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Darkest Magic - Part 1

Ever since I got to buy my own books I have been fascinated by any literature on the mystic and occult. The Picatrix, the Magia Naturalis, or the Black Pullet, you name it, it will probably present in my library. However, the Internet being the endless source of knowledge and novelties, that it is, opened up completely new opportunities for someone interested in these subjects. Digging down through forums, sifting out those that either do not take the occult serious, or, are simply run by edgy teenagers, trying to impress their highschool love interests, I finally came across one that seemed to be just what I was looking for. It did not take long after me posting my first thread for me to get messaged by someone like-minded.

They suggested a book to me that I have never heard of. Nor, after spending days trying to find it online, did the Internet seem to know about it. So I asked my newfound peer if he could send me his copy, to which he agreed. It did not take long for it to arrive and I was eager to explore its secrets.

As I opened up the cardboard box it was sent in, the smell of an ancient library hit me. I instantaneously fell in love, and as I removed the book from its box, the only word that came in my mind to describe what I saw was, Grimoire. Not even writing was found on its cover, only a simple dark red leather, with what resembled runes carved into it.

This was what a book on magic is meant to look, smell and feel like. After the box was discarded I took it to my bedroom and started to flip the pages. Oddly enough, the book was in the English language. There were chapters on protective spells, divination, and curses. Hundreds of pages on all of these areas. However, the most intriguing one was the chapter on summons, with one in particular. On the page of this summkn, three goat skulls were crudely drawn, with a sort of pentagram below. However the pentagram was shaped very peculiarly, with wavy lines and runes inside and around it. Runes I have never seen in any of my other books. The summon was supposed to be a servant to the summoner. The ritual itself did not require any incantation, simply the figure drawn on the ground and a very specific sequence of movements sketched on the following three pages, a cut through the hand of the summoner, and lastly a single sentence, "I invite you into this world".

I got insanely excited reading this, as most other spells usually require ridiculously specific items such as an egg of a raven or a specific sacrificial dagger. For this, I had all the necessary items. So I set everything up to enact the summon that evening.

As the moon rose, I was standing in my bedroom, just in underwear, full of excitement. I have tried several of the easier summons from other books, unsurprisingly, none of them yielded any results. Maybe this was going to be different, I thought, maybe this was going to be the real deal.

I started walking around the pentagram I drew earlier, following the movements detailed in the book. It felt dumb and childish, as these rituals always do, howvere there us still always an element of excitement and "what-if" that goes hsbd in hand with them. After one tour around the pentagram it was time for the knife to the hand. I could not bring myself to properly slice through, so I simply pressed the knife into my hand until I saw some drops of blood form on the blade. Surely that would suffice. As my blood was dropping to the floor around the pentagram, I spoke the words, "I invite you into this world". And as expected, silence.

I started laughing, laughing at the situation, and laughing at myself for believing again that any of these books would actually work. So I went to the bathroom to get my hamds cleaned and bandaged up. As I stepped into the dark bathroom I fumbled for the light switch next the cabinet. As the lights came on, I felt it. A low vibration throughout the entire house, as if someone was breathing heavily. And I saw why.

In the mirror, a monstrosity appeared behind me, as massive as the whole doorframe. A massive goat skull, but with many ten centimeter wide fangs and six slightly twisted horns was staring at me through the mirror. Its eyes were a burning red and looking into them felt as if I was burning up from the inside. Below the head, its body looked like the paintings of a minotaur body, but in red, with big bulging muscles. Its hands looked like those of a human, but much more massive, as if they could crush his head with ease. Each finger had long sharp claws on them. I could make out three tails flopping about, hitting the bathroom door and leaving holes with each hit. The tips of the tails looked like spear heads, glistening with what looked like blood. Then, there was one last massive part on the beast. Nearly hanging to the hooves on the end of its legs, a massive penis was present. It looked like that of a horse, just even more massive. It had the thickness of my forearm, and along its length were six ridges, getting thicker the closer to the base. Behind it, a massive ball sack was hanging as thick as a melon. It seemed quite active too, because below the beast on the bathroom floor, a pool of what I assumed to be precum, or piss, formed. It had however, the same colour as blood. After inspecting it, I finally turned around to look at the beast not through the mirror. But it was gone.

The liquid on the ground however remained. I jumped across and as I walked through the door, a heavy punch came in from the back. It knocked me straight to the ground and felt like it broke one of my vertebrae. The pain was intense and I screamed in agony, unable to move. Then I saw the beast standing there, looking down at me. As tears started filling my eyes it bent down to reach me, its hot, sulphury breath hitting my face. Guttural sounds started resonating from its skull as the glowing eyes started to flicker. It was perhaps trying to communicate something. It moved one of its massive hands over my head and presses one of its claws into my forehead. It cut open the skin like a razor, but oddly enough it did not hurt, nor bleed. In fact, the pain from my back also disappeared instantaneously. It pulled out its claw which was sunken for a good five centimeters into my head and then put its hand around my neck. It lifted me up with ease, nearly completely cutting of my breathing. I could see that it was mustering me from head to toe, but for what reason, I did not know. As it held me with its right hand, the beast's left hand moved down to its cock. As the hand moved over the massive piece of meat the beasts fingers did strange movements. Once they came to a stand still, the cock started to shrink. From its full length of probably a meter, it went to a still ridiculously huge half a meter,while keeping its ridges and thickness. Why would it do that, I wondered, not realising that I was soon going to find out.

The beast threw me on the ground and stood its heavy hoof on my chest. It could have crushed and killed me immediately, right there and then, but it chose not to. Instead, it bent down, closer to my foot and with one single swift motion, its claws dug into my ankle and the beasts hand ripped off my foot. I screamed, but it took me a few seconds before realising that there was again no pain, only a massive pool of blood forming. Rising up again, the beast brought my foot to its face. A long and thick snakelike tongue slithered out between its fangs, dripping with black saliva, and licked the foot. The tongue split into two and both ends explored different parts of the ripped-off morsel. After the tongue retracted into the maw, the beast opened it, and like a bear-trap, the maw snapped close, my foot disappearing fully in it with a loud crunch. I noticed how my own mouth was gaping for the entire gruesome scene. I did not comprehend what I just witnessed since this evening started, but I feared that it was just the beginning. This was to be proven right.

After it devoured my left foot, the beast took its hoof off of my chest, only to bring it down, full force, on my other foot. A deafening crack echoed through my room. I was not sure if it was from my bones being pulverised or from the floor being shattered by the force. Either way, more blood joined the pool. All I could do was lay there and pray that I would wake up and this all turned out to be a nightmare. The guttural sounds appeared again, this time, it simply resembled a laugh however, repeating the same sound in quick succession.

Once again its massive hands moved towards my head, just touching my forehead softly with one of its claws. The moment it did I felt all the pain return to my body, and I also felt what has happened to my feet. It was unimaginable pain and I felt my consciousness quickly disappearing into darkness from the agony. The claw touched my head again, and once more, any pain disappeared, and just my tears remained. So the beast could control my perception of pain. And it seemed to enjoy it, as its cock started to harden ever so slightly, while black liquid started to drop from its tip, similar to its saliva. Thick and goopy droplets hit my stomach, sticking to my skin like glue and smelling like burnt coal.

As the black cock hardened and angled upwards, the beast grabbed my legs and yanked me up. I was dangling upside down, having the tip of its now fully erect cock in my sight. It dangled me closer, so the tip was touching my face. It was extremely sticky and as I swayed back an forth, thick black strands formed between the tip and my face. As I slowed down and came to a rest, without any warning the beast put his hand on my jaw and clearly broke it open, as my mouth was left agape. I already knew what was about to come next.

Just as swiftly as it broke my jaw, again without pain, it placed its tip inside of my mouth. It tasted just like what seemed to be its precum smelt like. Burnt down coal. It did not go easy and after a few seconds of exploring my mouth with its tip, it forced me down. As it did, another of its sounds got released. This time a deep and long purr. It clearly enjoyed the abuse of my throat. My gag reflex seemed to have been eliminated by its magic too, as its massive cock just slid past, deep down my throat. I could feel the ridges of its cock entering, making me feel ill with each of them passing through. I grabbed my throat and could feel how they expanded my throat as the moved up and down. The beast forced me up and down faster and faster, using my whole esophagus as its fleshlight, while I could just helplessly dangle from its grip and be used.

I could now also feel the blood from the bottom of my legs running down my body and covering my whole legs down to my stomach. As the blood cooled off and my body got slightly chilly, I could feel the warm breath of the beast against my stomach. It opened its mouth to let its snake come out and explore once more. I could feel the split tongue slither around my belly, licking off the fresh blood, leaving behind the dark and sticky saliva. The next thing I felt, just reinforced my worry that I was not going to live through this. I felt its claw cut open my stomach from the belly-button upwards a couple of centimeters, and as the beast did this, its tongue immediately entered the wound to satisfy its thirst for my fresh blood. There was no pain, but feeling something slither around my insides made me want to vomit. I was scared about how much further the beast would go and how many more cruel fantasies it would fulfill on my body. As its tongue enjoyed the warmth of my insides, the piece if meat that had been ravaging my throat, tensed up.

A roar that must have been heard in the next village and that shook the books of my shelves emanated from the beasts skull. I could feel a burning heat quickly flow from the base of its cock through to the tip. As it reached the tip, thick hot goo exploded into my insides. The cock twitched like a pump, shooting massive amounts into me as the beasts roar continued. I could feel that it burned up my insides, and was thankful for not feeling the pain that would go along with this.

As the roar subsided, the beast pulled me off of its meat in a motion as if it just pulled off a sock. Most of the goo it shot inside of me just burst out of my mouth, all over its cock, hooves, and my floor. The beast threw me down into the mess that just escaped my mouth and panted. Its burning eyes pierced through me and I knew this was just the start of its plans.