“Magic is failing.” She said.

“It appears that magic is failing, incantations have gone completely, but the fact I still feel compelled to help you makes me thing rituals still function.” She explained her tail seductively tracing over her curves before she looped it into one nipple right and lightly tugged.

The screaming howl got closer and Marco felt as though he was being watched, no, hunted. “You might like to step back in the ritual circle.” Daina said. She raised one hand and said something and then her body was glowing softly. He could see through the surface of her skin, see her organs, see the capillaries in her breasts that would carry milk. But more importantly, behind her he could see a physical blackness. He jumped back into the ritual circle.

“What is that?” Marco demanded pointing at the writhing screaming darkness.

Daina smiled, “Well that appears to be a banshee.” She held up a hand, “I know you are used to thinking of banshee’s as being ghostly women. That’s what happens when a banshee is summoned. This is what they look like in my realm, and they can’t be here in that form, but...” She shrugged, “Would you like me to continue pleasing you? Or do you think the moment has passed?”

Marco was freaking out, “Right banshee, banshee of course. Philino’s says they can’t stand bright light, but I can’t cast an incantation to make bright light, cause incantations aren’t working.” His heart was pounding as he stood in the middle of the circle, naked, with his succubus **** concubine beside him. “Fire.” He said after several moments.

He looked around the protective circle, the tome was inside, his clothes weren’t, otherwise there was some old furniture in the room. He started flicking through the tome, using Daina’s glow to read by. “Here,” he stopped at a page, “a ritual to make fire. It is to make fire in a ritual circle but if I invert the intonation it should make fire around the ritual circle, which will light other things on fire and provide some light.”

“As well as burning your clothes and mine, you know I am never going to get another corset made out of Montaq skin.” She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her naked breasts into his back.