Several Days Later…
Painstakingly, I sketch my circle out, measuring it across my bathroom floor as perfectly as I can get it. Inside, I draw a series of demonic sigils, all pertaining to beings of water and Hell, thankful I come from a long line of witches. I had to seek out a distant cousin for the lucrative information.
Opening my new blue and black leatherbound journal, I glance at my scribblings to make certain everything looks the same as the circle on the tile. Hefty in my hand, the journal is mostly empty. Sepher’s summoning is my first and only entry so far. But I already love the feel of it. I bought it yesterday morning at a local bookshop when I went hunting for supplies to get started.
I haven’t seen or spoken to Sepher since the lake and I… miss him.
I’m not sure if he’s able to communicate with me or not, though I believe it must be the latter because I have tried to speak with him, without any luck. I’ve felt his presence but haven’t been able to do anything except sense him.
Perhaps he’s waiting for his offering. Well, his witch has something for him.
Shifting away from the circle, I stand and light several unscented candles next to the sink, then leave the bathroom to lower the lighting in my apartment. It’s a one-bedroom open floor plan, with a washer and dryer and a walk-in master closet, modern and all newly built. I’m only the second resident of this unit in the apartment complex. I moved in shortly after I got back from college, once I’d gotten my job. It’s not a bad place to live while I save for a house of my own.
The apartment is sparsely decorated, with most of what I’ve collected over the years kept in the bedroom. The kitchen and living area have a few pieces of Ikea furniture and some tapestries on the walls, but it’s my bedroom that I spend most of my time in, sitting at my worn wooden college desk and reading. I didn’t know what to do with the rest of the place, since I hadn’t planned on staying here long. But it’s taken me about a year to save up enough money for a downpayment on a small house in a cheaper town near here, and now my needs have changed. I might have to save until I can buy the lake house from my parents. I want to be near water to have better access to Sepher and our spawn, and I’m going to need a fair bit more money before I can afford that, even at the parent-child rate. And if that’s the case, I’m going to be living here a while longer. Not to mention, I’ll be more indebted to my parents than ever.
Despite all of this, I’m eager to set my plans into motion. And it’s the hopeful eagerness that excites me the most.
I make sure my door is locked and the blinds and drapes on all my windows are closed and shut tight. Returning to thebathroom, I pin the shower curtain open. Butterflies form in my stomach as I imagine Sepher’s hungry gaze roaming over my body.
I’ve taken off from work for a few days in case.
I don’t know how much Sepher will want of me…I’m preparing for every eventuality, being a bona fide Virgo and all.
A thrill tightens my chest, and I pull my lower lip through my teeth as I gaze at my very own summoning circle. I can feel his presence growing inside of me, our connection strengthening by having his demonic sigil painted on my ground.
I hope he likes my first offering.
I check myself over in the mirror one final time, then say a little witchy prayer to him while I freshen up my red lip stain. Adjusting my skirt, I decide to remain bare underneath; it will be easier to bargain for sex with him if I’m wet and ready.
That won't be a problem. I’ve been wet for days, needing him back inside me like I’ve needed to breathe. Maybe it’s his supernatural blood running through me, interconnecting with me on a cellular level, subtly influencing me. Or maybe I’m just horny and excited for more. Either way, I don’t really care.
Kneeling at the edge of the circle, I begin to chant the spell for his summoning, picturing him in the small space before me. It’s a big bathroom for a single person, but no apartment bathroom is going to be big enough for him. Hopefully nothing gets damaged…
My words louden as I say them with more force. As I was taught, I fill my head with thoughts of Sepher, and the way he looks, smells, sounds. Visions of him flood my mind like water, rehydrating my soul from within. I’m abruptly thirsty. A tickling sensation forms in the back of my nose. I itch to sneeze, or to pause and drink some water, but I do neither. Fighting through my body’s needs to those at my core, I focus on him and them entirely.
Suddenly heat erupts inside of me, and white light flashes behind my eyes. I trail off my chanting, blinking back the blinding burst right as a husky laugh sounds in my ears, and as the light fades to that of the soft glow of a candle, Sepher appears before me.
Draped in shadow and golden candlelight, the outline of his tail and body takes up the entirety of my summoning circle. As my sight continues to clear, his face forms, revealing a wicked twist of his lips and the fangs hiding beneath.
“It took you long enough,” he says.
My eyes dip down to take him in, noticing the shadowy bulge of his cock against the floor. “Sepher,” I say his name, breathless from chanting and holding in several sneezes. I smile back at him. “You’re here.”
His gaze trails over me taking in my naked chest and the simple black skirt that barely covers my thighs. It’s the only thing I’m wearing.
“I will always come when you call,” he says, pulling upright in front of my face with his muscled arms. “Do you have something to offer me?”
He tilts his head. His eyes are dark, lustful, and full of mischief. Like I expected, he fills up my bathroom, his tail hooked around and under him, his fins only partially in the half-full tub behind him.Oh well.It’s better than a kiddie pool and some tarp.
“I do,” I announce, emboldened by the feverish gleam in his eyes. His nostrils flare and his gray cheeks flush and darken as he inhales my scent.
He goes to reach for me, his long fingers slipping through the air, but I shake my head and point behind him. “Your offering is there.”
He pauses and looks over his shoulder at what I’m indicating
“A bathtub full of water?” he chuckles. “That may have worked the first time, my sweet, sweet Grace, but I expect more?—”
“A bathtub full ofmybathwater,” I correct. “Water I have lain in for over an hour, pleasuring myself in.”
