Writer: Destiny1961
Subject: Conjuring Black
Dark Art: Waganetka — http://patreon.com/waganetka
Link: LS666 Email / 22.07.2024
Conjuring Black
I have been feeling this feminine spirit lately. I was told it was my shadow side which is the side we hide due to it not being accepted. I like the feel of women’s things like lingerie and have been jealous of them due to this and due to sexual stuff.
It started when I was with a female friend, years ago. I am not hung or have stamina in sex. I wanted her but figured I had no chance. We were getting high together when I told her how hot she was. He invited me into her bedroom. She had these beautiful breasts and a big round butt.
We got in her room. I told her I didn’t have much stamina and that I was not big.
“Take your time then,” she said, “Rest for round two … they will take over until you’re ready.”
I didn’t understand her but she mounted me, rode me, and I exploded inside her. We were not alone.
“Relax,” she told me.
Some of the guys came in. They fucked her ass, pussy, and mouth. She took many loads. She moaned from all the pleasure. At this point, I had had anal sex and had sucked a couple of dicks. I loved it and wondered. As a man, I can be with a woman but after I ejaculate it’s finished. While a woman can go from guy to guy, or have many at one time … and get all she wants until filled.
I remembered calling to my spirits, to help me become that inner feminine spirit. I had started to learn to communicate with spirits, and yes, demons too. I felt was in tune with them. I decided to try and learn Tarot to communicate. I met a friend, who was learning to use, what he said were, psychic abilities. I told him I had this weird feeling that someone or something was calling me.
He came over one night and we talked.
“I feel like they want to communicate,” I told him, “But with my feminine self.”
He had done a few readings for me which had sparked my interest in Tarot. But when he referred to that side, he called it my true self and not my shadow.
‘The cards say that there is a spirit … it is reaching out … but to Her, instead of you,” he told me, “You’re holding yourself back … but I have an idea. When I do your reading, why don’t you let go and dress like your true self? The spirits say you will get to know how it feels, to be feminine and be in touch with them. I have a mix of people coming from all different races, religions, and nationalities.”
“I will try,” I answered.
“You will need to strip to your underwear … it must be nice … and sexy. I can give you what you need but you must follow my instructions, okay?”
I agreed.
It was dark when I arrived. I was surprised to find we were not alone. He told me that I must cover my face in something that resembled a burka. It sounded so strange. Anyway, we sat together and drunk. I began to change. He picked out some stockings with a garter, though not sure why. I put on a push-up bra to accentuate my small moobs. I put on panties with an open ass.
“Why these clothes?” I asked.
“Well, you’ll find it easier to use the bathroom,” he said, “We’ll be doing a conjuring.”
The guys started to arrive. There was a Muslim man. I put on the burka. I was wearing a slightly modest skirt and top that showed off my small moobs. We sat and started to pray — each in their own tongue — as he gave us some tea.
I started to feel weird. He told me that it was called. “Ayahuasca.”
“I thought that you shouldn’t be too high,” I mentioned, “When evoking as you could open up something.”
The black participant rubs my shoulders.
“We need something, to help open you up, sweety!” he replied.
I was confused.
“We’re not evoking but conjuring. So you’ll need to be high,” my friend assured me.
We sat around a table and it began. One of them began to call out for different gods and deities of their culture. There seemed to be a theme in it all. They said that everything was ready. That they have a sacrifice to use. And they seemed to be calling out to feminine goddesses, and even demonesses.
I started to wobble after I finished my tea. They handed me a joint.
“I’m not sure about this,” I said, “You know, being high and all.”
I watched a couple of the men smoking from a glass pipe.
“Hey, what if something evil comes through,” I said pulling my friend aside, “Couldn’t this bring Satan here?”
I could barely see properly. Maybe I was starting to hallucinate. It felt as if my spirit was being violated.
I don’t realize that all the men are naked. I saw every flavor. From white to black, Asian, Latino, and Middle Eastern. I swear, it felt as if something had entered me. Taking control. My eyes rolled back.
“What’s wrong?” my friend asked me.
“All those cocks,” I said but was it me talking?
“Well, do they look good?” my friend asked me.
“I need to lay down,” I answered.
He laughed.
“That was the plan, sweety!”
He walked me over to a sofa, sat me down, and called the guys over. They stood around me. They held hands and continued to pray out loud together in their own languages. I began to get very horny.
“Do you feel them?” my friend asked.
I knew exactly what he meant.
“Yes, and they are making me hot!” I answer.
He turned out the lights and the room glowed with a reddish light. I see the Middle Eastern man standing in front of me.
“You must call to the demon inside you,” he says.
I reached out and grabbed his erect cock.
“You are their demonic vessel! You must hold my seed!”
He lifted away my burka and moved forward. I opened my mouth and he slid his circumcized cock between my lips. He held my head as he slowly face-fucked me. He started to press forward which caused me to lean back. He got on the sofa with one leg over the top of me, still using my mouth.
I heard another voice saying almost the same thing about holding his seed as an offering. I feel my leg lifted and he plunged his cock into my ass. I then, began to gag, as the Middle Eastern guy shot a big load down my throat — but it seemed as if something inside me was getting charged up — I pulled off the burka and held my mouth open
“Next,” I said but was it me?
I got another cock in my mouth just as the first guy came in my ass. They sat me up. I pulled off my clothing so that I was just in lingerie.
“It is done!” they exclaim. I imagine that they are talking about the conjuring, “Invite them in!”
I closed my eyes and told whomever it was to join me. I feel their semen spraying over my face and body. I covered in their salty cum — as if it is some sort of baptism. I could smell the clouds. They blew them into my face and over me, as they slid the sofa to an altar-bed. I felt them enter me. I rolled over.
“Join us!” they called out, “Join us, Satan!”
It soon became a cum-party as they spit-roasted me. Their cocks in my ass. Their cocks in my mouth. I was dripping in their unholy offerings of semen. Each of them took me, over and over, and with each successive load — I am no longer my male self but my true self.
THE END