Read It

The obvious thing to do was to see examine her prize. Lois' brief skim of the book had only hinted at what spells and lore it might contain, but now that she had it in her possession...a strange passion gripped her, like when she could sense that she was on the trail of something big news item. The desire to know what was in this book, what secrets it held...was intoxicating.

Lois hand ran over the cover, almost in a cares, feeling the soft leather of the book beneath her fingertips like the skin of a lover...and then opened the book to the first page and began to read...

Firstly. It is necessary for thee to understand that God, having made all things, hath wished to bring His works to perfection, by making one which participates of the Divine and of the Terrestrial, that is to say, Woman; whose body is gross and terrestrial, while her soul is spiritual and celestial, unto whom He hath made subject the whole earth and its inhabitants, and hath given unto Her means by which She may render the Fallen Angels familiar....

The reporter read on, brow crinkling at some of the archaic language, although he got the gist of it...this was, nominally at least, a kind of book on how to perfect yourself as a woman, to gain powers over various spirits, and how to worship and propitiate those spirits whom were too powerful to be summoned or commanded. Many of the individual incantations and other bits of text were in markedly different tone than the introduction and "framing" passages, and Lois got the overall impression that whatever the books author claimed, it was primarily a miscellaneous collect of rites devoted to fertility, sex magic...woman's magic...

Almost absently, Lois found her hand brush down to rest on her labia. She could feel the quiet heat there, a kind of lingering ache. The woodcuts were often crude, erotic, and blasphemous, obviously compiled by different sources, but for all that they stirred her imagination, at least a little...witches prying the devil's arse apart to give the terrible kiss, women on stone altars impregnated by strange hybrid monsters from the deep, sorceresses with winged penises as familiars...

Browsing the book one-handed, absently rubbing her puss in slow circles, Lois knew she should feel modestly embarrassed touching herself to such fare—her laptop was in the kitchen, gateway to an unlimited stream of porn in high definition. Yet she bit her lip and pressed her fingers a little harder and faster in her rubbing, words and images flowing through her mind...and she seemed to sense a trend, a structure to the miscellaneous spells and procedures, a female spirit that seemed to appear in many incantations under different guise, yet recognizable as one and the same...they gave the spirit many names... Dark Daughter of Lightning, Inferna, Ahliton, Blæse...

"Blaze" Lois whispered, then blinked as she realized he had spoken the word aloud.

The reporter could feel a prickling of her skin as the hairs stood up on her arms and the back of her neck, a sense of anticipation or of being watched. Her fingers were wet now, her pussy leaking, a heat building within her, nipples hard as she turned the page...and almost screamed.