Hey Pervs!
I have been really getting into the Halloween spirit and wanted to write something that was themed to that. You know me, we all can't have a good story without it having to do with someone being impregnated. I've included a sample of it below and if you like it, you can always show me some love by buying the whole thing, or maybe some of my other stories as well.
I hope you enjoy it! ^_^
“Pumpkin Hearts, I –
Too Familiar
She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke
that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose. “What went wrong?” She asked herself after
coughing a few times.
The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back. She must have hit her head as she fell
unconscious. She had no idea how long
she had been out. She tried to lift
herself off the ground but she couldn’t budge.
Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped
itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that
stretched out across the floor behind her.
She heard a snap of someone’s fingers and her legs were
pulled apart by some tremendous force.
She tried to squirm but the magic that held her was powerful.
“Release me! I, Calpurnia Inkveld, demand you release me at
once!” She commanded with agrivation.
The candles that had been extinguished by the spell’s
backlash suddenly ignited with an eerie green flame. From the illumination, she was able to make
out a shadow in the smoke of her room.
It was thin around the waist, with long arms and legs. Its fingers were long like a spider’s legs
and its head was topped with horns that curled back and then up. It stalked closer to her and the smoke
parted, revealing its crimson skin, luscious breasts and long girthy cock that
dripped with cum. The creature’s eyes
flashed with a green light. “Scream as
loud as you like, it is like music to my ears.
No one will be able to hear you but me.”
Calpurnia adjusted her corset which pushed up her C-cup
breasts so that her cleavage was far more apparent. She wore a short black skirt that came to the
midpoint of her thighs and had some cute black lace underwear that showed off
her plump ass. She enjoyed admiring
herself in the mirror, especially with her hourglass frame that drove all the
other witches mad with lust. She had
considered casting a few alluring spells on her to see how far she could press
the envelope before someone raced to rip her clothes off, but she was too
afraid of what the grand witch would do to her.
She had heard some pretty seething tales about witches who used their
magic against other witches which included some fairly black tentacles from a
beast from one of the deeper planes. She
cringed just thinking of such a foul abomination using her like some cheap fuck
doll to lay its eggs in.
She pursed her lips at the mirror in front of her to show off
her purple lipstick and eye shadow that she had only put on not but a few
moments ago. She pulled back her
shoulder length straight black hair and shifted the brim on her witch hat.
“I have to look amazing when summoning my familiar, and from
what I can see, you look smoking hot.”
She told herself in the mirror.
Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped on her boots with the curled
tips to them simply for aesthetic purposes.
They made her look incredibly sexy but at the same time they were
absolutely worthless when it came to practical purposes. She used to joke with her fellow witches that
these were the “I hope I’m not chased shoes”.
Calpurnia turned back to the candles that encircled her
pentagram and sigils she had drawn in crow’s blood on the floor of her
bedroom. The wax was dripping down the
lengths of their shafts and it made her think about this well-endowed warlock she
had met during the summer intensive at Misty Lake Retreat. She was still in the first few chapters of
her “Introduction to Hexes” textbook.
She had placed a spell on him, quite half-cocked that it caused his to
grow to such proportions that it made him drip pre-cum for nearly half the
day.
Tonight, however, she was attempting something far more
advanced. A lot of other witches were
content with common familiars such as a toad, a cat or maybe even a rabbit –
but Calpurnia knew that she deserved better.
She came from pure blood witches and had a strong legacy to uphold. After spending some time in the forbidden
section of her library, or as her Auntie used to put it, the “Spells unfit for
common rabble” section. She knew that
finding the right familiar would only benefit her in the long term. There was one particular familiar summoning
spell that she was fond of, which was summoning a demon from one of the dark
hells. Once bound to her, it would be
her slave and do her bidding. It was far
more intelligent, and held far more magical power than the other
familiars. She knew this had to be one!
She laid the book next to her and thumbed through the pages
until it reached the chanting portion of it.
Calpurnia had already set out all the other spell components that she
needed in order to make this work. She
clapped her hands together three times and tossed a pinch of volcanic ash into
the center of the circle.
“Dor’ah-tor-le ah comebra eskew!” She chanted as she grabbed a chicken’s egg
from a nearby basket and broke it into a bowl.
She then took her ceremonial dagger that her mother had gifted to her on
her first day at Pumpkin Hearts School for Witches, and sliced open her
hand. She allowed the sanguine fluid to
drip off her palm and splatter onto the egg.
With a few additional chants, her blood began to glow a crimson color
before she reached across the pentagram on the floor and poured the contents
overtop the volcanic ash.
As soon as the components touched, there was an explosion of
smoke. The pentagram burst into a
hellish flame and a force, as if all of time and space had been torn asunder,
knocked her to the ground. Her head hit
the floor with tremendous impact and all went black.
She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke
that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose. “What went wrong?” She asked herself after
coughing a few times.
The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back. She must have hit her head as she fell
unconscious. She had no idea how long she
had been out. She tried to lift herself
off the ground but she couldn’t budge.
Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped
itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that
stretched out across the floor behind her.
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