She expected an arm – or maybe a pair of horns – to eventually emerge as she continued to chant. Perhaps even the dramatic roll of a back rippling with muscles before he stood tall to tower over her mortal form like an all-powerful, all-superior demonic creature of lust.
Instead, more limbs – far too many – kept coming.
Then Skylar ran out of words; she’d already repeated the incantation three times as required. The magic circle continuedto glow, as did the runic symbols in the candles, but the flames had snuffed out – showing the spell had ended.
She stared wide-eyed at thethingshe’d summoned. The weird, freaky, not-a-humanoid thing.
She wanted to say it looked like the bottom of an octopus that was entirely missing its head, but even that was wrong. The dozens of tentacles, all of different thicknesses and lengths, lacked any suckers, nor were they tapered into points. Their ends were rounded, like a dildo that was nothing but a blunt, featureless tube of vibration.
The limbs, she decided to call them, swayed gently.
They had a subtle luminescence to them, like glowsticks, and their electric blue was pretty and mesmerising.
Her shoulders deflated in disappointment.
“What the fuck did I summon?” she whispered, panicking as she leaned over to her grimoire. “I’m sure I did the spell correctly.”
Draw the circle. Carve the inscriptions in the candles, then light them. Begin the chant while drawing blood.Yes, everything was right. Yet her eyes slipped to the creature that very much wasn’t a handsome incubus with a raging hard-on ready to send her into mindless pound town.
The glowing limbs grabbed each of the candles, and she covered her head when she expected them to mindlessly start throwing things, like they were attached to a tempestuous beast. It merely picked them up and then put them back down near where she’d originally placed them.
“You’re not what I meant to summon,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears as the heat of her arousal and anticipation died. Going from such a high to an absolute low made her stomach tighten with disappointment and loss.
The swaying limbs seemed to...droopat her words, and she collected the grimoire. “I’m sorry. I’ll figure out how to send you back.”
A limb shot out and wrapped around her wrist, halting her from standing. Skylar squealed at how warm it was, and how firmly it held on as she tried to make it let go. She fell from her kneeling position to her backside, and it grabbed her ankle and yanked.
Not too hard, not enough to drag her to it, but enough to give her a fright. It quickly let go when it was obvious she was fretting, and it stole her grimoire instead!
She grabbed the other end of the book’s spine and pulled back, ensuring they played a game of tug-o’-war. It wrapped a different limb around one of her candles and placed in the crease of the open book suspended between them. It poked at the candle – or, rather, where she’d written her inscription.
When she did nothing but yank on the tome with grunts of determination, it picked up the candle again, and with a different limb, pointed to the inscription once more.
Skylar stopped and regarded it and what it was doing.Is it trying to communicate with me?Her gaze followed along its limb, noting the way it blatantly poked at the page like it was sentient and could read it.
When she curled her fingers around the candle, it let go so she could take it, and even helped her to gently place the grimoire on her lap.
“I don’t understand,” she admitted, looking between it, its many limbs, and her candle.
It proceeded to point at the writing in the grimoire and then to the inscription on the candle. Her skin grew cold when she realised what she’d done wrong.
“I carved them upside down?!” she yelled, before lifting onto her knees to grab another one, only to realise it was upside down as well.
It was the same for all seven, and Skylar covered her forehead because she couldn’t believe she’d done something so freaking stupid! But she’d been so excited, her mind foggy with horniness, that she’d been careless.
What if I summoned something truly evil?!
Her eyes widened, and she gaped at the tentacle monster. “Oh my god, you’re not evil, are you? It was an accident! I swear!”
A strange sound came from it, like a clicking trill that was too cute for what it was. She narrowed a glare at it.
“Did you just... laugh at me?”
A single limb rose to bob its blunted end at her in a semblance of a nod.
Blood boiling with chagrin and her cheeks heating with embarrassment, Skylar... gawked at it. She didn’t know what to do. Part of her wanted to dive in and tackle it so she could pummel it for rudely laughing at her misfortune; another part just wanted to have a bubble bath and cry in mortification.
She was still kind of horny. Then again... that seemed to have become her constant state of being these days. Regardless, she knew what sheshoulddo, and she sighed as her shoulders fell in defeat.
