A lesbian ritual

Your eyes adjusted to the dark, or perhaps the world itself shifted around you as magic ichor filled the air and reality reshaped into something new. In this new bubble of reality, to which you were a distant voyeur, the two women who were standing over the symbol began to undress themselves. The older of the two, whose voice you recognised from earlier, began to command the other about, her tone playful yet full of authority.

The second girl seemed mesmerised and moved to caress and touch every inch of her mistress as they undressed. Her face had the quality of a joyous drunk whose consciousness was a faltering thing. She saw only the pleasure the other woman presented and did everything to chase it.

“Pick things up, ladies” the man called out. “I haven’t got all day.”

The older woman frowned at her fellow cultist, but guided her lover down to feast on her exposed cunt. “Eat me, slut…”

The **** licked and sucked at her mistress with almost **** enthusiasm, driven by the moans and delights her ministrations brought out of her mistress. The man, whose face was still obscured, made a low chuckle, but otherwise remained in his spot, arms crossed as he watched the scene play out.

“Yessssss,” the woman hissed, both hands atop her ****’s head now. “Use that fucking tongue. “

The frenetic pace of their fucking picked up and the air grew thick with ichor, like the fumes of gasoline dancing in the air.

“Keep it going, Angie,” the man said, “You’re almost there. The ley lines are surging. Bring it home.”

The older women-Angie, let out a howl of pleasure and soon the magic grew thick in the air. Her orgasm seemed to set off a chain reaction, a swirl of purple energy encircling her ****. And to your great shock, the other woman began to spasm and shrink, as though her body was being drained of all nutrients. And what was even more maddening, was that she continued to eat out her mistress even as the very life essence was drained from her.

Soon Angie rode out the last of her orgasm and all that was left between her legs was a lifeless, mummified husk. The blink of an eye, and even that was reduced to dust. You had to keep your mouth shut from the horror of it, and when you looked over your shoulder Tina and Marcus were watching in pure incomprehension.

A slow clap echoed through the basement as the man walked over to his sweaty, naked collaborator. “Good stuff,” he said casually, inspecting the area. He kicked at the pile of dust and spotted a strange, glowing orb no bigger than a baseball. “And it produced a seed. Excellent. It’ll be a great show come Friday.”

Angie eased herself up and went about fetching her clothes. “Happy now?”

“For now,” he said, “but remember what I told you. Another girl, and soon.”

A loud and shattering clang struck the steps behind you, Marcus having dropped his phone. Suddenly both cultists turned and looked in your direction. Terror gripped your heart.