Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
Regardless of whatever was following her, Skylar knew one thing... it wasn’t evil. It was just a menace.
I went back and did a cleansing spell at the café, but it’s still around, she thought, creeping from her lounge room – where she’d been reading – to the kitchen, listening to it scuttling around.
She poked her head inside, just as a wrapper was tossed from her garbage bin. Then, a half-eaten piece of donut floated out of the bin, likely being held by the invisible creature, and it slipped to the ground. Bit by bit, little chunks were taken from the stale cinnamon deliciousness.
She backed away quietly, went to her alchemy workspace, and retrieved a single round glass spectacle with a silver chain dangling from it. Once more, she skulked to the kitchen, where she found the donut almost finished.
She lifted the monocle to her right eye, which revealed what it was.
“Ha! Got you!” she shouted, pointing to it as she rushed towards it.
The creature was furry, black, and long – like a ferret. It dropped the donut, bared its fangs as if making a sound she was unable to hear, and ran past her. It grew more frantic, bouncing as it ran up the hallway when her footfalls thudded loudly as she gave chase.
Black, bat-like wings arched in aggression as the long vermin sprinted, while its triple tail with glowing red ends wiggled in the air.
It had horns, and the tapered tips elongated when long ombre limbs formed and glowed red at the ends.
It turned to her, baring its horn tendrils, and parted its fangs on another roar or hiss she couldn’t hear.
Its claws scuttled on the wooden floor – the only noise she could hear from it.
It got so upset with her chasing it that it went to nip at her big toe, only to war-dance backwards. Its horn tendrils touched the ground, and a red magic circle burst to life. It darted into it and disappeared.
Now that it was gone, terrified and terrorised by a mighty Skylar and her magic monocle, she stood in the hallway huffing.
Okay. So a black ferret with tentacles, horns, and wings has been haunting me. Not quite the evil, malicious ghost she’d first been expecting. She waited to hear if it was still around before letting out a sigh of relief. It’s gone, at least for now.
She went to her grimoire to work out what it was, but like Mr Tentacles, she found nothing on it. It didn’t appear to be a vicious pixie or imp, or any kind of demon. Just a little creature being a nuisance.
After cleaning up the small mess it’d made in the kitchen, she decided that she was too pent up and exhilarated to read.
I feel like a shower. Picking up garbage after walking to and from the café had that effect on her.
As she stripped and then hopped inside the glass cubicle, she pondered over her mystery visitor. It had limbs like Mr Tentacles. Not blue, but red ones. It’s definitely his fault.
She quickly scrubbed her body. And just as she went to put her face under the water and clean away her make-up, she halted. If he left it... I’ll have to tell him to stop.
Which meant summoning him.
The water hitting her body suddenly felt harsh against her hardening nipples. Her pussy clenched in response to the mere idea of meeting him again.
Skylar not only didn’t wash her face, she fixed her make-up once she was out of the shower.
I’m not angry. She really wasn’t. More confused than anything. And I have been trying to figure out an excuse to summon him, she admitted, grabbing a set of sleepwear from her black chest of drawers.
Her bedroom had an ornate, gothic bedframe with corner posts, and the mattress was covered in dark royal-purple sheets and doona covers.
Her walls were hand-painted black, with picture frames of beautiful cathedrals, skulls and roses, and anything she found on the internet she thought would be pretty to frame.
Much of her furniture matched the aesthetic, including a set of medieval candelabras. Any guy she’d ever had over who wasn’t alternative like her was often creeped out by the near-vampiric décor style of her house.
Not that she knew whether vampires existed or not.
The window looked over her backyard, and an array of spooky trinkets she’d found, like bones, odd-shaped crystals, and strange rings, were placed along its sill.
Her black shorts had little stars and moons on them, and they matched the tank she pulled over her head, almost shivering when it abraded her nipples. She usually wore underwear and a bra underneath, but she didn’t want them in the way.
Because... if she intended to summon Mr Tentacles and ask if what was happening was his fault, she knew she’d easily falter if sex was on the table.
Is it weird that I’m this excited? She basically skipped to her workspace. Don’t know, don’t care!
Thrumming with anticipation, she drew the magic circle on the ground, grabbed new candles, and did the inscriptions upside down. After copying his name in the centre of the circle to call him specifically, she knelt in front of it while grasping her blade and paused.
Not because she was nervous, but because setting up the summoning spell had felt like the strangest game of foreplay.
Maybe I should have worn underwear. Her sleep shorts clung to her wet pussy, and it was a little uncomfortable, but when she wriggled her hips side to side and the hard seam rubbed over her aching clit, her eyelids fluttered.
She was horny and so ready she considered summoning him while kneeling over the circle just so they could get started straight away. I wonder if he’d mind?
No, she had to ask about the weird ferret creature first! That was her whole reason for summoning him. Kind of... not really.
Oh, who am I kidding? I really don’t care about it. She was sure she could get rid of it on her own, if she really wanted.
She sliced across the back of her arm while chanting the summoning incantation.
The magic circle glowed bright red, and she was only halfway done when a blue glowing limb breached her floorboards like a kraken emerging from the sea.
Another broke the surface, then another, and her smile grew while her pussy fluttered so intensely, she wondered if she would come if it kept happening.
That was until an arm emerged from the magic circle, and a huge hand slammed against the ground. Claws gouged into the wood, rending it as whatever she was summoning – it obviously wasn’t Mr Tentacles – yanked itself from her glowing red magic.
Skylar nearly screamed when a head popped through.
“Oh my fucking god,” she whispered, kicking away from the faceless creature that pushed itself out to its torso.
She’d already stopped chanting, but it kept coming.
Its face was smooth, like the beginning work of someone sculpting a clay bust or a motorcycle helmet.
It had no eye holes, nose, or even an imprint of a mouth, and an invisible oval ball with rainbow rays shone right where its forehead was.
The oval ball turned to her, as if that was how it could see, and it dipped its head slightly.
Two black horns protruded from its forehead and had limbs sprouting out of them like the weird ferret creature’s did, but the ends glowed electric blue. They were what had first emerged.
It had no hair, no ears, and it revealed skin that was also electric blue as it pulled its mostly humanoid form into her alchemy room. Completely naked, it stood on digitigrade legs and had four tails that, like its horns, glowed bright blue on the ends.
It – he – had four cocks. Four!
All were hanging limply, but they twitched when he neared her after he escaped the spell.
That’s not Mr Tentacles!
Skylar belted out a horrified squeal when he grabbed her ankle and tugged, and she kicked to free her leg. He let go, and she scrambled to her feet and bolted to the door.
He darted in front of her, beating her to the entryway to block it, and she backed up until her backside bashed against a counter.
Her gaze darted to the magic circle, and the name she’d carved in a language she didn’t know.
How did I mess it up? I know I did it perfectly this time! She’d double – no, triple-checked it!
This creature wasn’t cute. He was the opposite of cute!
The stuff of actual nightmares, he was something truly monstrous, and she whimpered as she dropped into a protective squat when he neared. Horrifyingly, he made a clicking noise from his chest as he crouched down in front of her, and Skylar clenched her eyes shut.
Afraid to face what he was about to do, she tensed. It can’t eat me without a mouth, right?!
When a sweet scent fluttered over her, and the clicking noise was so close it was right next to her ear, she remembered her magic.
“S-stay back, o-or I’ll hurt you,” she warned, letting her protective electric spell fill her hand. It sparked wildly, so much stronger than usual – except for when it backfired yesterday.
She could almost feel the creature’s heat when he arched around her, and she shoved her hand against his muscled, semi-humanoid chest.
Nothing happened. He didn’t convulse, didn’t scream.
Instead, he pushed his broad chest into her hand, leaned closer, and... nuzzled her temple?
A clicking purr started as he trapped her in, and her spell ceased with her surprise.
His big hands slid around her before he held her with his muscled arms and knelt as he lifted her.
Skylar gasped and froze in his embrace as he continued to nuzzle her temple, then the side of her neck, and his purr deepened.
More sweetness mingled with the air, and it somehow calmed the worst of her nerves. He’s... hugging me?
Skylar dared to open her eyes, and lightning seemed to fork and zap beneath the surface of his blue skin. Now that she was no longer fighting him, too shocked and confused to do anything that could make him turn on her, he lifted her higher and held her tighter.
What’s going on? she wondered, staring over his shoulder.