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Ghosts and goblins, dragons and demons, all creatures of myth and legend. At least one would think, but Myri wholeheartedly believed. She had scoured through countless books about the occult and beyond, gone through numerous rituals and spells, yet today Myri believed she would finally have results. During a trip, she had found a book humbly titled "The Witches Almanac", tucked into a dusty corner in an oddities shop. It excited her because, well, most of its writing was intelligible.

She had shown it around to 'friends' with similar interests, but none had ever seen such writing. Not that they would help her anyway. The internet was not a ton of help either, everything was either sketchy, unsecure sites or absolute nonsense. In the back of the book were the few pages Myri could read however, and they detailed something very specific; a ritual.

She scoured every word of the sparse pages, the ritual claimed to give the knowledge required to read the rest of the almanac. The requirements seemed simple, the most important one was performing it on the night of a blood moon. Thankfully, one was not far away! Myri used the time she had to get everything ready, excited and optimistic for whatever came next.

The ritual took a few hours to set up. First, Myri had to boil and brew a serum. A thick potion that the book called 'oil of happenstance' by throwing grinded up carrot stems, gold dust, crushed goat horn, pomegranate juice, and a few other herbs; in addition to a drop of her own blood. The budding alchemist had to make a site for the ritual itself next. Outside the back of the cottage in her little grotto, Myri made a five point circle with tallow candles. When the time drew near, the oil would be used to draw lines connecting all of them. But for now there was one last thing to do. According to the book, she would pay "the price of this rite, a seeding sleep of dreaming imbuement to satisfy this lust for knowledge." Thinking that this meant she would fall asleep if everything went right, and some kind of weird dream to go with it, Myri brought a cushion to sit on just in case.

Checking that everything was in place, the very excited witch stopped in front of the mirror hanging inside as she passed by. Myri took in the clothes she had decided to wear for this momentous occasion. Soft black pants of some form fitting material, topped with a dark purple belt, and the rest of the outfit following a similar color scheme. And with her top exposing her belly like it was, the hopefull witch thought it made her figure look absolutely delicious. Fragile looking, slightly pale skin gave off a glow, her form curvy and plush with handle-like hips to top it off. Myri adjusted the bewitching hat atop her head, loving how even the open cardigan she wore framed her body like flowing hair framed her face and glittering pierced ears. Even her chest, a bit on the smaller side, had perfect shape. Pouting full lips, the self proclaimed prettiest witch blew the mirror a kiss before moving on with a grin. Enough ogling herself, at last everything was ready.

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The moon was now high in the sky, its eerie red-orange glow lighting up the night. Sitting atop the cushion among the stones and plants of her garden, Myri drew the lines of oil among the candles before she lit them. All that was left was to speak the ritual and wait. Oh, she was so excited! This time for sure, Myri knew something would come of this. Without a moment to spare she spoke the words aloud, reading them from the book.

"By candles of flesh and oil of chance I call to thee, deem my blood worthy and bequeath to me the knowledge I seeketh. An offering of a dream in a dream to thou, seeding the power I lusteth. This sin I submit to prove my worth, thou shalt heed my call this harvest moon!"

Myri waited, kneeling before the circle expectantly. And... nothing happened. Her face fell, this was supposed to be the time it happened. Anything, something to just happen! Myri would do anything for even just a spark of magick. But alas, she closed the book with a sigh, looking up to the moon.

The moon, was it always that bright? It seemed to shine down directly on her, so brightly she had to look away. Myri noticed then that the entire garden was glowing brightly with rust-colored moonlight, but beyond was in the dark of night. It dawned on her, something was actually happening! Myri's attention snapped back to the circle, watching intently.

The candles burned to stubs far faster than they should, and the oil smoked, burning to black. An eerie feeling rose all around the garden, and a voice from the shadows sent a shiver down her spine.

"Oh sweet little witch, thou doth dare calleth upon me? An impressive feat for one so naive. So tell, what power dost thou desire?" It spoke, a deep foreboding voice that held sophistication and power.

Pausing in return, Myri answered while still in thought. "Oh, um... I just want to, um..."

"Speak up! This is no time for doubt, little witch." It sharply cut her off.

She gathered herself and spoke firmly. "I want to be a real witch!"

"Ah, a seed of magick you doth request? That I knew, but you remain before I still. A determination I simply cannot ignore."

The deep voice seemed to tease and toy playfully, purring out its praise even if it seemed to talk down to her. Myri felt frightened, but she would not let this chance go, boldly asking it a question.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Oh little witch, I am your dream, the granter of your seed!" The voice came from a single point now.

Stepping into the moonlight from the other side of the ritual circle came a imposing creature. It's form was... terrifying, yet alluring. Pointed, straight horns pointed up from a head of messy hair; the only hair on its body. Long pointed ears framed an angular, handsome face. Her eyes wandered down, taking in the rest of- Oh. He was definitely male, the little witch could see that quite plainly now. The only clothes he wore was a gold band around one horn. His smooth grayish-red skin was toned and flecked with spots of pale aurelian freckles, a figure to make any man jealous. The infernally hot creature gave a sharp toothed grin and flicked his long spaded tail, watching the blush on her face grow with glowing gilded eyes.

"You may call me Olmoc, what shall I calleth you?" He coyly spoke.

"M-myri!" She yelped almost instantly.

"Myri? A befitting name, keeper-to-be."

"Keeper?"

Olmoc knelt before Myri, still much taller. He gently lifted her chin, smiling as her eyes averted under his scrutiny.

"Yes, little witch. The pact we will make shall bequeath my seed of magick to thee and make thee a keeper. One of true bewitchment. Doth thou still wish it?"

This was it, her last chance to back out. To leave and forget all of this.

"I..."

No, she couldn't. Myri steeled herself and turned to meet his gaze, nodding with certainty.

"Yes, I still wish it."

Olmoc chuckled. "Then I deem thy blood worth of my seed."

Myri wanted to ask exactly what this meant, but before she could speak the demon kissed her quite forwardly. With that kiss the witch-to-be knew exactly what was coming, and there was no way out of it now. As surprise washed away into this realization, Myri reached her arms around Olmoc's neck and kissed him back; much to his amusement.

Slowly, he pushed Myri onto her back. She was thankful for the pillow now, laying atop it with him towering over her. His strong, warm hands rand down her sides, taking a firm hold of the hips they found without ever breaking their lips apart. He might lack clothes, but Myri was still dressed, and it seemed Olmoc was about to fix that.

He unbuttoned her form fitting pants, sliding them down shapley, plush legs. With no shoes, they came off easily, exposing lacy black panties and smooth thighs. Her toes curled in their socks as the cool night air brushed her bare skin.

The demon lowered himself over her, kissing Myri's already showing belly. The underwear followed her pants as they soon slid off too.

"A shame to see such becoming garments go, but thy offering is to be had~"

With that he gently spread Myri's legs, kissing her nethers and earning a small gasp for his efforts. Olmoc tongue ran circles around the sensitive bud found there, toying with it before licking lower. Once the demon had a taste he pushed his tongue into her depths. Further and further, oh goodness. Myri squirmed and fidgeted under the surprising length and dexterity just his tongue had. It wasn't long before equally nimble fingers stroked and pampered her curvy hips with soft touches.

Myri felt in bliss, places being touched inside her rarely used equipment that had never been touched before. Her hips arched into Olmoc's face on their own, unable to control their squirming. Soon Myri realized then that she had been holding her breath, and took a shuddering gasp. Now she could not even keep quiet, giving Olmoc loud whines filled with lust.

The pleasure wouldn't last forever, as he had a pact to fill yet. Olmoc withdrew his tongue, rising up to kiss Myri's neck while something warm and stiff pressed against her belly. She looked down to see his hard member laying across her nethers. Myri gulped, it must have been eight or nine inches at least!

He chuckled. "Fear not, little witch. I will take care of thee~"

Olmoc trace his sharp fingernail-like talons over her belly. She could see a faint shimmer in the shape he drew, warmth spreading further through her when he was done. Myri could only bite her lip and watch in amazement as he lined his tip to her entrance.

"To thee I bestow my seed, and doth bind myself with thou~"

He purred out the words sealing their pact, kissing Myri passionatley as he spread her outer folds open. Olmoc slowly pushed inside, whatever magick he had used letting him do so easily despite her tightness. She held onto him, moaning into the kiss until he pressed against her untouched depths. It felt like she had all of him. This was the fullest Myri had ever felt, no toy could ever rival this marvelous feeling. Grasping the demon tighter, her thoughts were unable to process his words in full as he started to thrust at a gentle pace.

The slow movements of the beast atop the little witch had her feeling every inch of length, every throb of his thick member, every brush of a vein against her walls, all toying with her at once. Myri came to desire it, waiting for every push back inside while continually being assaulted with kiss after kiss. Every motion only had the heat of passion building until she couldn't bear it any longer.

Clenching down on him, her first orgasm hit forcefully. Myri cried out with lust, shivering and tensing up, every inch of skin buzzing with ecstasy. Never had the feeling been this powerful, Myri wrapping herself around Olmoc tightly until it finally began to fade. The demon himself never slowed, riding out her fidgets and twitches effortlessly. His lips spread into a grin.

"Oh sinful little witch, it is not over yet~" Purred her infernal lover.

His pace picked up suddenly, brisk motions pushing her against the pillow. Feeling his tip push and stretch her insides as it made room for the last inch of his length caused Myri to scream with pleasure. She thought all of him had already fit in! But now, with his balls bouncing against her tender skin with every thrust, did she truly fit all of his magnificence.

Olmoc rose up, grabbing his mortal partner's hips tight as his pace became rough. Myri felt pounded into the ground, pounded like a beast was ravaging its prey. The deep, harsh pumps were like an animal breeding. It dawned on her that it was exactly that, with how much his cock was twitching it couldn't be long before her raw cunt was filled with hot, demonic cum. Myri knew it before, but now the soon to be keeper had to admit to herself that this was what 'seed' had meant.

The thought was fleeting however. With a primal roar Olmoc hilted inside of her, his tip seeming to press against her vulnerable cervix, filling the womb it protected directly. The searingly hot seed sent Myri over the edge again, a second climax milking a seemingly endless amount of cum from the demon's sack. She swore she could see her belly bulge from it! The freshly christened witch had no idea how long he was filling her, she was in utter bliss for every last second of it.

Finally, Olmoc let her hips rest to the ground and pulled himself out of his offering. His seed gushed out of her and soaked the ground with its sheer amount as he took a seat nearby. Myri was breathing heavy, still shuddering from the intense sexual encounter. She wanted to stay awake, but could feel herself drifting off into sleep, her body taxed and exhausted. Looking over at Olmoc, she merely smiled.

"It is done, little witch." He said with a smile in return. "Soon, thou shalt have power all thy own."

Myri felt a twinge of excitement rush through her. This is what it all had been for, power all her own. But Olmoc's somber look brought Myri's thoughts back.

"W... what about you?"

"I shalt leave, should th-"

"Stay." Myri said without thinking, reaching out and placing a hand on his knee. "Please."

He smiled, picking up his little witch gingerly and carrying her toward the house.

"Let us get thee to bed, the ground is none too comfortable even with a cushion."

She sighed sleepily and rested her head against his chest, speaking with a small yawn as she drifted off.

"Thank you... Olly."

'Olly' looked at the girl in his arms quizzically, finding her already asleep.

"Olly... I do not mind that." He said to himself, taking them both inside for the night.