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Chapter 2

The sunlight pouring in the windows of his bedroom finally stirred Mark awake. He closed his eyes tighter against the light, but ultimately it was no use. He reached over to the nightstand for his phone. He blinked when he saw the time, it was well past nine.

Crap! I must have forgotten to set my alarm! How could I do that?

Mark's answer came when he felt a warm arm drape around his chest and a body press against his back. He looked down at the arm and saw bright red skin.

Keturah! Shit! That wasn’t a dream… Mark tried to gently pull away, but this only caused Keturah to hold him tighter.

“Going somewhere?” She whispered into his ear.

“It’s morning.” Mark was trying to remain calm and ignore the three sets of breasts pressing in against his back. “I need to get up, there’s work to do.”

“Hmm, yes there is work to do. I suppose we can always lounge about in bed after you have claimed your dominion.” Keturah’s arm slowly slid down his body before releasing him.

Mark tried to quickly get out of bed. As he threw back the sheets he remembered he never got around to putting on any clothes after he got started with Keturah.

How many times did we go at it before I passed out? Did I even have dinner last night? Probably not, that’s why I’m so hungry right now. Mark stretched his arms above his head and yawned. He looked about for his robe but just gave up. No point in being shy now. Mark mused as he got up to take a shower.

Keturah sat up and watched as Mark walked to the attached bathroom. She smiled widely to herself. Of course, the night before had been quite enjoyable after all the time she spent sealed down in the basement. But she was more impressed with the effect she was already having on Mark.

Definitely off to a good start. She thought as she tossed aside the sheets. For someone with no connection to the occult he was very receptive to my energies. That and he is a really good kisser. Keturah ran her finger across her black lips and chuckled to herself. Oh Albert, I’m going to have such a good time molding your nephew into the dark lord you could have been.

Mark stared at his reflection in the sink over the mirror. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Something felt off, besides the fact he just spent the night banging a six-breasted, furry-legged demon. Mark leaned forward over the sink as he tried to take a closer look at himself.

Am I…bigger? He thought as his eyes took in his body.

Mark wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t heavily into fitness either. He would describe his body as about as average as an adult male could be, or at least he used to. There was just a bit more muscle tone than he remembered on his frame now.

I have been working pretty hard on the house. I guess I’m getting remodeled along the way too. Mark shook his head slightly and slipped into the shower stall.

Mark had spent a long time cleaning soap scum and hard water deposits out of the shower, and was impressed just how nice the glass enclosure really was. His Uncle Albert had good taste it seemed. No wonder he didn’t get along with the rest of his mother’s family. Mark turned on the water and braced himself for the cold spray. He was surprised when the water hit his chest and not his head and face.

What the hell? He reached up and adjusted the shower head so it would hit him properly. It doesn’t feel loose. Did I hit it yesterday? I’d think I’d remember that. Maybe Keturah took a shower while I was passed out? Mark reached for his bottle of combination shampoo and body wash and squirted a healthy amount into his hands. That must be it. Not a big deal, I guess. He rationalized it away as he lathered up.

Mark took a longer shower than usual, wanting a little time alone to reflect on the situation he was in. He was well aware he was in way over his head with Keturah, and was pretty sure sleeping with a demon was not a good thing, regardless of just how enjoyable the night had been. Eventually, the hot water ran out and Mark turned off the shower.

He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist before going back into the bedroom. Keturah was waiting for him at the old dresser. She had pulled up a chair and was polishing her horns with one of his clean socks. She smiled as she noticed him and turned to face him. Disturbingly, her reflection did not change immediately, so for a time there were two faces smiling at him.

“Are you ready to start the day now?”

“I, ah, need to get dressed.” Mark managed to say without blushing.

Keturah slowly ran her red eyes up and down his body. “I wouldn’t say you need to get dressed.”

“I’d prefer to not work on the house in the buff.” Mark said as he pulled open a drawer to retrieve a pair of boxers.

“Your choice, I suppose.” Keturah crossed a leg over her knee and started to buff her cloven hoof with the sock.

Mark grumbled and did his best to dress himself without making eye contact with her. After he was fully dressed he retrieved his phone from the nightstand. At least he had remembered to plug it in to charge last night.

Keturah got up and walked to his side. He couldn’t help noticing the sound her hooves made on the hardwood floor as she moved. It was a distinctive clacking sound that seemed to carry more than it should.

“What now, Mark?” She asked, leaning slightly over his shoulder.

“Now, I need to get something to eat, I’m starving.” Mark wasn’t lying, he could feel his gut protesting the lack of food.

“Ah yes, the sex did not feed you the same way it did me.” Keturah flicked her tongue over her lips as she remembered the previous night. “Come, let’s break your fast, shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Mark swallowed as his cock started to respond slightly to watching the demon do that.

Keturah followed Mark down the back stairs to the kitchen. She sat down in a chair backwards to allow her long tail to move freely. She leaned over the back of the chair and watched Mark as he started to prepare breakfast.

“Ah, do you want me to make you anything?”

“Food? Oh, no, I don’t need to eat food. Besides, you quite filled me up last night.” She smirked at him. “Though that hot beverage you are brewing smells lovely, might I have some of that?”

“You mean coffee? Sure.” Mark pulled down another mug from a cabinet and poured out a cup for her. “Do you want milk or sugar?”

“I don’t think so, no.” She replied.

He handed the mug of hot coffee to Keturah. She took a moment to inhale the scent before taking the sip. “Mmmm, I like it.” she smiled widely, her white sharp teeth standing out against her black lips. “Reminds me of tea, but better.” Keturah then took another sip, her tail flicking behind her as she drank.

“Glad you like it.” Mark let out a slight sigh and tried to relax.

Mark sat down to a large breakfast across from the demon. He took a sip of his own coffee and he contemplated what he wanted to say. Keturah picked up on this as she adjusted her chair to face him.

“I feel like you have some questions for me. That’s alright, I have more than a few for you as well.”

“Ok, ah, if it’s not rude to ask, how old are you?”

“Oh, by demon standards I’m fairly young. I came into existence well after humans did. I can’t give you an exact age, time isn’t really a thing back home, but I was there when the Romans started to build their empire if that helps.”

“I guess that gives me an idea. It shouldn’t be that surprising that you’re thousands of years old.”

Keturah giggled. “I would still look just as wonderful if I were several times older, my horns would just be bigger, really.” she touched one of her horns for emphasis. “Mark, what exactly are your goals?”

“What do you mean?”

Keturah tilted her head slightly to the side. “Surely you have some idea of what you want to do with your life.”

“Honestly, The reason I decided to fix up this house was to figure that out exactly.” Mark admitted as he spread some butter on his toast. “I want to be successful and not have to worry about finances or anything like that.”

“I’m sure I can help with that. Being a demon lord is truly the ultimate success a mortal could dream of.” she finished the coffee in her mug, “Do you mind if I have more coffee?”

“Help yourself.” Mark nodded towards the pot of coffee. As he watched Keturah pour herself another cup he couldn’t help the next question that popped into his head.

“I’m probably going to have other people over the house now and then as I fix it up. Will you just hide or something?”

“Oh, I can take on the appearance of a human, a simple trick for any demon. Do you have a type you’d like me to look like? Maybe an old lover, or perhaps a woman you couldn’t get into your bed?”

“I, ah, think that might be a little strange for me, actually.”

“Don’t worry, I have a, lets call it a default form I came up with long ago. Oh, I will need to know how women are dressing these days. I know fashion and rules on modesty change all the time.”

“I’ll get you some magazines you can look through.”

“Thank you.” She returned to the table. Keturah watched him with her red eyes as she sipped her coffee. “Mark, do you have an animal you look up to?”

“Do you mean a favorite animal?”

“Not exactly. The average human would just say a dog, I doubt your kind has changed that much. I mean an animal that inspires you, like you have a connection to it on a spiritual level.”

“Huh, hmm…” Mark thought about it as he ate some of his toast. “When I was a kid I remember watching a parade with my parents.”

“Oh, I love parades, always so much fun!”

“Heh, yeah. Anyway, I saw a horse up close for the first time. He was big and powerful. I guess that always kind of stuck with me. I never learned to ride or anything, but I always find myself just watching them intently when I get the chance.”

“Are you sure the horse you saw was a stallion and not a mare?”

Mark nodded. “The big pair of black balls was a pretty good indication.”

Keturah giggled. “Yes, I suppose they would be. Horses then.” She smiled knowingly.

“Why did you want to know?”

“Oh, you can tell a lot about a mortal by how they respond to that question, don’t worry about it.” Keturah’s voice was dismissive, but the glint in her red eyes showed there was more to it.

Mark may not know much about demonology, but was fairly certain he shouldn’t trust her on that. “Did anyone other than my uncle and the guy who built this house ever summon you?”

“Oh, off and on over the centuries. Don’t worry though, It’s up to me if I answer and I am quite content to stay here by your side.”

Not exactly what I was getting at. “And what did you do with them?”

“Why? Are you jealous?” Keturah smiled over her mug at him.

“No! Not like that. I was just curious.”

“Curiosity has led to my summoning more than once.”

I bet. “Yeah, but, what did they have you do?”

“Oh all sorts of things. Most were on the boring side actually, not worth mentioning.” Keturah made another dismissive gesture. “It’s all in the past now. What interests you more; being a strong and mighty leader, or do you lean towards magical prowess and cunning?”

Mark quickly swallowed the mouth full of eggs he was eating. “I never really thought about it.”

“Oh, I doubt that, I know humans well enough.” Keturah leaned with the chair towards him. “I’m sure you've had a fantasy or two over the years.”

“Well, I didn’t even think of magic or demons as real until yesterday.”

“Ah yes, the Great Deception. Convincing the average person we’re nothing more than fairy tales. It does let us get away with much more mischief that way.” Her tail flicked back and forth. “Still, you know now. So, what is the secret way Mark Bryson wishes he could be powerful?”

“I guess being strong? I always leaned towards playing the fighter and barbarian types in video games.”

She blinked and tilted her head at the mention of video games. “I’m not familiar with those, I do have a lot to catch up on.”

“I guess you were stuck in that room for a long time. I’ll show you later.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” She sipped her coffee, once again watching him with her red eyes. “Let me guess, you were pushed around a lot in your childhood.”

Mark stirred his bowl of oatmeal. “A bit, yeah. Thankfully it stopped when I went to college.”

“Hmm, yes…I bet you still would like to push back though deep down, don’t you?”

Honestly Mark did feel a bit of resentment towards his bullies, even if he hadn’t thought about them in years. Keturah could read it on his face as clearly as if Mark had said it out loud.

“Well, rest assured, no one will be pushing my Dark Lord around.” Her smile had more than a little cruelty to it.

Mark ate in silence. He was still unsure what exactly Keturah meant by Dark Lord. He was just an average guy, even given he apparently had a demon as a roommate now. Keturah seemed content to let Mark eat his breakfast and just watched him. Finishing his feast of a breakfast, Mark got up to refill his coffee.

“I must say, Mark, it’s surprising to me that you lack any companionship from a woman. I’m assuming you don’t prefer men given your performance last night.”

“Is it really that surprising?” Mark sighed as he added sugar to his coffee. “I’ve had a few girlfriends at college, but nothing that serious. I was honestly more focused on my classes and work.”

“Their loss, really. What do you look for in a woman then? Submissiveness, talent, just looks?”

“Not just looks, I’ve had some experience with pretty but mean girls growing up.”

“I see, some things never change.”

“I guess not.” He took another sip of his coffee. “I just want someone on the same wavelength as me, you know? Someone who can be there and support me.”

“You want willing and helpful servants then.” Keturah nodded.

“I wouldn’t say servant…”

She smiled but moved on with her questions. “So Mark, what are your plans for the rest of the day?’

“I need to go into town for a bit. Are you ok to just stay here?”

“Oh, I don’t mind. There’s a few things I’ll need to take care of around the house. We will need certain protections in place.”

“Protections?”

“Oh you know, warding spells and such.”

“They won’t hurt anyone, will they?”

“We don’t want to attract too much attention to ourselves just yet, so no delivery men will burst into flames or anything from what I will do.”

“Good to know.” Mark sighed before taking a drink from his mug. I need to find out more about demons, Keturah in particular. She has all the cards and she’s playing them close to her chest, well, chests.

***

Mark stood outside the entrance to the small store. He read the sign hanging over the door for the umpteenth time: Umbral Path Occult Books.

What am I scared about, I already have a demon waiting for me back home. He sighed and pushed open the door.

An old fashioned bell chimed as the door opened. It took a moment for Mark’s eyes to adjust to the dim light in the shop. It looked like something out of a movie. Stacks of books on shelves, items behind glass cases, and there was a smell of incense in the air. It vaguely reminded him of the hidden room in his basement. As he stood just inside the door, a woman around his age stepped out from a curtain and came to the counter.

“Hello there, traveler.” She smiled like it was a private joke of sorts. “My name is Fiona, how can I help you?

She had brown hair hanging down to her shoulders and was wearing big round glasses. Fiona was of an average height and had just a bit of chubbiness to her frame. She was wearing a shirt with a howling wolf printed on it and a simple black skirt. A small pentacle necklace was hanging around her neck, the pendant resting just above Fiona’s full chest.

Mark smiled softly and walked towards the counter. “I’m not sure exactly where to start.”

"Well, are you looking to satisfy your curiosity? Are you a student of the occult? Or are you experiencing some, um, issues you are unsure of?”

“Definitely the last one.”

“We do sell smudge sticks, They tend to help with cleansing a house.” Fiona indicated the bundles of sage in a wood tray by the counter.

Mark sighed heavily. “I think I need more than just a cleansing, whatever that is.”

His response got Fiona’s attention. “What exactly is going on?”

“It’s…a long story.”

Fiona chuckled. “We’re not exactly a busy place. Go on and tell me.”

“Do you know about the big house on Fremont Street that Albert Carver used to live in?”

“Oh, Mr. Carver! He was a repeat customer here, I was sorry to hear about his death, he was such a friendly man. But yes, I know that huge house he lived in all by himself.”

“Turns out he was a great uncle I didn’t know about and I inherited the house.”

“Really? I see. Did you stumble across some of his occult items when going through the house and have questions?”

“Sort of. Ah, do you know anything about, ah, demons?” Mark asked, hoping he didn’t sound as cringy as he felt.

Behind her glasses Fiona’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not one of those fundamentalists who think anything not in the bible is the work of the devil, are you?”

“What? No! I’m not religious at all.”

“Then why are you going right for demons? There are plenty of spirits and other entities out there and most of them aren’t evil, you know”

“I don’t doubt that, anymore anyway. Look, just listen, please. I found a walled off room in the basement, ok? Inside it kind of looked like a miniature version of your shop.” Mark gestured to the shelves behind the counter. “In the middle of the room on the floor was this symbol-thingy and inside of that was a demon.”

“Right, sure.” Fiona rolled her eyes. “And I bet they had red skin, horns, and the legs of a goat, right?”

“Pretty much, yes.” Mark blushed, “She told me she was a demon, and come on, you know one when you see one. Her name is-”

“Whoa! Hold up!” Fiona threw both of her hands up. “I don’t know if this is just some stupid stunt from the new guy in town or not, but whether you’re telling the truth or just looked something up online, do not throw around the names of entities like that! I don’t care what you believe or not, it’s dangerous to do so if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I’m sorry!” Mark took a step back. “See? I know nothing about this stuff, my uncle was the expert, not me.”

Fiona shook her head. “That’s believable. At least Mr. Carver was fairly well educated in the occult.”

“Please, I need help with dealing with demons.”

Fiona placed her hands on her hips. “Then I’ll give you the short answer: don’t.”

“Please, Fiona, I need help. Is there a book or something here I could look up Ke-, er, her name up in?”

“Probably, but with someone like you reading through the book it could only cause more trouble.”

Mark looked down at the floor.” Probably.”

Fiona stared at him for several moments before sighing. “Look, I’m not saying I completely believe you, but it is possible you disturbed something you shouldn’t have in Mr. Carver’s old place.” She reached behind the counter and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. “Here, write down the entity's name and I’ll see if I can find anything about it. I’ll need your phone number too.” she added softly, looking away slightly.

“Right, right, thank you so much!” Mark quickly wrote down Keturah’s name and his cell and handed the pad back.

Fiona looked down at the name. “I can’t say I’ve heard of this entity before, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’ll look it up when I can.”

“Ok, thank you! Fiona, I know this sounds insane, but I promise you, I’m not in the habit of pranking people.”

“Assuming this is real and you’re not just having a mental breakdown, which you should also look into as well by the way, be careful, Mark.”

“I’m going to try, that’s for sure.”

***

After leaving the Umbral Path, Mark made his way back to where he had parked. He smiled slightly as he saw the Cadillac sedan he had inherited with the house. The money Mark got selling his old car was enough to get new tires and a battery for it. Otherwise, it had been in near perfect condition. It was a blast driving it around the growing town. As Mark unlocked the driver’s side door there was a loud whoop of a siren and flashing lights from behind him. He quickly turned around and saw a cruiser pulling up tight against his rear bumper. An older officer got out and approached him. Mark knew he was parked legally and the tag was up to date so he was more than a little surprised.

“Is there a problem, officer?” he asked in what he hoped was a calm voice.

“Sheriff.” the man corrected. “Sheriff Cooper Graham.”

What’s the difference anyway? “Sorry, Sheriff,” Mark replied, “is there a problem?”

“With your vehicle, no.” Sheriff Graham said as he walked right up to Mark.

The Sheriff was older than Mark, he guessed he must have been around his father’s age. He was bigger than Mark and had an imposing build despite his age.

“My problem is with that old coot you got the car from. I’d recognize his car anywhere, even with new tags.”

“You mean my late great uncle?”

“I know that old guy was up to something in that giant house all by himself, ever since he moved to town. Even before I became a deputy.” Sheriff Graham removed his sunglasses and stared down Mark with cold blue eyes. “There was something unnatural about him and that whole place. Him being six feet under hasn’t lessened it any.”

Well, I guess you were right, but still. “Hey, I didn’t even know he was a part of my family.”

“Yet he left you his home and his prized car?” Mark found his lack of blinking a little unnerving.

“There was a falling out between him and my mom’s family. Apparently I was his closest male relative, according to Mr. Stafford.” Mark shrugged.

Sheriff Graham narrowed his eyes at the mention of the lawyer. “That shyster is no friend of mine either, but that’s beside the point. I never trusted Carver, and I don’t trust you, Mark Bryson. You better get that house sold and get out of my town as soon as possible.” He put his sunglasses back on. “In the meantime, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

With that the Sheriff turned and returned to his cruiser. Mark stood by and watched as he got in and pulled away slowly, keeping his eyes on him until he drove past.

Fuck, just what I needed right now, a crazy cop, well, sheriff, watching my every move while I’m trying to hide having a demon under my roof. Just perfect.

Mark sighed and got into his car. He sat for a few moments before starting it up and pulling away.

I better stop and actually get a few things, I don’t want Keturah to get suspicious of me.

***

Mark pulled into the garage and turned off the car before hitting the button on the remote to lower the garage door. He picked up the bags on the passenger seat and got out of the car. The garage wasn’t attached to the home so he had a short walk to the kitchen door. As he stepped onto the small cement paver and went to insert his key, Mark felt something wash over him. It made him shiver slightly. He chalked it up to nerves and finished unlocking the door and entered.

The kitchen was as he had left it earlier, right down to Keturah sitting at the table. She had a pad of paper and was writing something down when she looked up.

“Welcome home.” She smiled.

“Thanks, I hope you weren't too bored while I was out.” He placed the bags on the counter.

Keturah shrugged. “I kept myself busy. The home is now properly warded, for starters.”

He paused and thought back to the feeling on the doorstep. “Is that what I felt coming in?”

The demon nodded. “It would feel much more…unpleasant for an unwanted guest.”

“I’ll bet.” Mark sighed and pulled out several magazines from one of the bags. “I got you these so you could see how people are dressing these days.” he walked over and placed them on the table.

“Oh, in color now, how nice.” She smiled and flipped through a few pages.

Mark glanced at the notepad, it was full of an elegant flowing script in bright red ink. “What is this? Is that blood?”

“No, silly, I wasn’t writing a contract.” Keturah giggled. “I found this red ink pen and I just liked the color.”

“Oh, I see.” He was inwardly relieved that it was just ink.

“Much like you, I was making a list of tasks we will need to take care of. There really is a lot to do.” She handed the pad of paper to Mark and continued to look through the magazine.

Mark saw she had filled several pages. What caught his attention first was a neatly drawn diagram on one page. “What is this?”

“Hmm?” Keturah looked up “Oh, that is a plan to turn the front room into a proper audience chamber.”

“A what?”

“Every lord needs a place to receive his lessors in. It is far too cozy currently to inspire the sense of power and grandeur a Dark Lord needs.”

“Is that a throne?” He asked, pointing to an object on the diagram.

“Of course! What else would you sit on?”

Mark covered his eyes with his hand and sighed.

“The exact style is still up to you. Personally, I’m a fan of bones. They really help to inspire that sense of dread one wants in their servants.”

“What servants?”

“Oh yes, we need to start gathering some, that’s on the list as well. They can take care of the menial labor you need done. This may not be a grand manor, but there is a lot of work to do. That was your plan already before we met, was it not?”

“I was fixing up the house, yes but-”

“You should be directing servants to swing the hammers, not doing it yourself. Delegating is the first step in ascending to your destined position.”

Mark realized there was no point in arguing. He started to read the list Keturah had made. He found an interesting shopping list detailing many odd things. He didn’t even know what half the things were, and the other half were a little disturbing.

“What are all these things for?” He asked looking up from the list.

“We need to stock up on ingredients for the dark rituals we will be conducting. There are some items in the dungeon, excuse me, basement study, but not all I need are there, or fresh enough.

“Like the gallons of blood?” Mark asked, pointing to it on the list.

“Exactly! The fresher the better. Oh, I like this.” Keturah pointed to a model in a swimsuit. “I’m happy to see mortals are so much better about baring their skin these days.”

Mark pulled out a chair and sat down. Things were escalating faster than he thought they would.

If I ran away, would she just follow me? Do I want to make her angry by trying to? Is it worse to be on a demon’s bad or good side?

“There’s no time to just sit idle, Mark, there is so much we need to do.”

He could hear a note of impatience in Keturah’s voice. Mark took a deep breath and pushed the list back towards her. “Where is a good place to start?”

She smiled widely and closed the magazine. “Let's see if we can get the old occult study back into a functioning state, that will come in handy for many things going forward.”

***

Fiona Murray was in the apartment above her shop. The room she was currently in had been her bedroom growing up, but she now used it as her ritual space having moved into her parent’s old room after they retired to Florida. Fiona was at a small round table with several items laid out before her. She poured spring water into a shallow brass bowl. It almost glowed in the candles she had lit on the table. With a wooden match Fiona lit the pile of incense and herbs in a small matching brazier. After inhaling the scent deeply she began the ritual.

Fiona’s experience with magic rituals wasn’t exactly stellar. She wasn’t sure if her few positive responses were actually magic or just coincidence. However, Fiona was running out of other more mundane options. She continued the divination ritual with some modicum of hope, however. Fiona chanted the words softly but clearly and reached for a long feather. She gently stirred the water in the basin and peered in.

As Fiona watched the water return to a placid surface her eyes widened. An image other than her reflection started to form in the water. Fiona could barely breathe, afraid that she would disturb the water and ruin the divination. She almost jumped up from the table when the Image became crystal clear.

The last person she expected to see in her divination ritual was herself, least of all completely naked, other than various symbols painted on her skin. Fiona wasn’t alone, however. Mark was there as well, at least it looked like Mark. He hadn’t seemed so ripped under his t-shirt when he visited the shop earlier that day. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she watched the two of them climb onto a stone altar.

What the hell am I seeing? I mean he’s cute, sure…wait what’s that?

She saw a creature approach them both. Her skin was red, like a firetruck and her lower legs were covered in black fur. More distracting were the six bare breasts on her chest.

Is that her? Goddess…she looks like, well, exactly what he said. Mark left out the part about her tits. Wait, what is she doing?”

Fiona watched as Keturah directed and helped Mark and herself get into position on the altar. She was on her knees, bent forward and he was right behind her. Keturah then lifted up Mark’s cock. The thing was huge, it didn’t even look human, more like some kind of animal, long, thick, and mostly black. Keturah helped guide it right into Fiona’s sex. She couldn’t pull her eyes away as she watched the impossibly long shaft sink into her body. There was no sound other than Fiona’s heart beating in her ears, but she could imagine the moan coming from her mouth as Mark claimed her body.

Fiona was getting hot and was sure she could feel things getting moist down below. With a shaky hand she reached out and touched the surface of the water, ending the vision. She did her best to end the ritual properly, despite her distracted state. Once done, she leaned back in her chair panting. She pulled off her glasses and sighed, but when she closed her eyes she saw Mark and her once more on the altar.

“Damn it! The first time it really worked and I got PornHub!” she said out loud. I need to clear my mind or I’ll be seeing that all night. Fiona blew out the candles and covered the incense with a metal lid. I expected to see Mark, and the demon wasn’t completely unexpected, but why was I there and doing that? She felt her cheeks blush again. Mark, you idiot, what have you gotten me into?”

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