and trusts her

Alexandra feels that Angela is her only hope.

"I trust you and appreciate your help," she says.

Angela smiles. "Don't worry, now tell me all about what has happened."

Alexandra describes the ritual from beginning to end, leaving nothing out, and the week that followed.

"It's quite rare an entity takes so long to a direct contact, are you sure that wasn't a coincidence?" Angela interrupts her when Alexandra is about to continue.

"I am certain of that," she nods. "It showed up last week," she couldn't hide the excited tone in her voice. "He looks like a college student, an exceptionally appealing one."

She describes him, from his appearance to his mannerisms and how he treats her.

"He is an incubus," Angela interrupts. "The incubi are the male counterpart of the succubi, they usually take human females as their victims to have sex with them. They are very alluring and highly addictive, and after a few times of having sex with them, the female victim becomes addicted to them."

She paused and looked directly at Alexandra. "Have you done it yet?"

Alexandra blushed. "What? No! I haven't even thought of doing it" She lies to Angela and herself. "I'm married and a mother!"

"Ok then," Angela shrugged. "There are no problems then. You can go on."

Alexandra told about her time with the succubus and how he claimed her as his ****. Her feelings were mixed up, the whole experience was incredibly exciting, but at the same time terrifying.

"Now, the second part," Angela said. "Have you felt any changes in yourself since then?"

Alexandra smiled and nodded. "Yes, my libido increased, I feel some parts of my body are more sensitive than before and I... I mean..."

She turns her back to her friend and shows the nape of her neck, "... on like this spot."

Angela touches the spot. "In case you didn't notice, that is the place where the incubus claims its property. It's a sign that you are bonded with the demon, let me show you."

Angela grabs her smartphone and takes a photo of Alexandra's neck.

"What are you doing?" Alexandra asked.

Angela hands her the phone. "That is the sign."

The photograph shows her neck adorned with a tattoo of a pair of handcuffs.

"It is a curse that bounds you to him, it doesn't appear to be strong, maybe I could break it."

"You can do it?"

"I will try." She smiles. "You'll need to give me a sample of your blood. "

Alexandra nods. "Sure."

"Good," Angela says.

Angela researched several old tomes, both related to mythology and occult history. She found many curses that bound women to men, but none of them was exactly what she needed.

A few hours before sunrise, she finally finished reading and understood the details of the spell she needs.

Aware of all details, implicit and explicit, she follows the steps and carefully adds Alexandra's as the main ingredient.

She spreads the darkened blood on the curse sign inscribed on her friend's neck while reciting the incantation to break it fully.

"By the seven ancient gods and goddesses, who brought us life, I offer this tainted blood to wash the profane mark from that child's soul!"

Angela bath Alexandra's back with a bowl filled with crimson liquid stained with pitch-black veins.

Alexandra feels her body tingle from the sensations of the ritual. Then she notices that her breasts swell, her nipples are hardening and growing longer, and her pussy is wet.

"Wash away the disgrace of the demon's possession!" Angela continues the chant.

Alexandra shivers, and her eyes start to roll into the back of her head. She cannot focus on anything around her anymore, it feels like she is flying through the air.

"I hereby break the curse which binds you to the demon, and return you to your rightful form!"

A sudden orgasm hits her, and she comes so hard that she nearly faints.

Angela picks up her fallen friend and carries her to a bed. "It's done, you can rest now." She makes sure that Alexandra sleeps deeply.