Chapter 4
Chapter
Four
As she knelt on the ground with a blade next to her, multiple candles brightened Skylar’s face, except for the ones she’d placed on the wooden floor around the charcoal she’d used to make her magic circle. Their wicks were unlit and ready.
Her grimoire lay open on her other side, and she double-checked the inscriptions in the magic circle, then leaned back on her folded legs. Nervousness made her hands shake, and Skylar nibbled her bottom lip before thinking better of it because of her lipstick.
She wiped her teeth, fixed the skirt of her cute black dress, and then patted down her hair. I hope he finds me pretty. It likely didn’t matter, as the incubus was allowing himself to be called and would fulfil the contract regardless, but she wanted it to be enjoyable for both of them.
However, she did hope it would mean he would be extra attentive if he liked her appearance.
Taking a deep, calming breath, she blew it out and then clicked her fingers. All seven white candles sparked to life, and the inscriptions she’d written into them glowed red. With her hands trembling, she grabbed her ritual blade, and her heart managed to double its pounding.
Hot blood pumped through her veins and roared in her ears as she began to chant the words while keeping her eyes on the spell in her grimoire. Not wanting to do irreparable damage to herself, she sliced across the top of her forearm just deep enough to make a few drops of blood well.
The moment crimson sluiced from her skin and hit the charcoal, the magic circle shifted from dark grey to glowing red.
Her straight black hair fluttered back at the sweep of magic as it thrummed around the room in waves.
The red glow brightened as sparkling glitter began to shimmer in the air around her.
Goosebumps prickled along her ivory skin, causing the hairs on her arms to lift as immense power brushed over her.
It instantly made her pierced nipples harden and her insides quiver just from the mere taste, and she knew without a doubt that whoever she’d summoned would be someone strong. Someone powerful. Hopefully someone naughty and experienced who would lead her straight into a night of sinful debauchery.
An electric-blue limb emerged from the centre of the circle like a whale breeching the surface of the ocean, then another and another. Something was coming, and she hoped soon she would be too. Just coming and climaxing until she was a lewd mess.
Okay, big guy. Show me who you are!
She expected an arm – or maybe a pair of horns – to eventually emerge as she continued to chant. Perhaps even the dramatic roll of a back rippling with muscles before he stood tall to tower over her mortal form like an all-powerful, all-superior demonic creature of lust.
Instead, more limbs – far too many – kept coming.
Then Skylar ran out of words; she’d already repeated the incantation three times as required. The magic circle continued to glow, as did the runic symbols in the candles, but the flames had snuffed out – showing the spell had ended.
She stared wide-eyed at the thing she’d summoned. The weird, freaky, not-a-humanoid thing.
She wanted to say it looked like the bottom of an octopus that was entirely missing its head, but even that was wrong.
The dozens of tentacles, all of different thicknesses and lengths, lacked any suckers, nor were they tapered into points.
Their ends were rounded, like a dildo that was nothing but a blunt, featureless tube of vibration.
The limbs, she decided to call them, swayed gently.
They had a subtle luminescence to them, like glowsticks, and their electric blue was pretty and mesmerising.
Her shoulders deflated in disappointment.
“What the fuck did I summon?” she whispered, panicking as she leaned over to her grimoire. “I’m sure I did the spell correctly.”
Draw the circle. Carve the inscriptions in the candles, then light them. Begin the chant while drawing blood. Yes, everything was right. Yet her eyes slipped to the creature that very much wasn’t a handsome incubus with a raging hard-on ready to send her into mindless pound town.
The glowing limbs grabbed each of the candles, and she covered her head when she expected them to mindlessly start throwing things, like they were attached to a tempestuous beast. It merely picked them up and then put them back down near where she’d originally placed them.
“You’re not what I meant to summon,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears as the heat of her arousal and anticipation died. Going from such a high to an absolute low made her stomach tighten with disappointment and loss.
The swaying limbs seemed to... droop at her words, and she collected the grimoire. “I’m sorry. I’ll figure out how to send you back.”
A limb shot out and wrapped around her wrist, halting her from standing. Skylar squealed at how warm it was, and how firmly it held on as she tried to make it let go. She fell from her kneeling position to her backside, and it grabbed her ankle and yanked.
Not too hard, not enough to drag her to it, but enough to give her a fright. It quickly let go when it was obvious she was fretting, and it stole her grimoire instead!
She grabbed the other end of the book’s spine and pulled back, ensuring they played a game of tug-o’-war. It wrapped a different limb around one of her candles and placed in the crease of the open book suspended between them. It poked at the candle – or, rather, where she’d written her inscription.
When she did nothing but yank on the tome with grunts of determination, it picked up the candle again, and with a different limb, pointed to the inscription once more.
Skylar stopped and regarded it and what it was doing. Is it trying to communicate with me? Her gaze followed along its limb, noting the way it blatantly poked at the page like it was sentient and could read it.
When she curled her fingers around the candle, it let go so she could take it, and even helped her to gently place the grimoire on her lap.
“I don’t understand,” she admitted, looking between it, its many limbs, and her candle.
It proceeded to point at the writing in the grimoire and then to the inscription on the candle. Her skin grew cold when she realised what she’d done wrong.
“I carved them upside down?!” she yelled, before lifting onto her knees to grab another one, only to realise it was upside down as well.
It was the same for all seven, and Skylar covered her forehead because she couldn’t believe she’d done something so freaking stupid! But she’d been so excited, her mind foggy with horniness, that she’d been careless.
What if I summoned something truly evil?!
Her eyes widened, and she gaped at the tentacle monster. “Oh my god, you’re not evil, are you? It was an accident! I swear!”
A strange sound came from it, like a clicking trill that was too cute for what it was. She narrowed a glare at it.
“Did you just... laugh at me?”
A single limb rose to bob its blunted end at her in a semblance of a nod.
Blood boiling with chagrin and her cheeks heating with embarrassment, Skylar.
.. gawked at it. She didn’t know what to do.
Part of her wanted to dive in and tackle it so she could pummel it for rudely laughing at her misfortune; another part just wanted to have a bubble bath and cry in mortification.
She was still kind of horny. Then again... that seemed to have become her constant state of being these days. Regardless, she knew what she should do, and she sighed as her shoulders fell in defeat.
“I’m really sorry.” She lifted the grimoire to gesture at it. “It says here that you’ll go back to whatever realm you came from when the sun rises, but I feel rude for inconveniencing you. I’ll see if I can find a way to unsummon you.”
That same limb from before shook side to side and pulled the grimoire so it would slide from her legs to the ground between them. It poked the page at a single sentence:
Trade sex for sexual energy.
For a long while, Skylar blinked at the page, stained yellow with time.
No. It couldn’t be asking to... could it?
Dumbfounded, she barely noticed when a warm limb wrapped around her ankle gently, and she jolted as it began to pull her towards it.
“Wait!” she shouted, kicking her leg to free herself. “No!”
It instantly stopped and let go.
Then it did something that made her cheeks flare so hot she thought she’d combust. One of its many limbs made an ‘O’ while another poked through it multiple times.
“I thought I was summoning a sexy incubus!” she argued, shuffling away from it. “Not a tentacle creature.”
All its swaying limbs deflated like a wilting flower that had been poisoned, and Skylar instantly felt... bad.
Aww. I didn’t mean to offend it, but like... This just wasn’t what she’d been expecting for the night, and she didn’t know how to proceed when it didn’t even have a face. She was struggling to conceptualise this, or why it would even want to have sex with her.
Then again... She bit her lip when she found it kind of adorable how it was all deflated and sad-looking, like limp noodles. It does seem to be sentient.
It could talk, had already shown it could laugh, and had listened when she’d said stop – which meant it understood right from wrong. And, most importantly, it had even consented by pointing to exactly what it wanted.
“I-I don’t even know your name or pronouns,” she argued, although her fight was quickly dissolving.
It feels wrong... to judge it based on what it looks like and what it is. Just because it wasn’t human formed, didn’t mean it didn’t deserve some loving if it wanted it. What if I’m the weird one to it?
The creature used three of its many limbs to make a circle with an arrow pointing diagonally to the right. Once more, Skylar blinked, this time at what appeared to be the universal sign for... male.
Then, he swiped up the remnants of charcoal and drew symbols on the ground while indicating to himself. It had to be his name – not that she understood the language, nor was she in the right state of mind to decipher its pattern.
A limb then slowly pushed forward and touched the centre of her chest, while in the background, he made a question mark form. She looked down to where he’d poked just as he pulled away.
“My name?” she asked, and he nodded a limb. She couldn’t help smiling as some of her uncertainty and tension ebbed away. “It’s Skylar.”
He drew another symbol on the ground, and she thought it might have been her name in his language, though she couldn’t be sure.
Then he did something that made her cover her mouth as a giggle formed. He shaped a heart with some of his back limbs, and it instantly made her smitten.
“You’re kind of cute,” she admitted. “And a little sweet.”
Despite the difficulty of their language barrier, he was trying to reassure her.
What if he has to fulfil the contract now that I’ve summoned him, and not doing so could have terrible consequences for him? She didn’t want him to get in trouble or something, just because she was being unfair. And I did summon him, even if I didn’t mean to. That’s entirely my fault.
She was unsure of where to look as her gaze glided across his multiple glowing blue limbs, finding them less daunting and scary the longer she took him in.
This is kind of like my kraken fantasies, just without the rest of their body.
Tentacles and stuff, all touching in dozens of ways and going everywhere all at once.
She was tempted to bite her lip as she recalled all her self-touching fantasies, or the immoral amount of tentacle hentai she’d watched... or downloaded onto her phone in a locked picture folder.
So. Much. Porn.
Then he made the sign for sex again as his limbs shot forward to grasp her knees and pull her to him, and she didn’t have the same fight in her as before. He was slower, his hold looser, as if he expected her to run away again.
He sure is cute, though, and he’s trying really hard.