Black Magick

Summoning an Otherworldly Entity

Chapter 1 by Shibbar Shibbar

There was a rhythmic thumping sound reverberating throughout the small apartment, the cheap thin walls acting like the skin of the drum. In the bedroom, on the desk, they were engaged; one, the lady, half sitting on the edge, naked but for a pair of socks half on her feet, the rest of her clothes crumpled on the floor or hanging from the tip of her toes. She was beautiful, with coal black hair, her chubby-ish face touched up with a hint of makeup. Her face was scrunched up as if in pain, her eyes closed and her lips quivering, but from the moans she made and the motions she moved in it was plain to see that she was, simply put, having a good time. The man stood next to the edge of the table, his large but gentle hands holding his beloved down; one squeezing her plush hip, the other manhandling her voluptuous breast. He was fucking her like a man in love, sensually and lovingly but also firmly. He wanted her to feel good first. He was a good man, and handsome too, with a pleasing enough physique and a nice face. His thick but otherwise quite average looking cock thrust partly in and out of her, his balls slapping against the underside like the 'tock' of the tick-tock of a clock.

He pulled himself close to her, his fingers raking through her black hair and digging deep, the hands clutching her head tightly. The desk shook more and more and more. He clenched his teeth like a predator and started to grunt louder, the goodness of sex overtaking his inhibition. She started to cry out more frequently, her 'ah!'s and her 'So good!'s and her 'fuck me!'s intermittent with brief sensual kisses where they battled over who would get to bite who's lip.

"I'm- I'm cumming! I'm going to cum!" he suddenly cried, his thrusts increasing in strength and speed. She clutched his back close in reply, her nails raking and digging into his flesh like claws. Her face froze in pained exctasy as with a single last mighty thrust he came, his legs trembling like reeds in the wind. He rested on top of her, both of them breathing heavily, both of them, though perhaps not at the same time, having orgasmed. He stared into her eyes lovingly as he played with her hair.

"I love you," he said, with no hint of a lie.

"I love you too," she replied genuinely.

They moved to the bed for a quick cuddle, for there was no better feeling than of smooth skin and flesh touching flesh. If there was ever a time that a person would look their best, feel their best, it would be just after sex where both parties are satisfied.

Then, after suddenly realising the air was chilly, they both put on their clothes and went about their day together. And anyone who saw them knew they were happy.

And yet...

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