she needed an item with at least a tiny bit of magic imbued in it to start any ritual that would grant her power. That much was easy she realized one day. She had found a single hair from Rochelle on her pillow after their first night together and kept it. The residual magic in the Witch's hair would jump start the ritual and Sylvia had further ideas on how to sustain it. It was hours and hours of painstaking research, checking, and double checking before Sylvia was confident. There couldn't be any mistake in her preparations. She would be gambling with her very body, maybe her life.

On the next night she was alone, Rochelle busy with an errand from the Coven, Sylvia performed the ritual. She cleared all the furniture and rugs from her living room, leaving it an open space. For hours, she painted on the floor by candlelight, runes and symbols in combinations as she created a summoning circle. She further enhanced it as the night progressed, marking wards and fields of containment. Her work on the circle finally ended and she started painting marks on her own body until script and shapes covered her forearms from elbow to wrist.

It was the early hours of the morning when she was finally satisfied with her work. She placed a small wooden box outside the circle next to her and the tiny bottle that held Rochelle's hair in one of the nodes of the circle. The magic of her lover's hair would act as a battery for the ritual, which would hopefully become self sustaining as it progressed and the initial energy ran out.

Sylvia braced herself, uncorked the bottle, and tipped it upside down. The hair dropped out onto the symbol she had specifically made for it. The instant it touched the symbol there was a crackling of energy. A portal of nothingness opened momentarily in the center of the circle. Then literally, not figuratively, Hell broke loose.

An inhuman roaring assaulted Sylvia as something immediately emerged from the portal. She was ready, smearing one of the symbols in front of her with more paint, rendering it inert. The portal blinked out of existence, but what had come through was left behind.

The thing that was not from this world charged forward, but only made it one step before it collided with a barrier, rebounding and then hitting a wall of force behind it as well. With each impact, the paint on the floor pulsed with light and Sylvia triumphantly clenched her fists. She had designed the circle to absorb whatever force was expended in it, the paint was a special, hand-made concoction containing ingredients used in magical conduits. The structure of the summoning circle as well as the paint it was sketched with made it a perfect prison to summon a demon, which was exactly what Sylvia had achieved. The more it hammered away and strained against its bonds, the stronger the magical container would become.

Sylvia remained crouched as the thing in the room with her struck at the invisible walls between them, she watched it and then touched another symbol in front of her as the Demon rebelled against the circle. The arms and legs of it suddenly snapped straight out and it was held in the air in an X shape, faint beams of pale green power cuffing its limbs securely. Sylvia stood up and studied her prisoner.

The Demon was man shaped with dark green skin. He had red-orange, reptilian eyes and fangs instead of teeth. Thin and muscular, he strained against his bonds, but they were clearly too strong for him to break, and any more force he used would be soaked up by the circle and reapplied against him. He growled and snarled at Sylvia with hate in his face. If he eventually stopped struggling, yes, the circle would fail, but Sylvia didn't plan on the Demon being here that long.

Sylvia opened the wooden box and took out the dozen extra large needles that were inside. Each needle was four inches long had a three foot long piece of thread bound to its eyelet. They were tied together in pairs of two, a thread with a needle tied to each end. She held her breath and punctured the underside of her left wrist with three of the needles, parallel under the skin, the threaded ends pointing to her hand. She turned her arm and inserted three more needles on the top of her wrist, each one was perfectly in place amid the Arcane markings she had drawn on her arm.

She looked back at her Demon prisoner and approached him, the threads from her arm dangling down, the attached needles at the ends swinging freely. Usually, introducing any living thing or foreign object to a magic circle once it has been activated would completely dissipate it, but Sylvia had planned every step of this. The custom creation of her circle and the markings on her arms allowed Sylvia to move without consequence across the magical barriers.

She walked straight in front of the Demon and stared it down.

"You've got something I need," she said to it. "I want magic, and I'm going to take it from you."

The Demon roared out, sounding like a cross between an aggressively barking dog and a dragon.

"There's no need to be hostile," said Sylvia, looking up at the Demon where it hung suspended a few inches off the ground. She started unbuttoning the over sized shirt she was wearing with her right hand, her legs were bare and naked in the flickering light. The Demon watched her, no longer growling.

"We could just trade," Sylvia told it, voice dripping like honey as she let her shirt fall. She was nude underneath.

Sylvia glanced between the Demon's legs as what was there started to go erect. It wasn't like a man's cock. No, it had overlapping ridges and a pointed tip like an arrowhead. Sylvia's eyes widened as his cock hardened to a huge size, then she smirked and stepped even closer to the Demon. She stroked the underside of his member from base to tip with just one finger, extremely slowly. He throbbed in response, hardening completely and pointing straight up.

"So we have a deal?" she asked him. "I give you pleasure, I take what I need from you, then I send you back where you came from?"

He exhaled heavily through his nostrils and gave a low affirmative growl.

"Good boy," said Sylvia softly, and took his large, demonic cock in her hand. She started moving up and down slowly, squeezing his hardness. Opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, she let a strand of her saliva drip out and run down his cock where she rubbed it across its skin, lubricating her strokes. She began rubbing his cock across her tits, flicking her nipples with his shaft, then placed his cock between her breasts and cradled it there. He moaned in delight.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Sylvia gathered up the six needles dangling from her left arm. She held the pointed ends all together then jabbed them deep into the Demon's chest, right over his heart.

He screamed in pain and pulled at his bonds, looking at the thin pieces of metal protruding from his chest, then looking down at Sylvia with surprise.

"Shh, shh, shh," Sylvia said, caressing his chest with her left hand while her right went back to his inhuman cock. "It's okay, I promise. Just be a good little Demon and stay there."