She cleared her throat. "Vivian, thank you for coming. You can call me Ardis. In fact," she said, more confident now, "I insist."
Vivian's head dipped shyly. "Okay, Ardis." She was walking closer to her, now only a few feet away. "What should I...be doing?"
Ardis scolded herself silently for not giving directions beforehand, and for not being prepared for her attraction to this woman. "It's very simple. I'm going to build a fire, add some elements, then perform a ritual."
"Ritual?" The other woman looked nervous now.
"A chant, followed by a small cut over your heart. I'll take blood from there, and then we have to seal the spell. By...sharing each other," Ardis finished awkwardly. "We'll feel the power difference, and I'll be able to perform the banishing spell. "
Vivian was sitting on a tree stump to Ardis' right, nodding sagely as if she'd done this before.
The witch felt unsure. "Is this okay?"
"Yes."
Ardis waited for more. Vivian smiled, but said nothing.
"Vivian, I have to ask, you understand that this could go wrong and you could die? From the life energy leaving your body so suddenly?" Again the woman nodded. "Why are you so calm?"
Her smile grew wider. "I know I'm a Booster. My mother was a witch, but she was...she's not around anymore. But she told me that if I ever had the chance, I should try to help a good witch, if I could. Because it would be worth it."
Ardis was twirling the ends of her red hair between two fingers, a nervous habit. Now she stopped, relieved. "So you do know the dangers." She paused, heart racing suddenly. "And the..rewards?"
Vivian stood and moved until she could place a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Besides saving the children, become a witch too. Or, uncover my power, I guess I should say." The knowing smile was back. "Also, you bring out a very...interesting reaction in me. "
Ardis waited a full ten seconds before speaking, because she simply couldn't. "Oh," she said simply.
If they didn't die in the process, this could be the best decision she'd ever made.
Ardis had warned the town to stay at least a mile away from the church. The building was on the edge of town, so this wasn't difficult. After an hour, the fire had been built, sprinkled with herbs, the chant chanted, and the two women were naked, staring at each other over the flames.
"Are you ready?" Ardis whispered. Her eyes were on Vivian's breasts, small and round, before eyeing her wide hips. She could see the curve of her ass in the shadow of the fire.
"Yes." Vivian breathed the word. Her own eyes combed over Ardis' slim frame, and wild mass of curly red pubic hair. She held an arm out over the fire.
Ardis took her hand immediately, and pulled her through the fire. The flames were enchanted, cod on her skin, but the move still started her. Soon fear shone in her eyes as Ardis held out her small silver knife, but she didn't pause before placing it over her left breast and making a small cut. Blood welled to the surface instantly, and Vivian started to breathe heavily, as if she'd been running. Ardis murmured a few words under her breath, felt the power in her body swell and stir; then, hungrily, she placed her lips over the cut.
Vivian screamed and arched her back. A spark had quickly turned to an explosion; Ardis had awoken her power even more easily than she'd anticipated. The woman's eyes glowed gold, and the startled look on Vivian's face told Ardis hers were doing the same.
"Please," she begged.
Ardis knew the question without having to be asked.
She pushed Vivian backwards, relishing her startled cry. Sealing spells usually meant some blood and maybe a dead thing, never anything this fun. The woman landed in a bed of leaves Ardis had gathered. She knelt in front of her, then seemed to remember herself; her hand darted toward the flames, came back with her thumb covered in a golden brown sap. She brushed it across Vivian's lips, then moaned as the woman sucked a finger into her mouth.
"Honey," Vivian purred. It pushed Ardis over the edge.
Her lips attacked Vivian's, nibbling at her lower lip before slipping her tongue into her hot mouth to taste her more deeply. She felt hands in her hair, and she reciprocated, fingering Vivian's curls as the woman panted and kissed her desperately. Her body was so warm, she forgot the fire was enchanted, and nearly moved to roll away from it. Vivian stopped her.
"I want to see you." She pulled back and gazed up at Ardis, hands moving to cup her ass. She spread her legs until Ardis was nestled perfectly between then, and Ardis felt her clit tingle. She bucked her hips against the other woman instinctively, trailing her fingers across Vivian's stiff brown nipples until the woman started to buck back. They were both dripping wet, breathing so loudly and raggedly that she was afraid they'd pass out.
Ardis dipped down again to kiss Vivian, then trailed kisses down her neck, as she'd fantasized about earlier. She stopped and sucked her nipple, then nipped them both lightly with her teeth, bringing sharp cries of joy from Vivian, who positioned her body so her pussy was grinding against Ardi's thigh. She wanted more, but Ardis wanted to draw it out. She found herself kneeling again, this time between her legs, gazing up at Vivian's beautiful face while her thighs were spread wide. She looked down at her wetness, marveling at how she could provoke such a reaction. Then she touched lips lightly to Vivian's clit.
Another explosion. The sensitive nub seemed to quiver under her lips, and Ardis flicked across it with her tongue. Vivian was now pulling on her hair.
"Ardis! Stop teasing, please. I'm going to burn up," she whimpered.
Ardis was already back to work, rolling her tongue around her clit and rendering the other woman incapable of speech. She traced shapes until her tongue was tired, juices trickling from the other woman as she massaged her clit relentlessly. Ardis pushed a finger into Vivian's opening, and this caused her to buck harder.
"Make me come," Vivian begged.
Ardis couldn't wait. She plunged two fingers into her pussy, slowly, and Vivian nearly screamed.
"Gods," Ardis muttered. Vivian's body was bathed in light from the fire, and she looked otherworldly. Her body trembled as Ardis' fingers glided in and out of her pussy, hooking slightly to push against her G Spot. Ardis took one hand and began fingering her own clit, rapid fire strokes that were feeding the flames of desire slowly consuming her body. Vivian's hips pushed against her hand, now in rhythm with her, moaning and clutching at her breasts. Ardis' thumb was massaging her clit as she fingered her, gazing into her eyes when they weren't closed in ecstasy.
Suddenly Ardis found herself being pulled upwards; the woman was grabbing her shoulders, then her waist, then her ass. Ardis understood.
She placed her knees on either side of Vivian's head and lowered herself as the woman brought her mouth hungrily upwards.
Ardis started to see stars as soon as Vivian's tongue hit her sex; her fingers were digging into the flesh of her ass, holding her in place as her tongue began to rhythmically explore Ardis' pussy. She was riding wave after wave of pleasure, looking down at the mop of curly brown hair attached to the head whose mouth was now licking viciously between her legs. Vivian's hand reached up to manipulate her breasts, and the other hand slipped a wet finger into her ass. Ardis was surprised, but the discomfort gave way to pleasure soon. An orgasm was building, but she desperately wanted Vivian to come with her. She angled her hips forward, and Vivian's tongue wildly increased speed and pressure, sucking the air out of Ardis' lungs as she arched her back. She reached behind her to slip a finger into Vivian's velvety walls, then two, matching her pace with the bucking of her own hips.
Vivian was moaning as she circled her lover's clit, sucking the sensitive spot into her mouth briefly and rolling the tip of her tongue slowly back and forth. She seemed near release, and her eyes were glimmering by the yellow flames dancing beside them. Ardis dismounted suddenly. Vivian looked a question at her.
"I want you to come with me," Ardis gasped, positioning herself between the woman's legs so their thighs were locked together, and
their hot, wet lips pressed against each other. Ardis cried out as she began slowly rocking her hips against Vivian's clits, grasping her thighs, raking her fingernails over the soft flesh of her supple ass.
"Ardis! I'm so close," Vivian's eyes burned into hers, pushing back against the motion of her hips frantically, sending shocks of pleasure radiating outward from her clit. Ardis leaned over to kiss her again, and she could taste herself, and the lingering sticky sweetness of honey. She felt hands on her breasts, massaging firmly, thumbs running over her nipples deliciously and sending shivers down their spines. They were building burning, screaming wildly into the night ow. Nothing has felt so intense, and Ardis closed her teeth on Vivian's bottom lip roughly as she kissed her, pounding into her with every ounce of strength she could muster. Then Vivian's fingers were in her hair again and she was screaming wordlessly. Ardis shouted a few words---she nearly forgot the end the ritual---and a burst of intense pleasure wiped everything else from her world.
When her vision faded back into place, Vivian's eyes were fixed on hers, mouth hanging open, and breasts heaving. Ardis fell sideways, spent in more ways than one.
She felt a gentle kiss on her cheek, then her lips. The fire was still roaring, and she felt its heat now that the magic had done its job. Slowly, in trickles of tingles, her power returned to her. Soon after that, she was fighting to keep still as more energy than she'd ever imagined she could hold was coursing through her body.
Vivian was dressed now, sitting silently by the fire and watching her. Ardis wanted badly to stay with her, but she needed to move while the magic still had her.
Without a word, she held a finger up to indicate she would only be a moment. That wasn't true, but she had a feeling Vivian would wait for her as long as it took.
Four hours later, she was clambering through moss and bramble, dragging a dead rabbit and chanting. She was nearly done drawing the banishing circle, and the thing was thankfully still sleeping. After walking the wide circle, she waked to the middle with largest chunk of quartz from the fire. It was blessed, and it warmed as she placed it on the earth and spoke into it. She felt power surge through the earth, and the creature stirred, opening its single, furious eye with many shadlow limbs beginning to curl in the dark room it inhabited. She could feel the creature starting to move, and a thrill of fear shot through her, but almost instantly it exploded into a shower of as.
What?
She stood and looked around her, expecting someone to rush out and ambush her. This had to be a trap, and a larger monster had to be in wait.
Minutes passed, and Ardis' muscles were clenched and sore. Finally, she had to accept that the rush of power was just stronger than expected. But how could that be possible? No human could hold that much power inside and live.
She begun to move swiftly through the forest. She was trying to puzzle through what just happened. She remembered her mother's spell book, and its scrawls in the margins, sometimes with lines drawn through sections, as f it were a correction. She'd read the section on power a million times. You could double your power, sometimes triple it with the right donors. But this felt as if her power had been squared.
Then she remembered the shock of power when she'd touched Vivian's hands. A succubus can be borne if sufficient magik is mingled, between human and Dormant.
Dormant. The old word for Booster.
Ardis was a succubus now.
--THE END--
Five Years of Suppressed Desires
Samuel left for abroad after their high school graduation. He worked as a volunteer in South America for five years before deciding to return home. Upon returning home, nostalgia had hit him, he was reminded of every single detail regarding the place and people he used to interact with before leaving. He noticed some had not changed.
One day, he was bored and decided to go downtown to a bar, a place where he and his classmates used to hang out to back then. By seeing many people, he recalled his hidden desires with his boy classmates. To his surprise, he saw some of his former classmates in the billiards area of the bar. He would then meet someone familiar. Someone he had a crush on back in high school.
What would you do to alleviate a desire being hidden in five years? Samuel figured it out.
What happens next is every gay's wish.
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Samuel was standing in his mother's yard and stared across the fields around the rear of the property. He had looked at the section of woods from the south and west then the barn that was standing behind their house and thought of how they had not changed in the five years he was away. None of them had changed, he told himself as he was driving home from an overseas charity work. Samuel had driven down to his hometown after he had spent seventeen hours of flying and sitting on airports. When he got home, he saw the convenience store still using the faded sign over the old windows, one side still taped in a corner, he saw the church they used to attend to with his parents, the small park and the cemetery nearby, all seemed unchanged. It as if every area had been sealed inside a glass waiting on his return to open it up.
Samuel walked out to the back door and climbed up in a loft then stood there for a while so that he could see for miles around. He watched the neighbor's crop duster across the field, flying back and forth while releasing its spray in the ground. He saw his father running a tractor to the east, a trail of dust swirled in the wind before settling back to the ground. His father seemed like struggling, and as he watched him, he remembered what it had been like five years ago when he struggled with his feelings and the desires he had toward some other guy. He remembered how he immediately tried to find a way to get away so he signed up for a charity group and left for abroad quickly. It had been good and rewarding, his five years in South America, building small homes for poor families, helping feed the hungry in feeding programs and a lot of other jobs that kept him very busy. Through his charity work, he was able to stop dwelling on the things that had brought him there in the first place. But now, not that he is back, it seemed like those things are about to come back to him.
Samuel remembered his high school years and how he masked himself and pretended to be someone else to secretly look at some other guys, with desires and feeling he could not otherwise express. Most of the time he found it easy to suppress and set aside his feelings, in the P.E class, it had been very difficult. He recalled stealing looks at some of his boy classmates and watched them take a shower after their P.E class game, the way the shower spray trickled down their masculine and teenage bodies and how it frightened him.
He sat down on a chair located at the edge of the loft, his left foot was dangling over the side as he was watching his father, then the angle of the sun as it slowly faded on the western horizon. Samuel then considered his next move. He was able to enroll at a University while he was abroad and now, an acceptance letter was laying on his bed together with the forms and documents he needed to fill out till next week. He felt like he did not want to continue and run away again, but he reminded himself again that this was all for his future. Going to the University would give him the chance to achieve his dream of becoming a civil engineer, a career choice he was aware of that could bring him in areas much more developed, some place where people were developing and building a community, a city or a town, some place away from his hometown.
The surrounding slowly became darker as the sun light quickly diminished upon setting and Samuel watched his parents pull out the car to drive to the church function he never had any desire to attend. Samuel then grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans and headed toward the small town fourteen miles away. It was the place where he had hung out with his friends and high school classmates, the only nearby town with a cinema and a few restaurants where teenagers could hang out. Though, tonight, he was aware that it was the only town with a bar.
In the bar, he noticed that the parking lot was nearly full with SUV's and new cars and Samuel could hear the loud country music from the inside as he approached the entrance. T
he place was very busy inside and it felt more crowded because of its low ceilings and dim lighting. He scanned the places and rooms to get his bearings because he had never been there before, he quickly saw the layout. The main sitting area in the middle, the bar along the right wall and an open area near the back. Samuel assumed that those who would like to dance would end up along the left open area with few tables, each crowded with people watching or playing.
He went toward the bar, ignoring the voice he heard calling him across the left side.
"Samuel! Samuel Cruz! You holy bastard, when did you get back into town?"
Samuel turned toward the voice; he recognized the voice immediately because it was an old high school classmate, Jonathan.
"A few days ago" he replied. Samuel pointed to the bar to let Jonathan know he was going to get a shot before coming over to the pool table where Jonathan was playing. As the barista pulled the alcoholic drink he ordered from a refrigerator and removed the cap off the bottle, Samuel stared in the mirror to look at Jonathan playing pool.
Samuel had a crush on many guys back in high school and Jonathan was one of them. Even in school Jonathan had a body that was nicely curved, tall and muscular. Jonathan had obvious muscles and the pecs over his stomach would be visual when he exerted himself, especially when he had been working out in the gym, while most of his classmates had chests that were almost flat. Samuel recalled of all the times he had just watched Jonathan, even in a classroom he would watch Jonathan flex an arm or the way a tight t-shirt revealed Jonathan's upper body and he was reminded all the times Jonathan would stretch his arms over his head causing his t-shirt to be pulled up, revealing his stomach.
As what Samuel saw, Jonathan was more masculine now. Jonathan's body was like that of a man, fully developed with the roundness of muscle over his upper torso and arms and when Jonathan moved around the pool table Samuel looked at the way his fitted jeans rounded out at the ass showing its form. Samuel paid for his beer and went across the bar toward the group around the pool table Jonathan was playing and realized there were three other former classmates standing in the group. Samuel moved into the group, greeted those he knew and introduced himself to the ones he was not familiar of.
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