She poked her head inside, just as a wrapper was tossed from her garbage bin. Then, a half-eaten piece of donut floated out of the bin, likely being held by the invisible creature, and it slipped to the ground. Bit by bit, little chunks were taken from the stale cinnamon deliciousness.
She backed away quietly, went to her alchemy workspace, and retrieved a single round glass spectacle with a silver chain dangling from it. Once more, she skulked to the kitchen, where she found the donut almost finished.
She lifted the monocle to her right eye, which revealed what it was.
“Ha! Got you!” she shouted, pointing to it as she rushed towards it.
The creature was furry, black, and long – like a ferret. It dropped the donut, bared its fangs as if making a sound she wasunable to hear, and ran past her. It grew more frantic, bouncing as it ran up the hallway when her footfalls thudded loudly as she gave chase.
Black, bat-like wings arched in aggression as the long vermin sprinted, while its triple tail with glowing red ends wiggled in the air. It had horns, and the tapered tips elongated when long ombre limbs formed and glowed red at the ends. It turned to her, baring its horn tendrils, and parted its fangs on another roar or hiss she couldn’t hear.
Its claws scuttled on the wooden floor – the only noise she could hear from it.
It got so upset with her chasing it that it went to nip at her big toe, only to war-dance backwards. Its horn tendrils touched the ground, and a red magic circle burst to life. It darted into it and disappeared.
Now that it was gone, terrified and terrorised by a mighty Skylar and her magic monocle, she stood in the hallway huffing.
Okay. So a black ferret with tentacles, horns, and wings has been haunting me.Not quite the evil, malicious ghost she’d first been expecting. She waited to hear if it was still around before letting out a sigh of relief.It’s gone, at least for now.
She went to her grimoire to work out what it was, but like Mr Tentacles, she found nothing on it. It didn’t appear to be a vicious pixie or imp, or any kind of demon. Just a little creature being a nuisance.
After cleaning up the small mess it’d made in the kitchen, she decided that she was too pent up and exhilarated to read.
I feel like a shower.Picking up garbage after walking to and from the café had that effect on her.
As she stripped and then hopped inside the glass cubicle, she pondered over her mystery visitor.It had limbs like Mr Tentacles.Not blue, but red ones.It’s definitely his fault.
She quickly scrubbed her body. And just as she went to put her face under the water and clean away her make-up, she halted.If he left it... I’ll have to tell him to stop.
Which meant summoning him.
The water hitting her body suddenly felt harsh against her hardening nipples. Her pussy clenched in response to the mereideaof meeting him again.
Skylar not only didn’t wash her face, she fixed her make-up once she was out of the shower.
I’m not angry.She really wasn’t. More confused than anything.And I have been trying to figure out an excuse to summon him,she admitted, grabbing a set of sleepwear from her black chest of drawers.
Her bedroom had an ornate, gothic bedframe with corner posts, and the mattress was covered in dark royal-purple sheets and doona covers. Her walls were hand-painted black, with picture frames of beautiful cathedrals, skulls and roses, and anything she found on the internet she thought would be pretty to frame.
Much of her furniture matched the aesthetic, including a set of medieval candelabras. Any guy she’d ever had over who wasn’t alternative like her was often creeped out by the near-vampiric décor style of her house.
Not that she knew whether vampires existed or not.
The window looked over her backyard, and an array of spooky trinkets she’d found, like bones, odd-shaped crystals, and strange rings, were placed along its sill.
Her black shorts had little stars and moons on them, and they matched the tank she pulled over her head, almost shivering when it abraded her nipples. She usually wore underwear and a bra underneath, but she didn’t want them in the way.
Because... if she intended to summon Mr Tentacles and ask if what was happening was his fault, she knew she’d easily falter if sex was on the table.
Is it weird that I’m this excited?She basicallyskippedto her workspace.Don’t know, don’t care!
Thrumming with anticipation, she drew the magic circle on the ground, grabbed new candles, and did the inscriptions upside down. After copying his name in the centre of the circle to call him specifically, she knelt in front of it while grasping her blade and paused.
Not because she was nervous, but because setting up the summoning spell had felt like the strangest game of foreplay.Maybe I should have worn underwear.Her sleep shorts clung to her wet pussy, and it was a little uncomfortable, but when she wriggled her hips side to side and the hard seam rubbed over her aching clit, her eyelids fluttered.
She was horny and so ready she considered summoning him while kneeling over the circle just so they could get started straight away.I wonder if he’d mind?
No, she had to ask about the weird ferret creature first! That was her whole reason for summoning him. Kind of... not really.
