The Ritual by Destiny1961

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: The Ritual

Link: LS666 Email / 13.04.2024

The Ritual

As you know I have been lost in trying to find myself. I have felt myself split and my two sides fighting. As Michael I have called for the holy spirit to forgive and take me back. They say the closer you get to God the more Satan will fight you, but never expected him to basically, “Use me to fight me,” as I have had to leave a room when I said a prayer as I started to fight with myself.

It must have looked like a bad movie as I was lying there arguing with, well, myself. Mike and Seri at each other for control. I told her we were through but she said she will not only always be with me but is a part of me. She even told me when I least expect it and let my guard down she will take control and I will not be able to help but enjoy what happens.

I told her I was a new creation as through the blood I was washed and through his body as well. She retorted, “You mean that ritual Christians do and yet swear they do not do magick? Remember baby, that not only am I still here inside you but my spirits are still with me, which means with you too.”

Now I have been lonely and fighting with the thoughts of sexual contact but have even thought about it with a trans. I hate to admit I do like something extra. She tells me to stop overthinking and enjoy what has been missing, even if with someone different.

“Are you scared it will take us home to Hell?”

Then we argued about that. I started to feel like I was going insane. Then there was a screwball as she said to think back to when I created, or wanted, to create her.

“Picture me, as that girl you wanted. Whether to be her or have her,” she asks, “Picture it. You are in that dry spell for your perfect mate. You see her and her beautiful face. She has nice breasts and a butt. You move in to kiss her. You work your way down but think about how pussy smells and tastes. Your spirits are one. She guides you down. She tells you not to worry. You pull down her panties down to reveal her limp cock. You begin to suck it but she says she is there for you.

“She guides you to her bed and lays you down. She knows you like her cock. She will not deny you, so she gets on top in a sixty-nine. You taste her. You feel her lips take care of you. Then, she moves so that you feel yourself entering her dank hole. You wish though, that you had more stamina, and could offer a bigger load — but that is another story.

“As she strokes herself, you explode inside her. Then she leans over your face. You open wide for her treat. Is it, that you’ve just performed sodomy, that makes you feel that you’re headed for the fire? Or maybe you wished she would have done it to you — but that would open that doorway, for Satan.

“She then backed off, so I thought about it, and could not resist. So I grabbed the poppers and took a few hits and felt weary so closed my eyes and asked for clarity. I am sitting at my computer looking at personals when I see one. It is one of the most beautiful women I have seen. Her profile says something to the effect that she loves to help those in need.

Every time I see one like her, I end up wanting to go to a pay site. Yet this time I didn’t. The problem was that she was down, as a “Special” woman, and I know what that meant. I decide to at least talk to her, so we meet at a bar. She tells me she wants to help me. She says she has this ability to read people. She tells me a few very private things.

“It’s all about your pleasure,” she jokes and says, “All you’ll owe me, is your soul.”

We go to her place and into her bedroom.

“If you don’t relax, it will not happen,” she says, “Look, I’ve seen you, on sites before. I understand you. I know about your reasons to be hesitant but stop worrying about it. Go with the flow.”

She gives me a drink.

“First off,” she tells me, “I want you to be able to have huge loads and cum multiple times. I have the very thing that will do the trick.”

I look around her room which seems a little spooky and she has this full-length mirror.

“It’s my doorway,” she says jokingly, “This is where we’ll find a great spirit!”

Then, as if in a movie that moves forward a scene or two, I am now naked and she has me looking in the mirror. She does not ask but tells me she has something and she pulls out the pipe.

“Let me ask you,” she starts to say as she begins to undress, “What does it matter if it’s good or evil? You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

I look stunned.

“Tell me … why do you think that by having sex with me, you’re destined to go to Hell?”

She stands there, naked before me. I look her up and down. I cannot help but notice she is not very endowed — all I can think about is how much I want to suck her cock.

“Do you believe in magic?” she asks, “Do you believe as some Christians they do? You know … sacred acts are nothing more them magic.”

She has me look in the mirror.

“Think about it like communion. Like partaking in having Jesus become one with us. Like calling upon the Holy Spirit to enter you — now, look at yourself — look into the mirror.”

She turns the lights off and lights a candle.

“You know, I have read the things that you’ve written on Littlesally666.com. I know how you have been using poppers to make you see things.”

She hands me a bottle.

“Take a hit, lover. Take it! And tell me what I see. Let it open the doorway.”

What is inside me starts to take over as if she is guiding her. At this point, I had a little bigger breasts. Even though I have been trying to go straight, I have still been taking the hormone pills. I didn’t want to waste the money, so I had been tripling the dosage, just to get rid of them.

“Hey,” I said, “I am nervous … I’ve seen things, you know.”

She holds the bottle.

“Sniff it!” she says in a stern voice, “Look and tell me what I see.”

It’s just like before. I see myself changing. My face looks feminine. There were tattoos over my chest. They look almost like symbols or tribal markings. My breast looks like they’re growing. My nipples look erect. Standing behind me, she puts her arm around me.

“Yes,” she mutters and softly kisses my neck, “Do your breasts feel good?” she asks as she grabs them.

The sudden pain makes my cock hard.

“There are some rituals … sacred acts … that can bring your spirits to me.”

I feel her rubbing against me. Her hard cock pressed against me.

“If I want to enjoy myself,” she says, “Maybe I will teach you one of these rituals. I can be magical too. Our ritual could open your spirit, your heart, and your soul.

I feel her rub against my cheeks and is now erect herself but still not very big as I shiver and take another hit.

“What’s wrong baby, scared that fucking my ass will bring evil?” she asks, “You have been there and know how good it feels for both,” and I take another nervous hit and then quiver, “What’s wrong, baby girl?” she asks again.

I didn’t realize she used that pronoun as I told her I saw something.

“I see … I see something there,” I answered.

“I be afraid,” she says holding a pipe, “Let’s just enjoy. Here’s something to help … Or are you too scared to try?”

She lit the pipe and blew a cloud of smoke in my face.

“Maybe this will help you shoot a load so big you may drown me,” she says as she giggles.

Then she got all stern again.

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you?” she said, “You wanted to find out, right? You better get passed the fear, baby,” she continued, “All of your questions will be answered. So, here, take the hit.”

I hit it and gagged as I inhaled. It felt as if my erection was tingling and growing with a new kind of lust. She kissed me and guided me down.

”You know you want to taste me,” she groaned.

“I sucked her delicious breasts as she continued to blow smoke into my face. She giggled evilly. Her erection must have been six inches long — I take her cock in my mouth.

“Soon, baby,” she responds, “We will perform the sacred act.”

Then she grabbed my head between her hands. She shoved her hard cock down my throat. Within a few moments, she exploded in such a way that her semen escaped from my nose and the sides of my mouth.

“You liked that … didn’t you?” she asked, “You want more? Well, we must first say a prayer.”

I laid down for a moment. The taste of her was in my throat.

”You must say what I say,” she ordered.

But as she spoke, her words sounded unfamiliar. Greek? Latin? I wasn’t sure. She held her hands out to me and as I watched her, something strange happened — it was as if a shadow or shadows began to enter her. Her eyes rolled backward into her head, exposing just the whites of her eyeball.

She began to spread my legs. She lowered her head down.

“We begin, it’s time for our sacred act,” she said taking my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

She grabbed my balls and squeezed them, then reached up and grabbed my breast-meat hard. She stopped sucking my cock and moved into position above me as l lay back. She guided the head of my cock into her anus. I said nothing, only watching, as even more shadows appeared, and began to enter her, as others just swirled around us.

“Yes baby, it’s exactly what Daddy wants,” she said, “Take me down, baby. For him and sodomize your lover.”

I look up at her stunned.

“This is what you saw, in the mirror. It’s what you have been asking for all that time?”

She started to rock, back and forth, grinding urgently against me. The pressure between us built. She continued to smoke the pipe. She hit it and blew smoke into my face.

“Take me, my dark love, this is why you did this,” she mutters.

I tried to hold out but she saw it.

“Don’t try. You can’t stop it, baby!”

She grabbed my balls and breasts, molesting them.

“Come into the clouds with me,” she said as she squeezed harder and I exploded inside her.

I shivered as her eyes rolled back and she held my breasts. I watched her quiver as if something was possessing her. Then, as I watched, her cock began to grow. It grew until it was almost a foot long and very thick. I would say it no longer appeared human, more like a horse.

“Don’t be afraid,” I heard her say.

She got up and lifted me by my breasts. Her strength was inhuman too. She walked me over to the mirror again.

“Look, baby girl. Tell me, what do you see now?”

My body was so hot.

“I’m inside of you,” she tells me, “It’s time to let them in …”

“Who?” I asked.

“The ones you have been calling upon,” she replied.

She pressed herself against me, forcing me against the surface of the mirror. I felt her breath on the back of my neck.

“The act must be performed, sweety. There’s no more wondering.”

She pressed harder against me and I feel her huge horse-cock between my ass cheeks. Then she reached around with a moist rag and placed it over my mouth and nose. I began to panic, as it was hard to breathe. Whatever was in the moist rag filled my senses — like the strongest poppers — I’d ever taken. I was tripping and started to wobble. She held onto me, holding me up, firmly against the mirror, as her thick cock-head pressed against my asshole.

“Open the door and let them in …”

She then took another hit of the pipe and blew more fumes — like a big fog — I began to see them.

“Do you see now?”

Yes, I saw my reflection calling out to me.

“Repeat after me,” she says and I invite them in.

“Now, open the door for us.”

She shoved me, as she pressed me hard against the mirror. In the mirror, as I bounce off of it, it looks like my reflection coming towards me and then it vanishes.

“Are you in there baby? Are you ready?”

I answer but it is not me. She pushed one last time and my body quivered as she exploded inside me.

Out of nowhere, I say, “Come to us,” and the shadows get close.

I feel a chill as they all seem to vanish.

“It’s done. The sacred act is complete,” she says as she lays me on the floor.

I suddenly woke — as if from a strange dream.

THE END

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