Try Another Spell

Lois Lane licked her lips. One more little spell couldn't hurt...

She flipped through the pages eagerly, scanning the pages for recognizable titles and words among the foreign language incantations. Most of them she couldn't tell exactly what they were supposed to do...others were all to clear; promises of wealth, power, and sexual pleasure in exchange for specific offerings to various demons, or else unnamed favors to be recalled at a later time.

Then the newly-enhanced reporter stopped at one particular image...one which seemed to call to her...and she read the spell in the passage below the ancient woodcut.

"The Black Maſs...by offering the body of a willing woman to the powers of darkneſs, a favor is gained to be repaid in the future..."

Seems solid. Lois decided. Sort of like a get-out-of-jail-free card. And I wouldn't mind testing out my new assets...

With a glance at the door, to make sure she was still alone, the reporter quickly read through the requirements for the ritual.

"I have to be naked...facing east...and bring myself to climax while saying the incantation. Seems simple enough."

Laying the book on the floor, Lois Lane quickly stripped out of her clothes—taking the time to run a hand over her now fuller breasts, the more generous expanse of her ass—she had been a knockout before, but now she felt like a walking wet dream.

"East" meant facing the statue, the great demonic prick seemingly pointed right toward her as Lois sat down, using her folded-up pants to keep her bare bottom off the floor. She carefully set up the book at hand so she could read the incantation...and then took a deep breath.

Do I really want to do this? I mean, I'm playing with forces that I don't understand...and if magic was as easy as saying a few words, anyone would have done it. There has to be more to this than just that... Lois licked her lips, feeling her heart beat faster, mind going back to Sunday school lessons of oh so long ago. On the other hand, masturbating as part of a Satanic ceremony sounds really hot right now!

And it was true, Lois knew. Her fingers pressed against her pussy with a wet squelch, the reporter's slit already leaking. She might not be the most religious woman in the world, but just the thought of doing something so forbidden was really doing if for her...or maybe it was just the aftermath of the first spell, her body more sensitive and responsive than ever before...but as she began to rub her pussy up and down, Lois felt a thrill that she hadn't known since she had been at home as a teenager, masturbating covertly beneath the covers, afraid at any minute that somebody would hear her.

Lois let her gaze dwell on that magnificent, impossible penis...she remembered what it had been like fellating that great stone prick, the images that had run through her head...and the sexual heat in her body spread outwards, nipples growing erect as she rubbed herself harder and faster, fingers brushing against her clit, thighs tensing in anticipation.

In her mind's eye that statue stepped down off the pedestal, the great swollen shaft pointed right at her...ready to rip her in two...and something about it was working for her, because she felt the edge of a climax coming on, slowly but surely. Panting for breath, working her fingers harder, she turned to the book and began the incantation...

Hail, Shub-Niggurath, father of the World of Horrors.

Hail, father of the hornless ones.

Hail, ram of the Sun and deathless one,

who sleepest not while we honor thy name and thy bond.

Hail, Shub-Niggurath.

There was a goat-smell now, the animal reek of musk and lust, the barnyard odor of beasts in cycle and after the rut. Lois started to plunge her fingers into her wet hole, two of them grabbing and pulling at her slit, palm running over her clit...

I speak the Bond of the Black Goat

to the honor of the flutes of the laughing one,

the master of dimensions,

the herald of the barrier,

and the Goat of a Thousand Young.

A wavy shape seemed to loom over her, misty and indistinct, a pale red, but all Lois could focus on was her approaching climax, the words spat out between little moans, fingers digging in knuckle deep and still she wanted more...

I pledge the bond of the Daemons,

through whose will this world hath come to be.

Hips shaking now, back arching up, buttocks squeezing as she frigged herself with passionate intensity, and the whole air of the small room seemed to be tense and hot, expectant and waiting. Inside herself Lois could feel something...some inner core of possibility, some new vista opening up within her mind, an awareness of possibility, a scratching at the border of her mind, waiting to be let in...and with an anguished cry she rammed her fingers as deep inside herself as she could and cried out:

Azarath, metrion, zinthos...so mote it be!