She laughed, pretending it was a joke, but there was a panicked edge to it.
“That’s one kink I never thought I’d ever be able to tick off the list.”
She had a bunch, some just as depraved, some rather...dark, but she was pretty ecstatic that this was the one she’d gotten to do.
She bit her lip when she spotted her dress in tatters, not upset by it when the reward had been last night. “I’m so glad I messed up the summoning spell.”
Who would want a pretty incubus when they could be railed near to death by Mr Tentacles?
A little giggle flittered out of her as she remembered the cute way he’d deflated, or the little trilling growls he’d made. Her overworked, swollen cunt spasmed at how hot his semen had been, and she pushed her fingers against her slit and split them so she could watch it still leaking from her.
“That was amazing. I don’t even care that it appears I’ve lost the use of my legs right now.”
Or that she was so tired from barely getting a wink of sleep she wanted nothing more than to curl into a coma. She picked up her phone to check the time.
6:07 a.m.
Some of her joy deflated out of her.I wish I could rely on Kaylee and take the day off, but I know that woman won’t wake, not even for an earthquake.The world could be imploding, or there could be zombies clawing at her window, and she wouldn’t wake for a single text or phone call.
The woman literally had to get her roommate, who just so happened to be her best friend, to wake her every morning. She didn’t mind, apparently finding humour in nearly booting her out of bed every morning while still brushing her teeth.
And Hank lost his keys again, and I keep forgetting to get new ones cut.
“I guess I’d better get up and get ready to open the café at eight.”
Just as she went to stand up completely buck naked, she noted her ritual blade had been stabbed into the ground next to the symbol he’d drawn with charcoal.
“His... name.” She wiggled the dagger’s point from the floorboard and pulled it out. “Is this his way of saying he wants me to call on him again?”
Her cheeks warmed, and her pesky pussy spasmed wildly in joy at the idea, clapping for him and the great job he’d done.
She was glad he’d made that known because the temptation was so real.
Cheeks flushed with renewed arousal and a shy blush, she placed her hands down to her left and went to push up on wobbly legs.
There, in the mixture of charcoal dust and seed, was a handprint far too large and inhuman to be hers. Skylar gasped and shuffled back in surprise.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” she whispered, her eyes bouncing over its five fingers that had been obviously tipped with claws. She looked down at her own hands, just to besureshe didn’t accidentally make it, but she knew she hadn’t.
And Mr Tentacles didn’t have hands. Or a face. Or even a body.
“Did something escape the magic circle while I wasn’t looking?” Something big, and evil? “Is that even possible?”
It was times like this she wished her dad was still alive to answer her questions, but he’d died when she was young and left her and her mother alone. Skylar had known from birth she was a witch, but it was hard to learn it on her own without any guidance – as he’d left his coven to be with her mum.
It’s why she often felt confused and ignorant about her witchcraft, no matter that she spent all her life studying it. Finding new grimoires was a losing battle, despite her frequent attempts using spells of detection magic.
She’d never met another witch in all her life, no matter how much she’d tried.
Gaping at the big handprint that was twice the size of her own, she pursed her lips in thought. “Maybe Mr Tentacles made it?”
Had he been holding her during her first alarm?
“I did feel an arm over me, and a hand, but that could have been his limb-splitting thing.” Shoving her hands into her hair, she yanked on the suspiciously sticky strands with a grunting squeal. “Ugh! I don’t know, and I don’t have time for this!”
She had to get ready for work, and considering she had cum everywhere – including in her damn hair – she was going to need an everything shower.
It takes me over an hour and a half to get ready most mornings.
