Dr. Thomas Pincher had everything a man could ever want. Independently wealthy, his family had made millions in the stock market back in the 80s, and it was upon this considerable trust fund that he lived quite comfortably. With no interest in the family business, he had pursued academics as a career as that was truly his passion. His father had the business sense, but he was always the bookish type. Thriving in the atmosphere of dusty old libraries, the slight whiff of mildew from ancient undiscovered books almost made his dick as hard as the sights of gloriously uncovered freshmen girls sunbathing on the quad. Normally such bookish pursuits do not lead to wealth, so Thomas was very fortunate to have the resources to pursue his passion and he thrived in his academic career. When his father died he came into a considerable fortune, and after wisely investing it, and setting up a cushy trust fund for himself, he was set for life.

His specialty was European History, with Dark Ages Europe being his particular concentration, and he was world renown as an expert in the time period. Entering his quite large home just off campus, you would think that you had stepped back in time once you entered. All of his walls were covered in maces, swords and original tapestries from the Middle Ages and his bookshelves were crammed with hundreds of original documents from the period. Fluent in Latin, Greek, French and German, and knowing a smattering of many other languages, Dr. Pincher could read all of these documents in their original script. Nothing excited him more than finding some original undiscovered book or scroll and reading straight from the actual source before anyone could translate it.

His tremendous wealth allowed for his indulgence of this passion, as history professors are not as a rule well compensated, and it also allowed him more earthy pursuits as well. Devastatingly handsome and incredibly rich, Dr. Pincher had the pick of almost any woman he could want and many a coed beauty’s panties landed on the original 9th century carpet in his bedroom.

To make most of the male readers of this story even greener with envy, the handsome and rich academic found himself, at the young age of thirty-five, the head of the History Department at a small All female college in Vermont. It was a plum position and his connections and money gave him a direct line to the President of that college who had invested wisely with his Dad’s firm. Once hired, he rose quickly and became the youngest department head in the Saint Bridget’s history.

St. Bridget’s College, apart from being highly honored for academics, was well known for being just brimming with hotties from all over New England. These dual reputations assured that there were always lots of anxious male professors looking to apply for a position that was not only a good career move but as a substantial unstated benefit a place dripping in beautiful, curvy and very open minded distractions. As a young, attractive professor swimming in a sea of such impressionable silken wonders, he was living the life most men could never dream was possible.

The nubile coeds of Saint Bridget’s all had responded quite well to handsome Dr. Pincher’s presence in their midst and had long made a tradition of making the bedding the Doctor part of their unofficial curriculum. The good doctor, with a stronger libido than most, was more than happy to oblige such ball jingling extracurricular studies and rarely did a week go by without some beautiful young ass being planted onto Thomas’s willing open mouth.

As is the case with most things in life, to those whom much has been given much is required, and despite such bounty falling so effortlessly into his lap, Thomas was still amazingly unsatisfied. Despite literally drowning in a non-stop supply of fresh young pussy, he craved something more. These beautiful, young and quite adventuresome co-eds were obviously very PHYSICALLY attractive to him, but none really excited him in his core being. Even the more mature women he interacted with bored Dr. Pincher as few shared his intellectual curiosity and most, if not all, were completely bored by his manic and all consuming passion for the study of the past.

His burning passion was Medieval history and every summer, while his less financially secure colleagues scrambled for extra cash by taking on teaching additional courses or doing odd jobs, he flew to Europe for a three-month sabbatical, half research and half vacation. It was on just such an excursion that Thomas accidentally made a discovery that would change his life forever.

This summer he had decided to travel extensively through Eastern Europe, an area that had long fascinated him and a part of the continent still unspoiled by the relentless modernizing west. With Communism a distant memory, and the dollar still strong against the local currencies, Dr. Pincher found he could live like a King (especially with his wealth) and therefore hired a personal driver and guide for his travels. All through the Winter and Spring he dreamed of a long hot summer studying original manuscripts in dusty monasteries while soaking up the local culture and food. As May ended and the term was over, his hands literally quivered in excitement as he packed his bags. Tomorrow he would drive first to Boston and then fly on to Bucharest for the beginning of three long glorious uninterrupted months of study, completely cut off from the rest of the world.

The drive from Vermont to Logan Airport was uneventful and as his flight out was not until late that afternoon, Dr. Pincher was able to leisurely take his time on the drive, enjoying the feel of the late spring sun on his skin as he drove his silver Porsche convertible down route 95. Oh how much tail this car had gotten him he giggled as he patted the dashboard feeling almost guilty about having it cooped up until September in a garage. Getting through security, and lounging in the Club Lounge with a nice Pinot Noir, he grinned as he looked over the travel books he had purchased for the long flight. His trip would begin in Bucharest, but would primarily consist of thoroughly exploring the vast countryside of Romania for months.

Romania is now, as it has been for years, one of the most backward and underdeveloped countries in Europe. Years of communist mismanagement and corruption had completely degraded the infrastructure, and there were very few roads that would pass muster in the west outside the immediate area around Bucharest. Travel here was a challenge and was one of the factors that had Thomas decide to hire a driver and guide. He may be an expert in Medieval History but he certainly was not so knowledgeable of the local traffic laws or routes to take to avoid destroying the rental car.

Hundreds of small villages dot the largely rural landscape, some still without electricity or even running water as modernity seemed to not have been able to penetrate the snowcapped mountains and fog shrouded forests of the southern Carpathians. The land is wild and the people are hearty, hard-working and very suspicious, living in a state almost as if the Middle Ages never ended. It was these very qualities that attracted Dr. Pincher to this trip, and with each flip of page after glorious page of the scenic pictures of rural Romania, he literally vibrated with excitement. His mouth salivated as this seemed to be exactly what he was looking for, a true journey back in time. Hearing the boarding call for his flight over the loudspeaker, he tipped the bartender and strolled to the gate, looking forward to a nice relaxing overnight transatlantic flight in first class.

Continuing to read up on this area of the world as he flew from Boston to Bucharest, Thomas could feel his mouth continue to salivate as he looked at pictures of the rural backward world he was about to enter. This was EXACTLY what he was looking for and he was almost giddy with excitement at exploring a part of Europe that most people avoid. Flying in first class, the stewardess could not help notice the dark, handsome young man flying alone, and peaked over his shoulder at his book as she poured him another glass of Pinot.

Being a first class stewardess on these overseas flights had not turned out to be the boon she had hoped and seeing an attractive man traveling alone, she smoothed her uniform out and pushed her breasts up to spruce herself up. At only twenty-five and quite stunning in her almost model-like beauty, her imagination had created all kinds of hopelessly romantic scenarios in her mind. So many dreams of hers had ended where rich young heirs would swoop her off her feet and whisk her away to a life of luxury; her cocktail fetching, blanket tucking days behind her. Sadly, for her, life is rarely like the Harlequin Romance Novels she loved, and most of the passengers she had encountered over the years were either ancient, married or hedge-fund assholes that only were interested in possibly joining the mile-high club in the first class bathroom.

Seeing Dr. Pincher as he boarded she was instantly attracted to him and grew increasingly flirty during the trip. He was just her type. Tall, dark wavy hair, tweed jacket, adorable glasses and obviously well sculpted body, he had her panties instantly moist when he flashed his coed melting smile and asked for another Pinot.

In the dark night over the Atlantic, with all of the other passengers asleep, Thomas smiled as they chatted, lazily running his eyes up and down her gorgeous body. The first class cabin was quiet and he was enjoying the attentions of the beautiful stewardess as they talked through the night. She was just his type as well; top heavy, long lickable legs, long dark hair and matching dark eyes. Throughout the night the two playfully chatted and flirted as he wished she could join him on his tour, wanting so much to have those full womanly thighs wrapped tightly around his ears. As morning broke and they began their descent into Bucharest, he playfully gave his female diversion a nice peck on the cheek as he prepared to begin his journey. Hopefully, he thought, he would be able to enjoy the attentions of some big breasted peasant girls on this trip as he prepared to brave the clusterfuck that was immigration control in Romania.

Landing in the rickety rundown airport of Bucharest, he practically ran through customs, his whole body tingling with excitement to get started on his sabbatical. As he cleared the final customs officer, there waiting for him past the barrier was a character straight out of Bram Stoker, holding a sign that completely massacred his name “Dz Pnytchter”.

Grinning, he shook hands with his guide who walked him out to an ancient, but still stylish, late 70s Mercedes that would be used for the trip. After a couple of days touring around Bucharest and enduring one of the worst “5 star” hotels in history (despite a delightful evening with some very lovely female Bucharestians) early in the morning of his third day there he called the driver and informed him it was time to see more of “real” Romania. Driving through the grey drab suburbs of Bucharest he grew depressed at the graffiti and urban decay but once they left the city limits and entered the countryside his spirit soared.

Rural Romania was even more beautiful in person than it was in the guidebook. Being late May the earth was a riot of color as purple blossoms and full leafed trees seemed like a Monet painting come to life. Countless Onion Domed roofs of Orthodox Churches were everywhere as were picturesque villages with thatched roofs, white plaster walls and dirt roads. It truly did seem as if time had passed this land by entirely, and Thomas closed his eyes as he tried to imagine what this area would have looked like in the 9th century, realizing quickly it would have looked quite similar to what it did now. Glancing at his iPhone, and spying the ZERO bars he was registering, he smiled even broader. He truly was off the grid now, and was loving it!

As his driver drove the car down an increasingly rough road, beyond a thin screen of trees in the distance Thomas spied just what he had come for. There in the distance was a picture book village that looked almost like it had been snatched straight out of the dark ages and placed right down in the 21st century fully in tact like a Romanian version of Brigadoon. When he asked his driver what he knew of the place, he just shuddered.

“That Dr. Pincher, is the village of Moltoke, no good. No good there. Many bad spirits.”

Now that was exactly the WRONG thing to say to a naturally curious academic like Dr. Pincher, especially one who thrived on the subject. Along with his mania for history, he definitely had a taste for the dark and macabre and the thought he was entering a world marinating in the world of Spirits, Ghosts and Witchcraft now caused him to grin even more widely. This was just what he was looking for as the area of his specialty (the Dark Ages) was literally drenched in that necromancy universe.

These kind of old world superstitions are almost unknown now in the West (especially in academic circles), but in pockets of Eastern Europe these traditional beliefs die hard. Hearing the words of warning from his driver, Dr. Pincher realized that this would be as close as he could ever come to actually EXPERIENCING what it was like to truly live during the Dark Ages and he certainly would not pass up that opportunity. Given that he had written several books on the subject of folk supernatural beliefs of the post Byzantine era, to the horror of his driver, the Doctor directed him to head to the village straight away.

When the old Mercedes chugged into the middle of the village square both he and the driver immediately noticed it appeared completely deserted. Thatched roofs still covered the simple peasant houses around the square and the Main Street was completely unpaved, simply made of mud and uneven paving stones. Out of the corner of his eye Thomas saw a sign hanging from one of the buildings, and although his Romanian was not particularly good, he still knew enough words to make out the gist of the message.

The sign indicated that the place was an Inn with both food and lodging and to the increasing consternation of his driver, he ordered him to take the bags out of the car and follow him inside. Several phrases grumbled out of the driver’s mouth that even in his limited knowledge of the Romanian language he recognized. “Stupid motherfucker” seems being a universal phrase, and Dr. Pincher grinned to himself as walked inside the ancient building.

To say the accommodations were rough would be a gross understatement as the place was right out of the 14th century! Candles hung in lanterns around the main room as there was no regular electricity here and the furnishings were sparse and bare, only wood floors and plain oak benches and pews. Despite being the beginning of summer, it was still a little on the cool side this close to the Carpathian Mountains so a fire was kept burning in the fireplace. When he rang a very antique looking bell that had been placed on the counter, his heart (and cock) stirred as a stunning young Romanian girl emerged from behind a rather raggedly looking burlap curtain.

Long black hair with sweeping large curls wrapped around her pale white face and had Thomas already melting with desire as she came fully into view. She had HUGE dark eyes that seemed to stare intensely right through him, straight to the bone and to his delight had a twinkle and life to them that always got his motor going. She wore a simple peasant dress that to his eyes, and from the look on his drivers face as well, perfectly displayed her feminine charms. Cut low in the front the tight fabric pushed her young, milky white and gloriously full breasts up and close together, perfectly displaying her cleavage to their hungry male gaze. Clad in her simple curve hugging peasant garb it was quite obvious that she was wearing nothing else, her nipples quite clearly visible through her thin dress and her legs and feet bare.

Despite normally being quite smooth around women, Thomas visibly gulped as this delicious vision momentarily caused him to be at a loss for words. In broken but passable Romanian he asked if they had two rooms for the night as it was already late afternoon. To his delight the girl nodded yes and looked at Dr. Pincher with a look that both alarmed and aroused him. It was the same look that a cat gives a mouse right before it pounces and shreds its tiny prey into a nice savory snack.

He and the driver both settled in to their rooms and after a while Thomas decided to go exploring. For the rest of the afternoon he walked around the town filling his camera with incredible pictures that seemed to be right out of a movie. This place was too much, he thought to himself as he had never in all his travels seen anything both this beautiful and this authentic. As the sun started going down, he headed back to the Inn.

Walking into the “lobby” he was surprised when he saw it was completely deserted except for the girl that had so entranced him earlier. When he asked if there was anywhere he could get something to eat, she said she would cook for him personally and with a seductive wink asked if he wanted some wine to parch his thirst. Licking his lips at the thought, he eagerly agreed thinking that few things were more appealing to him than spending a long summer evening with a jug of Romanian wine and a gorgeous peasant girl. Watching her incredible ass sway as she left and lingering his gaze longingly down her long legs to her adorable bare feet he felt his cock jump as he watched her body sashay into the kitchen.

Returning thirty minutes later, the dark beauty brought him a plate of Transylvania Sausage, still sizzling on the plate, cabbage and a huge jug of wine and escorted him into a simple side room with plain wooden tables and benches. He, thinking obviously that maybe he could score some horizontal refreshment later with this girl, asked her to join him. His hopes faded and his face fell when she smiled sweetly, giggled and winked and then quickly ran out of the room. Sadly, she did not return and the Doctor realized he would have to eat alone. As he enjoyed her cooking his thoughts continuing to be filled with the images of her full womanly body so seductively displayed in her tight dress. His driver had already turned in for the night much earlier so he had the place completely to himself so he let his mind and imagination wander.

As he sat there eating, and enjoying the wine, wishing he was chatting up the girl, he looked up and spied a lone book on a sparse shelf. This was no ordinary book, and from this distance he could tell it was quite old. Curiosity got the better of him and his natural academic radar pinged as he walked across the spartanly furnished room and retrieved it off the shelf. As he walked the floors squeaked and groaned as this small Inn was in obvious need of an upgrade as the floor itself was probably a couple of hundred years old.

As he reached for the book and held it in his hands he felt himself gasp when he saw the title. In Latin, scribbled in Gold Script on the red leather binding was the Title “The Necromanticon”.

His heart almost stopped and he felt his blood ice up in his veins as he saw what he held in his now trembling hands.

“My God I cannot believe it.” He thought to himself as his mouth grew dry as his whole mind reeled at this revelation. This was the book that he, and every other Medieval specialist, had been looking for years and many thought was purely myth. This tome, written sometime in the early Renaissance, had been the absolute bible of alchemists, necromancers and all other such dabblers in the black arts for hundreds of years, and merely owning a copy was a one-way ticket to the pyre if caught by the authorities in Medieval Europe. During the Inquisition of the 15th century, it was assumed all copies had been rounded up and destroyed so if this was the real deal it would be a find of unimaginable value.

Bits and pieces of the document had survived in scraps, but there was no complete intact original copy. Studying the bindings and the language, all Latin of course, Dr. Pincher assumed this book was written sometime in the early 1300s and if it could be validated, would be worth MILLIONS. For a scholar like himself, already wealthy and not needing the money, the real value was in the content, so much of the original text having been lost to history.

Apart from the obvious monetary and academic value, according to contemporary sources of that long ago day, those who possessed this book were able to conjure demons to do their bidding at will, thus giving them immense and almost Godlike power. It was these dark rumors about the book that caused the Pre-Reformation Church to order its complete destruction including every copy known to exist. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Thomas took the book off the shelf and snuck back quietly upstairs to his room, his hands sweating and shaking as he quivered in giddy glee.

His hands were trembling as he read each page as for an academic like him, the Necromanticon was the find of a lifetime. Reading the text, his skills in languages being most useful now, was beyond his wildest expectations. There in pure Latin script on yellowed parchment everything he had read in the past about this book was now being proven true before his very eyes. There were spells for conjuring Demons for causing war, love, wealth, all sorts of commands touching on the weakness and desires of all humans. No base desire or need was left out and as he read he realized that IF this were true, the owner of this book would truly have the power of the universe in his hands. There was even a section on summoning Satan himself, which he no doubt would enjoy reading later.

Dr. Pincher had a big interest in these dark matters, but as a scientist, he was highly skeptical as to whether they were ACTUALLY true. As an academic however and a relatively open minded individual, he was very intrigued by black magic and hoped that some of these things he was reading might actually work. The fight between the rational and irrational raged continually in him and both sides fought harder as he continued to read into the night.

As he struggled to read by candlelight he kept searching the pages with increasing intensity wondering if he could find the particular section he wanted most. Having read every article published on this book, and being somewhat of an expert on the subject, there was one spell in particular he was looking for most. He was specifically looking for the spell used to conjure a Succubus.

This was the most sought of all as it was one of the parts of the original book that was so tantalizingly missing in the remaining remnants. You could probably recreate this whole original from surviving scraps scattered all over the world, but no one had been able to find the spell to summon the Succubus. References to the spell were everywhere throughout the manuscript, but no one had the original. Until now however.

Carefully turning the ancient pages, gingerly trying not to damage the precious parchment, he held his breath as he finally laid eyes on the section in question. Here it was, the secret incantation to conjure the demoness of Lust, the Succubus, and his balls tingled as he thought of the potential. Written entirely in Latin and with a very faint script, he used the light from his cell phone to read it, as he was afraid the candle might damage the manuscript.

He became quite aroused as he thought of the infinite erotic possibilities. Succubi were well known and both lusted after and feared throughout the whole of the Middle Ages, every culture knowing of their existence. These beautiful sexy supernatural creatures were the demon sisters of Lilith, the original Succubus, and were famous for visiting sleeping unsuspecting men in the night to harvest their seed with their wanton mouths and absolutely ball emptying beautiful bodies.

Usually they would materialize just after the man had fallen asleep and then freeze him in place, paralyzing his muscles before waking their male victim with their gorgeous body hovering over their bed. After their prey was secure, the beautiful Demoness would climb onto his face and ride it to pleasure while also harvesting his seed with her otherworldly talented mouth. Again and again all night the Succubus would collect her harvest, both through her mouth or her pussy until the unsuspecting poor man was either completely depleted of his essence or died. Their hunger for the lust and seed of males was insatiable and no Succubus, no matter how many times she orgasmed, could ever be sated in her tremendous sexual appetite.

The reason this conjuring spell was so desired was its purported ability to summon these gorgeous creatures and be able to use their own lusty powers for the summoners pleasure rather than the demon’s. Most men, religious men especially, feared the Succubus but others obsessed over and lusted for their evil insatiable embrace.

Her potential nightly visit filled many a monk or priest with dread as he fought off the lustful thoughts he could not control any more than any other member of the male species. Legends were ripe that getting a woody at night, or having a wet dream called the Succubus forth and the sexually repressed monks lived in fear that their own perverted desires actually summoned the attack of the demoness, ironically made worse by their chaste lives making their fantasies more vivid and extreme as their cocks went unmilked. Necromancers and other black magicians however used their powers to harness the beauty and power of these dangerous creatures, and it was said that those who had this power enjoyed the company of the most beautiful and insatiable creatures on earth each night.

Succubi, among their many powers, had the ability to shape shift into any form they wished, from a ferocious black wolf in the forest to the most beautiful bar wench in the local tavern. As they were primarily lust demons, they obviously usually transformed into the form most pleasing to their object of attack, or the master who controlled them. This power to conjure and then control the Succubus made this particular conjuring spell more desired than any other contained in the yellowed ancient Medieval document.

Thomas grew very hard at the thought of harnessing this power, and in the dark recess of his mind he wondered if this would be the answer to that itch that no amount of pussy ever seemed to scratch.

As he read the instructions for the spell, he was amazed at the complexity of the very bizarre ritual described on the pages and he hoped he had the materials required to the complete the incantations. The beginning of the rite involved the summoner having to draw a large pentagram in chalk in the middle of the room with the top of the star pointed dead east.

Dutifully rummaging through his bag Dr. Pincher exhaled loudly as he felt the white chalk in his luggage. Being an amateur artist, he always traveled with his paints, chalks and canvas and as he felt it in his hand, he laughed to himself as he thought that the art piece he would create tonight would be FAR superior to anything he would have normally created with this chalk. Rummaging further into his bag he felt his luck was holding as he had remembered to bring a compass and after some difficulty, was able to draw the star facing east as directed.

Standing in the middle of the room and looking down at the pentagram he took out the book and continued to read the rest of the instructions. On each arm of the pentagram the ritual instructed that he was to place one lit candle but before he could enter the sacred space he was to remove all of his clothes. The instructions were clear that he was to be “skyclad” in order for the ritual to work. Thomas giggled at the thought of a grown man naked in the middle of a pentagram with a bunch of candles but decided to continue.

Barely restraining his excitement, he ripped his clothes off, quickly stripping down as he approached the pentagram.

“What would the dean of St. Bridget’s think if he saw this!” he thought to himself as his full cock and balls swung loose as he crossed the room to check the door. It certainly would be embarrassing if someone came into his room unexpectedly while he was kneeling nude in the middle of a pentagram so he double checked the lock and slightly blushed. As Thomas read on, he realized Nudity was NOT the most humiliating part of the ritual.

The summoner was to kneel in the center of the Pentagram and as he read the next section he had to read it twice to make sure he understood the instructions properly as it seemed unbelievable. Blinking repeatedly with his eyes growing increasingly wide he read that he was to slowly masturbate over 2 hours collecting all of his pre-cum into the center of the Pentagram. During the ritual he was NOT to cum as his lust and desperation were an integral part of the sacrifice to summon the demoness and the stronger his desire was the better it would work.

Reading the ritual over and over it was very specific as any longer or shorter than two hours of edging his cock and the spell would not work, so whatever else was going to happen now he knew he was in for a very long and quite horny night. Thomas gulped as he wondered how on earth he was going to pull this one off as edging oneself is not as easy as it seems and edging for two hours and then not being able to toss one off was going to be difficult. Luckily for him he had brought lots of KY which he now knew he was going to need in abundance.

Blushing as he checked the door once more, Thomas knelt in the middle of the Pentagram and oiled his meat up, laughing as he thought how stupid he must look. His natural curiosity overcoming his hesitation, within seconds he had a healthy chub and he dutifully began to stroke as he read the chant he had written out from the scroll, repeating the Mantra as instructed. It also had been written in Latin, and was a bit hard to translate, but he wrote it out phonetically so as to make sure to get the pronunciation just right. Translated it read:

“Oh great Demon Goddess Lilith I your humble servant implore thee accept this gift of my seed for the pleasure of your Succubi Sisters. Great Goddess, I humbly beg, send your sisters to be servants for my pleasure.”

Seemed straight forward enough he thought and despite feeling silly jerking his pud as he chanted in Latin, Thomas dutifully began to perform the ritual. The first ten minutes were easy enough but as time drug on, he was sweating as the cum boiled in his balls, desperate to escape. It took all of his willpower (and quite a bit of lube) to keep stroking fast enough to stay hard but not so fast as to shoot for the next two hours. He had set his alarm on his phone to let him know when he had 10 seconds left and as the end of the ritual approached, Thomas felt his knees shake and buckle as he was moaning uncontrollably by his self-teasing ordeal.

He desperately wanted to spew badly as he had been teasing his own cock for 2 hours and his throat was hoarse from his chanting and uncontrollable moans. When the alarm finally went off he started his countdown wishing it could end in a giant deluge of his hot spooge, he would be happy now with just being able to stop.

After the ritual was complete he looked down at his dick, drooling and desperate, and at the large puddle of pre-cum pooled into a surprisingly large puddle right the center of the Pentagram. Happy to be able to stop teasing himself, he grinned as he saw that he had provided a fairly large deposit for the sacrifice.

“BULLSEYE!” he thought as he was intrigued by this arcane rite, but the scientist part of his brain still thought it all a bit silly. To his amazement though he noticed his pre-cum start to glow red and burn away in a puff of smoke, swirling up to the ceiling in a glowing red cloud. Thomas grinned and closed his eyes as he now waited for the Succubus to arrive. His arms outstretched and his desperate cock still hard and bobbing, he was waiting now for the delicious lips of a demoness to appear and wrap her forked tongue around his swollen glans.

Five minutes went by, then 10, and then an hour and finally he came to the realization that the whole thing had been a bust. Chuckling to himself as he cleaned up the mess he made still naked he collapsed on the bed. Thinking about the evening and wondering what had gone wrong, he could not help but think that perhaps the whole thing was just a legend after all. As he moved the book back to the plain pine table next to his bed, he turned over the page with the spell and to his shock saw that there were additional instructions for preparations to be done before the ritual written on the back of the page he had been reading.

He read the instructions with both interest and alarm as his eyes scanned the latin text. Most were dietary restrictions for the summoner for the week before the ritual as well as instructions for the best time of day to perform it, but when he got to the last part however his blood ran cold reading the text over and over.

“The summoner, in order to provide a proper sacrifice to the Demoness, must restrain from all emanations both by their hand or by woman for a period of 6 weeks prior to the ritual.”

“SIX WEEKS! Jesus, that would be an ordeal!” he thought to himself laughing as he thought if he had read that first he would have spared himself a long horny night. Obviously he had not restrained from having sex or jacking off for six weeks, in fact, back in Bucharest just two nights ago he had had a delightful evening with two lovely Romanian ladies, so he obviously failed this preparation. Thinking back on it, he had rubbed one out just this morning in the shower at the hotel so it had not even been 12 hours since he had popped his cork. That must be why he was still alone in his room, naked and hard on his bed waiting for a demon to come that would never arrive.

“That is, assuming this whole thing is not bullshit.” Thomas grinned to himself, thinking how ridiculous this whole thing would appear to his colleagues if they were ever to find out. He carefully placed the book on a table in the middle of the room, cleaned himself up and went straight to sleep, too sleepy to even take care of his significant pent up need to flood out some of his man juice.

At 3 AM Thomas suddenly awoke. In his half asleep state his eyes struggled to adjust to the dark but then he spotted something standing in the doorway to his room. To his disbelief and delight it was the gorgeous girl from downstairs. Blinking repeatedly as he thought he still must be dreaming his overworked cock immediately tented his sheets. She was incredible!

She stood in the doorway in a sheer red nightgown that accentuated her every delectable rod stiffening curves. Her long black hair hung down loose and had that slightly tousled “fuck me now” look that always drove him wild. Still half thinking this was just the beginning of a delicious wet dream he unashamedly studied every inch of her glorious body and licked his lips at the sight. She had the most perfect figure he had ever seen and in his half dreamy state he imagined running his lips and tongue over every inch of her.

Curvy in the most delicious way possible her body hit every note on his erotic piano. With large womanly broad hips and huge full breasts, this girl was not fat, but she had all the right padding in all the right places and did not look like those far too skinny coeds back on campus.

As he licked his lips at the sight of this nocturnal visitor, he thought about how he wished American girls looked this good. If they only knew that most men, and he counted himself firmly in this camp, appreciated a female form that was soft and round and fleshy they would worry far less about fitting into a size zero and maybe eat a donut every once in a while. Still unconvinced she was not just a fantastically realistic erotic dream, he wanted to leap out of bed and bury his face in that gorgeous cleavage, drowning his lips in all of that soft full flesh. Smiling as he prepared to rise up and take this vision, he suddenly discovered he could not move.

The girl smiled slightly as she saw his first struggle and then slowly started walking across the room to his bed. As she walked, she casually removed the diaphanous gown and now stood at the foot of his bed completely glorious in her cock straightening nudity. Thomas felt he could not breathe, and was completely helpless both by the invisible bonds holding him down but also by the sight of her fully revealed majestic nude form. He struggled harder to move just a finger but could not even muster a wiggle. As he strained to get up and kiss this girl, one part of his body however was obviously not paralyzed, his cock. Despite the ordeal of the ritual earlier in the evening, it was standing completely erect and throbbing harder than it had ever been. Despite his growing panic at his predicament, little Dr. Pincher was wishing, hoping, and desperately praying that this Goddess would bend down and kiss it.

The girl now looked at him with a look on her face that almost had Thomas shoot his load right there. The unbridled almost frightening look of lust and desire on her face both frightened him and caused his cock to start to uncontrollably shake. Crawling onto the bed she sat down at the end of his mattress and spread her gorgeous thick and beautiful thighs wide exposing her whole ripe womanhood to his hungry eyes. He easily saw into her whole delicious looking pussy, so wet and inviting, glistening with her juices and obviously quite aroused. Taking her left foot, she slowly started walking up his frozen left leg.

Thomas tried desperately to open his mouth to moan but was stuck, only able to gurgle through his frozen lips. When her toes reached his cock, she brought both feet together and began to tickle and tease up one side and down the other of his deep purple shaft, swirling her big toe over his aching cock head, now visibly weeping pre-cum. Dipping her toes in the pre-cum she continued walking her feet slowly up his stomach and over his chest. When her feet reached his mouth, he discovered suddenly he could move his jaws as the paralysis released. Reflexively opening his mouth wide she placed her delicious pre-cum dripping toes in his mouth, which he greedily began to lick and suck clean. The girl smiled and cooed in obvious enjoyment at the attention as he slavishly cleaned every toe she presented to his active tongue.

After a few minutes of this treatment she pulled her feet from his lips and got on all fours crawling up the bed to Thomas’s head. Hovering right over his face, her mammoth and spectacular breasts swung right out of reach which with his newly freed mouth he tried desperately to catch. Grabbing his neck, she pulled his face up and eagerly fed her left nipple into his mouth.

Thomas was in heaven as he lightly sucked and nibbled on her nipple, her whole body squirming in obvious pleasure as he enthusiastically nursed. Now taking both of her hands she placed them on each side of his face. Looking deeply into his eyes she bent down and kissed his lips deeply, his breath literally sucked from his body as she devoured his cum soaked tongue in her hot sweet mouth. She tasted sweet, like fresh honey, or strawberries that had just been picked in a mountain field.

Still thinking he was sleeping, Thomas was convinced that this was the best dream he had ever had, and he just hoped his alarm didn’t go off in the next five minutes to end it.

“Thomas!” the girl whispered. “This is not a dream, this is real. I know you think that this is a dream, a dream about the young peasant girl downstairs, but I assure you it is not. You should not be surprised by my presence since you summoned me here after all.”

His mind swimming in an aching horniness he had never experienced before, he looked up at the glorious naked girl hovering over his face with a confused blank stare.

Sensing his confusion, she explained. “I am the Succubus dear boy, and I am here to serve as you have performed the ancient sacrifice. I took a form I thought you would approve of, and from the look in your eyes and state of your cock, it is quite obvious you approve.”

Thomas rolled his eyes back in his head in pleasure as the feel of her skin against his was pure ecstasy. She felt soft, but not a regular soft, but soft like spun silk. Moaning in abject need, he was shocked when he saw her suddenly levitate to the ceiling and float down gently, placing her gorgeous soaking pussy right onto his very eager mouth. Her scent drove him wild and just the perfume of her womanhood almost had him shoot.

As her pussy lips met his mouth, she was gushing her juices all over his face like a ripe watermelon and he giggled as he felt her flood onto his face. Never had a woman he had been with ever been so wet. Her nectar was just that, nectar, tasting like fresh honey and coating his face and pooling into the pillow and down his neck. For over an hour she rode his face, shuddering and crying as she reached orgasm after orgasm.

Finally sated she floated off of his face and perched right between his quivering paralyzed legs, staring straight at his helpless and completely aroused and throbbing cock. Licking her lips, she gently took the tip in her mouth, placing her two full lips right over the tip, licking the bead of pre-cum that had formed on the slit and sucking it down with a loud slurp.

After only a few seconds, the Demoness shot straight up and glared at him, her eyes turning into glowing green globes, her body stiff with anger. Thomas was petrified.

“You have been a naughty naughty boy haven’t you Dr. Pincher!” the Demoness cackled. “You tried to pull a fast one over on me didn’t you. This cock has not been denied at all, has it?”

Thomas gulped hard, afraid to speak as the Demoness continued. “You have committed a tremendous sacrilege trying to invoke a Succubus with undenied pre-cum.”

Looking down at him with a bemused look on her face, she slowly ran her foot over his throbbing cock and up his stomach to his mouth. “Lucky for you your ritual was able to summon me and has bound me to you. Unluckily for you however, your sacrifice was not sufficient, so I am not your servant but actually you are now my slave.”

The Demoness then grinned a grin that turned his blood ice cold. “We Succubi feed on lust, and the most delicious treat in the world is the frustration and desire that is created by a helpless cock that has been denied release. You should have prepared properly for the ritual Doctor, as NOW you will have to be punished for your sacrilege.” As she spoke she began to stroke his cock slowly and deliberately. After having teased himself for 2 straight hours he moaned as he felt the cum start to rise and begin its journey to escape, his whole body burning like an exposed raw nerve of pure need.

Still frozen in place and unable to move he was able to move his chest as it heaved up and down breathing heavily as her long teasing strokes drove him wild. As he reached the point of no return, the Demoness quickly stopped her strokes and impaled herself on his dick. Her warm wet pussy was unlike any Thomas had entered ever in his life. Pure ecstasy! The sensation on his throbbing cock was like having his dick sucked into a moist silken tunnel, every crevice and crease of his dick bathed in her hot juice and firm grip. He whimpered as he felt her internal muscles grip his cock and begin to stroke in a corkscrew pattern forcing his arousal to new heights of insanity. He was going crazy, teetering on the edge of exploding, whimpering uncontrollably for mercy, mercy for his poor tortured and denied cock.

Suddenly however her pussy got hot, extremely hot and he was afraid his tool was going to be singed and burnt to an ember. She looked down at his desperate face and slowly, inch by inch slid off of him, his desperate cock slapping his stomach in impotent frustration when she finally had removed herself. His dick still burned, but less so, and he moved his head down his chest to survey for damage. It was glowing red and throbbing while the Demoness lightly blew his glans.

The sensation was both painful and extremely erotic and finally after a few minutes, the burning stopped and the red glow faded. When it was completely back to normal, she bent over and kissed the tip, right over the slit. The sensation was like being branded, and the sound of his tender flesh sizzling split the silence like a crash. He started to scream in pain, but his mouth was slammed shut as he just grunted and moaned in silence.

“There, now you have been sealed! You will never again experience a full orgasm.” she giggled as she began stroking Thomas again, quickly bringing him to the edge of orgasm. “But, you will produce pre-cum, sweet sweet pre-cum, flavored with your desperation, infused with your eternal frustration, topped with you aching need. Pre-cum which I, now bound to you forever, will harvest each night after you have serviced my needs and worshiped my Demon Pussy! You are my slave now Doctor Pincher, and you will never be rid of me!!”

Hearing this Thomas groaned and squeezed his eyes tight desperately hoping this was only a bad dream.

For the rest of the night he was stroked, teased and milked, his whole body twitching for release, release that would never come. She had indeed sealed his cock when her demon lips kissed the tip of his head. No matter how close he got to the edge of orgasm, he could not go over, as if his Orgasm was blocked by a huge iron door. A door guarded by his Demon Goddess Mistress, who now stroked him relentlessly as he sweated uncontrollably in his bed. Each time a bead of pre-cum would form on his cock, she would stop stroking and lick it off, obviously reveling in the delicious taste of his frustration. Finally, as dawn approached, she stopped and stood up.

“Oh my Thomas, this evening has been so much fun. Your aching balls produce such sweet nectar. I can’t wait to taste your desperate cum when you have been denied for a month, or a year or a decade even.” As he laid there in a pool of his own sweat, the Demoness lifted her left foot to his mouth and held it in front of his quivering lips. “Now, be a good boy and kiss your Demon Goddess good-night.” A small tear of desperation forming in his eyes, he reached out with his neck and took her big toe in his mouth and kissed it. “See you tonight Thomas!” she exclaimed as she then suddenly de-materialized into a wispy cloud of red smoke. Horny and exhausted beyond belief Thomas immediately passed out.

When he awoke a few hours later, he still thought it had all been a dream. Looking down his chest at his full erection staring up at him he laughed.

“Wow! I guess that wine and Transylvanian sausage did a number on me!”

Rising he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body and padded down the hall to the communal shower on the floor. Feeling the warm water soak his skin, and remaining desperately hard, he attempted to jack off but to his great concern found he could get close, but not go over. Still thinking there must be a logical answer for all of this, he finished his shower and waited for his erection to subside before wrapping his towel around himself and returning to his room to get dressed.

When he and his driver ate breakfast in the main room the same girl brought them coffee and more sausages, and he was both delighted but slightly unnerved by seeing her. With laser like focus he studied the beautiful Tavern Girl closely, wondering if it had been she that had visited him last night instead of an actual “demon”. Her obvious oblivion indicated either her innocence or a world class acting job, so he assumed it was not her but just his overactive horny imagination. Feeling slightly put off by the whole experience, he packed quickly (including the Necromanticon) and instructed his driver to take him back to Bucharest. Slightly unnerved by the whole experience he decided to cut his trip short and return home in a few days.

Back in Bucharest Thomas stripped off for bed that night in his luxury suite at the city’s top hotel still wondering if this whole experience last night in the village was not just some grand hallucination. Possibly that wine he had had was tainted, or maybe it was food poisoning from the Transylvanian Sausage. The scientist part of his mind worked overtime to reconcile observed reality to what was logically possible. As he finally relaxed and his head hit the big soft pillows in his suite he quickly drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later his eyes shot open in terror. Once again he was flat on his back, naked and paralyzed. The slow creak of the door to his bedroom opening frightened him and he was almost too terrified to look, but had to. His fears were confirmed when again, there she was standing in the door, taking the form of the beautiful tavern girl, once again dressed in the red negligee.

When she reached his bed, stripping off the whole way, she crawled up to grasp his head between her hands. As she slowly lowered her pussy onto his face she asked “Miss me, Doctor”. Through the gurgling and slurping she thought she heard a very faint response coming from his very busy mouth. The answer from her new human plaything was a big resounding YES, and as he began to once again lick and suck her devil cooch his transformation to her plaything continued both tonight, and every night, forever.

THE END