Auronnah is an adept learning to ply her skills under the tutelage of her Mistressand caretaker, Celeste. As young, free spirits will, Auronnah tests her boundaries, andcommon sense falls prey to desire.
Auronnah quickly checked the hallway, ducked into her Mistress’s library and slid the forbidden tome back among the dusty volumes on a high shelf. Satisfied it was properly aligned, she pursed her lips and blew. A sheet of dust settled across its spine, to blend it in with its brethren. Auronnah checked that she hadn’t smeared the incantation scribbled on her hand, and proceeded smugly to the supply closet.
In the living room, she set the smudge pot down, knelt before the low table, and lit an arrangement of pillar candles. She touched a spark to the heady greens inside the stone bowl, leaned over and wafted the pungent smoke into her face, off her brow, and around her head.
She rolled her shoulders and her neck, easing her spine into its most comfortable position; vertebra stacked neatly, one on top of another. Face raised and eyes closed, she allowed the rest of her body to fall into alignment. The flow of her mind released. She plucked at random fragments of thought and coaxed them to completion, liberated each thought as she brought it to fruition, until her mind was clear and focused solely on the image of her intended.
Come…
The essence of her psyche rippled, then settled back into place as the wish traveled through, out and away. She exhaled, gathered herself and continued, repeating the word in her mind several times over while she rocked and hummed softly. Her hands rose and hovered a moment at chest height before extending towards the candles. She followed the currents of heat with her fingertips, all the way up to the full extension of her arms, then splayed and pushed at the air.
She felt the thread reach its target. The sheer power of the creature vibrated back and sang through her. Tingling and elated, she leaned back and stroked herself through the folds of her gown. Mouth slack, eyes closed, she rocked her hips in time to the powerful heartbeat that strummed the filament of magic between them.
“Are you soothing again, Auronnah?”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she glowered at Celeste, who seemed to appear every time she commenced a spell. Celeste’s face softened, and she glided over and stroked Auronnah’s hair.
“Oh, my little star. You and your wish spells. Well, it’s good practice.” She smiled down at her charge. “And now, Aurrie, lessons, lessons. Gather your things and meet me in the study.” With a whoosh of amber silk robes, she was off.
Auronnah grinned, knowing full well that her Mistress had no inkling of what her young charge was about. She snuffed out the candles, waved a hand over the smudge pot for one last whiff of sage, clutched her books to her chest and scurried down the hall.
She cast a glance out the window on her way past, and tacked a fleeting thought to the tail end of the spell that soared toward the distant mountains.
Make haste…
***
Flowing forth, grazing the treetops, dipping across the meadows: deep into thebelly of the mountain traveled the spell. It twisted between crevices, squeezed throughfissures and at last sighted its target. It fell upon him, plunging into his brow.
His eyes shot open and his body jerked up. He slammed back against the cold stoneof his chamber wall and probed the darkness for the source of his sudden awakening.
His head swam. Something warm and velvety soft flowed through his thoughts,seeping in to drape down his shoulders and saturate his chest, and he released thebreath he’d been holding for what seemed his entire life.
He sprung to his feet, back scraping against the rock face, and felt a stirring, asthough ‘someone’ had plucked a thread from his chest and gently tugged at it. Hepushed away from the wall and staggered into the darkness to follow the faint trail ofresidual magic.
His loins tingled in anticipation and his snarl echoed off the cavern walls.
***
“Auronnah! Snap to it, girl! What are you off about?” Celeste whirled around to face her charge. “Star, if you are going to get past this level, you’ll need to concentrate. You must master the basics in order to control your power, innate or otherwise.” But Auronnah was far away, mentally tracking the path of the one she’d called forth, shifting in her seat with anticipation. “He’s coming, Mistress.”
“Who’s coming? Are you speaking of the wish spell, Auronnah? You didn’t actually perform a summons, did you?”
“But Celeste, I can soothe him! Think of the-”
“You’ve no knowledge! Do you not see why I pound these lessons into your head, child?”
Auronnah shoved her hands into her lap and forced herself still.
“Well, we’re just going to have to set this right, little one. This will not do.” Auronnah snapped to attention. “Celeste, no! Please! It’s is nothing I can’t handle!
I’ve stayed well within the realm of my powers, Mistress! I swear it!” She slumped in her seat. “I’m not a child anymore.”
“No, Star. No you’re not. But you are young. It’s over your head. You’re not ready.
That’s all there is to it.”
“Just because I’m not a hundred years old like you!” Auronnah gasped at her own petulance, and fell silent. Celeste moved to stand next to her charge and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“How close is he?”
Auronnah dropped her eyes, but internally sought him out, seeking to buy herself some time. “Just to the woods, Mistress.” Hastily she added, “My thread faded hours ago. I only just now sensed him again, but I no longer have a connection.”
Celeste closed her eyes and went still, hands in the air, fingers spread and extended.
Auronnah watched and waited, holding her breath until her Mistress relaxed.
“I don’t sense him anywhere near.” Celeste worried her hands a moment, then turned to her charge. “To bed with you, little star. You’ll need your strength. Tomorrow we’ll bind the meadow in case he returns.”
***
The creature sensed the proximity of his prey. He tipped his head back and scented
the air, savoring the combined sweetness of the magic and its spell caster. Stretched
before him, the thread thrummed and pulsed, and he felt a gentle prodding in his mind.
She sought him out-tentative fingers of inquiry that touched on his thoughts,measuring his intent. He held his hunger far to the rear of his consciousness, teasingher with only a sliver of his desire.
A different, more assertive sensation touched his mind, and he closed off all accesswith a twitch of an eye. The probe rebounded off his defenses and petered out, a wickin the dregs of its wax.
Lengthening his strides, he crashed through undergrowth and bent saplings in hispath. Her scent was cloying, wrapped around his senses, stoking the fires of hisalready ravenous need. There was light in the distance, and behind it, shadowedmovement. He tasted her in the air.
Heedless of all else, he plunged forward into the night and burst through the finalline of trees. His gait swallowed the field beyond, and he panted and salivated morewith each step.
He swiped at the thread of magic clinging to his chest. The link dropped, barelynoticed as it wafted to the ground, faded to gray, then dissipated completely.
***
Auronnah lay on top of her covers with Celeste’s admonishments still ringing in her head. She strained her ears for the slightest sounds from her Mistress’s room. The lights had long since been extinguished, and the cottage ticked and creaked as it too settled in for the night.
With utmost stealth, and a faint cloaking spell cast under her breath, Auronnah crept out of her room, down the shadowed hall and slipped out the back door. She hit the field at a run, her cheeks already flushed with excitement.
She neared the edge of the clearing, and could feel his power weaving between the line of trees that stretched as far as her line of sight would reveal. Her need carried her forward, so strong and ravenous that she could have traversed the underbrush with eyes closed.
At last she came to rest near the center of the forest, in a clearing washed the palest blue with full-on moonlight. Flowering willows flanked a quiet stream that split the expanse in half. The venue offered both seclusion and numinous air, magical because it was the place where Celeste had found her when she was but a child. It was only fitting that it be the place where she initiated her true power.
Auronnah perched atop a boulder on the western bank and settled in to wait.
***
He’d doubled back and fallen in behind her, his crashing gait now fluid and silent.
The only telltale sign of his presence: the musk that rose from his arousal and hung likea fog about him.
He held back in the shadows and watched her gentle progress, leered at her delicatefeatures, salivated over the scent that saturated his nose. This would be a meal to besavored.
Puzzling, that this lithe creature had the strength to summon him; but in his needfulstate, the thought was a fly buzzing at his ear, and he swatted it away. She drapedherself in wait, and he lunged forth into the clearing. She started at the suddendisturbance, but remained still, eyes closed, a smile playing on her lips. Again hemarveled at her tenacity, and it stirred his loins, almost to a painful state of desire.
***
Auronnah gasped at the rumblings near the edge of the clearing, and the scent that suffused her nostrils sparked thrills through her body. She fought the urge to open her eyes, knowing full well that she didn’t want to see what was coming. If the books were accurate, his visage would strike in her a fear more powerful than her desire, but his sexual prowess was a legend of its own.
His bulk displaced the open air of the clearing, and she felt his heat long before the steely paws closed around her shoulders and lifted her into the air. His talons pressed gently against her fair skin, sending shivers throughout, and a great inhalation sucked at her gown, from sternum to pelvis.
The fabric ripped away, and she was flipped onto the grass, face pressed against the springy turf while a rigid, furry arm held her hips in the air. A thick, hot tongue slathered her exposed nether lips, and she moaned and writhed against the iron grip on her waist.
Near drunk from the heady scent of his secretions, Auronnah braced herself against the turf in anticipation of the beast’s first thrust. The force of his entry all but flattened her. His erection stretched her almost beyond her limits. She cried out, jerking away instinctively, but the beast held her in place, hunched over her and pumped, an exquisite battering ram insisting on entry.
Her body gave way, accommodated his girth, and she rocked back on her knees in time to his thrusts, her supple flesh crashing against his solid wall of fur and muscles.
He gripped her tighter, and Auronnah let loose a yelp when a second phallus swelled from beneath his thick pelt and probed against her backside.
Slick with seed, the second protrusion slid up and down the parting of her buttocks, and dripped onto her back for a few fevered thrusts. The beast held her away and rammed it into her, eliciting a moan from Auronnah such as she’d never before uttered.
Her groans and cries were guttural, coming from deeper inside than she’d known was possible. Each utterance filled her throat, resounded in the air and bounded off the ring of trees that surrounded the clearing.
In a swift motion, the beast yanked himself out of her, flipped her in mid-air, and resumed his thrusting, holding her aloft with one paw beneath her back. The larger of his appendages now in Auronnah’s anus, he grunted and strained, and the smaller shaft began to swirl around inside her vagina, wiggling like a worm through the earth and finding her most receptive nooks and crannies. Rapture loosed her body, melding it to his form; juicy, riding and succumbing to his manipulations.
His serpentine tongue lashed out, impossibly long, and wound around her breasts. It squirmed at her nipples, snaked down her belly, left a snail’s trail of wetness in its wake.
When the heated muscle touched against her clitoris, the sweet sizzle was excruciating, and Auronnah screamed in ecstasy, bucking, legs and arms flailing, head thrashing back and forth.
The beast snarled and held tight to her torso, his talons mere fractions from rending the flesh below her rib cage. He strained into her, impaled her on his dual shafts until he let loose a guttural howl. It shook the meadow, rippled the water of the stream, and bent the trees away.
***
His seed planted and his hunger assuaged, the creature released the limp form andwatched her collapse in a heap on the dewy ground. The grass was slick with hissecretions, pooling in the patches of bare earth and seeping into the soil. Shewhimpered, but did not stir.
Spent as he had into her, his power felt renewed, glaring inside him, brilliant.
Overwhelmed, he howled again. He lumbered on all fours into the woods, slashed hismark against the sides of the trees with great arcs of his claws, and passed into thedarkness.
***
Auronnah woke to the tinkling of the brook only a few feet from her head, and dragged herself to the edge to wet her arid throat. The water was icy and sharp against her tongue, cutting through the thickness in her mouth and reviving her senses. She angled her body over the bank and rolled into the water, letting the current carry away the creature’s residue.
It had been more than she’d bargained for, to be certain, but she wouldn’t pretend to regret her actions. She giggled to herself and cast a hasty muzzle spell across his luminescent trail only just dissipating into the pre-dawn shadows.
Too drained, she hadn’t the strength to cast far enough. The magic fell limp against the forest floor and faded back into her conscience. She would rest, she reasoned, and rose to gather her tattered garments from the grass. Yes. She would rest a bit and return in the morning.
Her limbs were like rags, and she stumbled back to the cottage, a faint, sated smile dancing in her eyes. She pulled herself together long enough to slip through the rear door and pad silently to her room, where she sunk gratefully into her down-filled mattress. Just as she pulled her covers up around her shoulders, a spark ignited in the corner, and Auronnah paled at the sight of her Mistress stepping out of the shadows, brightening the room with a light cast above her open palm.
“That is no soothing I smell. You reek of your mischief,” Celeste said, her face drawn and cold, eyes flashing disappointment, concern, and anger. “Come. Let us undo this evil you’ve laid on our doorstep. I’ve eluded the darkness too long to perish of a young girl’s foolishness!” Celeste threw her hands out before her, and the lamps and candles throughout the house ignited with a whoosh.
“By the Goddess, child! Have you retained nothing I’ve taught you?” She looked back, but continued on, fully expecting Auronnah to follow, which of course, she did.
***
The creature slept until his sluggishness gave way to another, baser hunger, and hesnarled his need. Tendrils of saliva dripped from his ragged maw. He roused himselfand followed once again the scent of his earlier prey.
***
Celeste pulled several books from the shelves and frantically paged through them while muttering under her breath. “Of all the… where in the world… Ugh! Where is that volume, child?”
Auronnah sighed heavily and produced the book from beneath her robes. Celeste snatched it and flipped it open, one hand gliding along the words, the other flailing at the bottles on a nearby shelf. She dashed and pinched and poured. Incantations flew from her lips.
But all too soon, the walls of the cottage shook with an unearthly booming. The discordance rattled the windows until they imploded into a rain of glass shards. The women shielded their faces and ran to the front of the house. Just as they reached the foyer, the door blew off its hinges, and a dark, seething figure filled the frame.
Auronnah fell to the floor in her haste to reverse direction. She cowered behind the soothing table, watching as Celeste drew herself to her full height and sketched figures in the air.
“You are not welcome here! Return to the night! I bind you from entering! Return to the night!” The spell swirled around Celeste, catching her robes in an updraft as it solidified before the beast. “You are not welcome here! Return to the night!” The creature stepped forward into Auronnah’s line of vision, and she shrank further under the table. He was horror incarnate: great, gnashing jaws filled with row upon row of needle sharp teeth, black eyes this size of a man’s hand, matted fur that did nothing to disguise the massive muscles beneath. Ape-like arms ended in cruel black talons, which scattered splinters in their wake while dragging across the cottage floor.
The creature swatted at the magic. The spell shattered like the windows had done only moments before. With a vicious swipe, he slashed Celeste’s torso open. She fell to her knees and her innards spilled across the floor.
One stride brought him to Celeste’s crumpled figure. Auronnah shielded her eyes, but couldn’t block out the slurping and crunching sounds.
When all was silent, she peeked over her forearm. The beast sat upon on his haunches, bathing himself as a cat might, licking paws and rubbing the fur around his muzzle. His eyes rose to meet hers. He huffed and drew nearer. Paralyzed, unable to recall the simplest of spells, Auronnah squeezed her eyes shut and awaited her fate.
The creature’s wet muzzle nudged her body, sniffed and salivated. He licked her chin and growled in the back of his throat. He snatched Auronnah up in one paw, talons now puncturing the soft flesh of her sides. She cried out, expecting the crunch of his jaws on her midsection. Instead, he held her aloft, her body sagging like a rag doll, and impaled her with the larger of his penises.
He pummeled into her, stretching her insides painfully. The attack jerked her up and down. He grunted and growled, and she yelped and cried for mercy.
He sank onto his knees, leaned back and used both giant paws to plunge her onto himself, again and again. Auronnah’s teeth clattered together with each jarring impact.
His second penis joined the first, pried its way inside her vagina as the beast increased the pressure and speed.
His climax was torrential. The searing liquid gushed out of her and washed down her flailing legs, splattered everything around them in pink droplets of his semen and her blood.
Just as Auronnah wondered if it would ever end, he filled her with a final thrust, then tossed her to the floor, where she lay in a crumpled heap, sobbing into the rug. The beast grunted as though laughing and lumbered out the door.
Auronnah’s hand slid down to her belly. She already felt his seed growing inside her battered womb. Her just reward.
She rolled her head towards the meager remains of her fallen Mistress. “Oh, Celeste,” she murmured, “I am so sorry.”
***
His hunger sated, the demon turned and ambled back to his mountain, anotherthousand years’ slumber beckoning him home.