In fact, they've explicitly instructed against it. Summoning circles must always be empty. To leave room for what you call forth...and to make sure you don't accidentally leave yourself open to possession.
"Little familiars for little witches." The hellhound's combined voice explains. "Rules. Restrictions.Lies. They want you to summon only what is safe and easy. They keep from you what is yours by right."
My dorm room has become impossibly warm. I can feel my clothes drying while I'm still wearing them. I tug on the starchy collar of my shirt, undoing a button to make it a little easier to breathe.
"They won't share the secrets of pleasure magic. Or the power in blood magic. Not yet, for your fellow little witches. Never, for you."
Their smiles grow bigger, and words drip sweeter, as their voices break off into two again.
"But you, Seth Grimshaw, are no simple witch."
"You are special."
That's the first compliment I've gotten since embracing my magical heritage. And, let's be real, it's probably the only nice thing anyone is ever going to say to me.
"A spawn of Lilith, yes, same as all witches, but your bloodline...broken. And bettered by it. Your ancestors consorted with demons. The power of Hell is yours to command."
"W-what?" I shake my head. "You're lying to me."
I've accepted I'm a witch, but I'm having a hard time believing I have something demonic running through my genome too.
"The circle compels us. We speak the truth. Why else do they mock you? Among humans, you were an outcast for being a witch. With the witches, you are an outcast for being hellspawn. They all fear you."
It's such a bitter truth to swallow...and yet the aftertaste is pure sweetness.
Their fiery gazes expand, engulfing their whole bodies.
"Spill thy seed across the circle and we may pass into this world with flesh in place of fur. Your life shall bring us to life. For as long as you breathe, so will we. You will be ours, mate, and we will be yours. Faithful and true. Loyal and trusty. We will protect. Guide you. Serve you. Please you. We bring forth with us hellfire to burn all who would do you harm."
The brilliant fire engulfing their wolfish forms goes from a toasty reddish orange to stark blazing blue: the hottest temperature.
"Prove thyself worthy of such devotion."
I know what must be done...I know what they want from me. There's nothing to stop me from taking this risk. If these pureblood witches won't accept me as I am, then I'll take Dantalion and Malphas. I'll use them to forge myself a place here.
Even if I have to do it under the threat of burning it all down.
With sweat beading along the nape of my neck and my face flushed pink, I take off my clothes. My shirt, my trousers, andmy underwear all pool on the floor. My dick is already half-hard before I take myself in hand.
I kneel before the circle. Dantalion and Malphas watch me, still in their monstrous forms. They're still trapped. Only by spilling my seed will they be released into the world. I close my eyes and try not to think about their teeth or fur as I touch myself.
My cock plumps to full hardness. I'm enjoying this. A sudden rush of adrenaline pounds through my veins. My head feels light. I feel powerful rather than helpless as I tug on my cock.
Harder. Faster.
My hand feels like it's flying as I push myself closer and closer to climax.
A bead of slick drips from the slit of my cockhead. I catch it with my thumb and rub it along my shaft, helping to ease the friction as my palm slides over my prick. Again and again. My thighs ache from my kneeling position.
"Yes, Seth. Such a good boy. Pull on your pretty prick."
I bite down on my bottom lip. A little too hard because a copper taste bursts along my tongue and a metallic smell fills my nose. I don't stop. I won't stop. I lick the blood off my lips and swallow the taste as I follow their instructions.
There's a twist of magic in the air. It grows bigger the more I touch myself.
Is this the forbidden magic my professors have been keeping a secret from me? I'll discover the truth myself...and I'll prove them all wrong about me too. I'm a real witch and I'll have not one, buttwofamiliars to prove it.
A moan leaps out of my throat as I imagine it. I won't be alone anymore. With them at my side, nobody will ever say or do anything unkind to me ever again.
