Lechomancer (4 page)

“Will you really let me face fuck you?”

“Depends,” Lisa found herself saying in a confident, sultry voice that turned her on more than it did him.  “If I do, can I have your soul.”

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted.  Lisa wrapped her lips around him sidelong, and slide back to the tip.  His dick was twitching with excitement.  One of the hands he had run through her hair now grabbed a chunk, and tugged on it.  Lisa squealed and giggle.  The pain was exciting, exhilarating.

She was surprised again when he thrust into her mouth, deep into her throat.  She found herself relaxing just in time, taking it deep into her mouth, relaxing, so the tip turned downward a little.  He pulled back out, and she looked up at him.  “Is that all you got, you pussy?” she found herself asking.  “I thought you were going to fuck my face.”

As he thrust again, Lisa realized if she didn’t put her knees on the concreate, she would lose her balance.  She shifted, and felt the cold ground.  Then she felt the rush of flesh thrust into her mouth.  She looked up at the boy with her dark brown eyes, daring him to go harder and faster.  His fingertips pulled on the back of her forehead, and he pushed as deep as he could into her.  Her nose was squashed against his groin.  He held her there, as deep as he could, her lips mashed against the base of his cock.  Then he let her go, and she let out a little gasping sound when just the tip was on her lower lip.  He thrust in again, and again, and again.  Lisa gripped his ass with both hands, in part for balance, in part to feel him move with each excited thrust.  Soon, she had a sense of his rhythm, and she would smash her face deep against him, or pull away as he did, and his breathing began to quicken.

She was not expecting it, when after only a few minutes of vigorous thrusting, their eyes locked and she swallowed all of him, again and again, he broke eye contact.  He looked upwards, and pulled her face tight against him, held her there, and started to shudder.  She felt the warm rush of cum slide down her throat, and after the first burst of his orgasm, she pulled back.  His second spurt, flew across her tongue, and the third splashed across her lips and check, and began to slip, slowly down, a few drops falling on her cleavage, slipping between the curve of her round, firm breasts.

She kissed the shuddering tip of his cock, and looked up at him.  When he finally looked down at her, she opened her mouth wide, showing him the cum on her tongue.  She raised an eyebrow to him.  “Will you swallow it for me?” he asked, sounding almost childlike.  Lisa closed her mouth with a grin, and opened it again, displaying that she had done as asked.  Then, with her index finger, she scooped up what had dribbled on her face, and ate it like frosting.  She did the same with the droplets that had fallen between her breasts.

Then Lisa stood up.  The boy looked at her awkwardly, but Lisa saw a cab stop at the end of the alley.  Erostopholes stepped out, and held the door open for her.  She smiled at the boy, and then started walking towards the car, swaying her hips.  As she approached the car, she felt herself start to flush, her face turning beat red, as she thought about what had just happened.  She stepped quickly into the car, but she could have sworn that as he closed the door, The Master called out to the college boy “I’ll see you soon.”

The Master walked around the back of the car, opened the other door, and slipped in beside Lisa.  “Let’s go,” he told the driver, who started towards Lisa’s house.

“What was that?” Lisa asked. Suddenly, her mind seemed to clear, and it felt like she had been watching the world through behind a curtain.  She felt her checks begin to burn. She was confused, and embarrassed, and still revved up, which made her more embarrassed.  She was blushing all over.

“I have a need of him.  So we made a deal.  I’m not granted agency, pet.  I need people to agree with me to get what I want.”

“What did you want from him?”

The Master laughed.  “You heard the terms of the deal.” 

An alley blowjob for a soul.  “What happens to him now?”

“You shouldn’t worry about that.  You’ve made me very happy, Lisa.  You know that right?”  She turned and looked at him, and his usual half smile was gone.  He beamed at her broadly.

“I did good?” 

“You did.”  Lisa felt a little jolt between her legs with his complement, and she slide to the middle seat, to sit right next to him.  “But look at your poor knees.”  In the flashing street lights, Lisa saw that they were a bit red.  Not scrapped, or bleeding, just red.  Erostopholes caressed her gently, and the irritation faded.  His touch made her shiver with pleasure.  “There.  Perfect as always.”

“I … I enjoyed it,” she confessed.  “More than I should have.”

“No,” he said, pressing a palm to her cheek.  “Exactly as you should have.  You are fierce, and you are gorgeous, and you will have all the things you want.”  She found herself nuzzling her head against his shoulder.  “And most importantly,” he said, his fingertips running up her inner thigh, “You are mine.”

She melted at his touch, as he began to play across the wet heat between her legs.  The cab driver glanced back into the rear view mirror as her breathing quickened.  The Master slid two fingers inside her, and circled her clit gently with his thumb.  He inhaled the scent of her hair.

As his playful touches brought her closer and closer to climax, the cab driver adjusted the rear view mirror.  He tilted it, trying to see between her legs, but couldn’t find an angle he liked.  Then he tilted it up, so that she could see his eyes.  She started to blush, and the driver decided he liked it.  As the Masters little circles between her legs became faster and faster, as her breathing became more desperate, she found herself more embarrassed, and more turned on than she could remember.  She stared into the eyes of the stranger, the man who should be watching the road, and found herself in the midst of a gasping orgasm.  She squalled happily, and blushed, and pushed herself against the Master’s skillful hand.

The cab filled with the bright headlights of a car heading directly for it.  Watching Lisa cum, the driver had swerved into the oncoming lane.  He shouted, terrified, and jerked the wheel, forcing the car back into its own lane. He clipped the side of a parked pickup truck, and corrected, finally finding his own lane.

Lisa found herself screaming, and realized she was cumming again.  She nearly fell to the floor to the cab, but Erostopholes grabbed her and pulled her into his lap.  Soaked in sweat, she stared at him.  “What was that?” she said.

The cab driver tried to furiously explain away what had happened, but she only heard the Master.  “Pet,” he whispered to her, “You are just learning all the things that excite you.  I’ve still a lot to teach you.”

Lisa sat on her coach and looked at the letter from the National Student Loans centre.  She had graduated with her BSc. Library Science six months earlier.  Now she had a low paying job at the public library, which really didn’t require her degree, and certainly didn’t pay like it.  The rent on her town house was going to go about when her lease expired at the end of the month.  She grumbled to herself, and put the letter on the coffee table.  She picked up The Incubi Prince, and thumbed through it.

In the weeks since she had found it, she had slowly read more and more of it.  The first few chapters made sense, and they described what it meant to be a Lechomancer.  Apparently, the type of demon that Erostopholes was got its power from sex, and would use that power to grant her power.  Her sex life had certainly changed since the mostly incorporeal demon had started appearing for her, driving her further and further from the tame life she had always known.  The later chapters were harder to follow, as they talked about spells, and rites, and strange things from the Principality where the demons apparently resided.

Having completed her Rite of Devotion, and having sacrificed a willing soul to her Master, by fulfilling a college boy’s fantasy in an alley behind the club, the book now began to describe the power she was entitled to.  Erostopholes owed her power, insight and … wealth?  She reread the page.  Apparently, she was to have a leisurely life filled with material comforts.

Master?
She thought.  She wasn’t surprised when he felt her behind her, bending down to kiss the soft skin on her neck.  Normally, he appeared to her as a handsome young man, but today he was fully demonic, with pale blue skin, curving horns, and a phallic tail.  He circle around and smiled his half smile as he joined her on the couch.  His eyes gleamed a hungry red, looking Lisa up and down and licking his lips.

“The Book… it says you can make me rich.”

“That’s true,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around her.  She found herself melting at his touch, leaning against him.  “What form do you want it to take?”

“Form?”

“Yes.  A pile of gold buried in the earth? A gift from a mysterious stranger?” He reached down and turned her head up to look at him, holding her chin.  “No, you enjoy the rules too much.  You want them to pay you ridiculously for the same work you already do.”

Lisa traced a hand across his chest, tickling him slightly.  She saw his smile widen a little, and it made her shudder.  “Can you do that?”

His grip on her chin tightened.  “Will you do as I tell you?  No questions?  Not until I tell you it is done?”  His voice was forceful, and she was a little afraid.  He had almost choked her once, and she was a little afraid of him when he got like this.  It made her uncomfortable to realize she was also getting excited, and a bit wet, at the threatening tone in his voice.  She nodded.  “Good.” He answered.  “We start tomorrow.”

The next morning, Lisa finished showering before work.  She returned to her room, and found clothes laid out on her bed; a pair of long, thigh high stockings she wasn’t entirely sure she owned, a pair of lacy black panties, dark, grey pants that flared out at the cuff, but would be very tight around her round little ass, a thin white dress shirt that would be almost see-through under the right light, and a pair of suspenders with a single strap in the back that split into two for the front.  Lisa put on the underwear, and walked over to her dresser, opening the drawer for a bra.  It stuck.  In the mirror, she was the Master, staring at her, glaring disapprovingly.  She stepped away from the drawer and continued to dress.  She twisted her dark brown hair into a tight high bun, and put on the red framed reading glasses.  In the hall, she found a pair of inch and a half heels.  She sighed and stepped into them, and headed out.

She spent the day at work, waiting for the next sign of what Erostopholes had planned.  The shirt was thinner than she had realized at home, and clung to her breasts.  The library was a bit cold, cold enough to harden her nipples through the light fabric.  Then they would brush against the suspenders, which went directly over the center of her breasts, causing her nipples to harden.  It was almost painful, but every once in a while she would adjust the base of the straps, and the brush would send a jolt through her.

Josh, the thin, bald, bearded head librarian noticed her several times during the day, and then would suddenly realize he had something to talk to her about.  It seemed odd to Lisa that Erostopholes would use this weasely little man, but very quickly she found it was fun to tease him.  She would play with the straps, and watch him try not to stare at her curves.  She bent at the waist to pick things up in front of him, and then would turn around to catch him staring, and watch him turn and blush.  At lunch, she leaned over his shoulder to watch a YouTube video on his computer, brushing her hard nipple against his back.

Near the end of the day, Josh paged her to come up to the front desk.  She smiled to herself, checked herself quickly in the back of the stacks, and swung her hips as she headed to the front of the library, feeling the eyes of the university students on her as she walked by.  She found herself grinning at the attention.

Josh was standing with a handsome young man in a green dress shirt and tan slacks.  “This is Mike,” Josh said by way of introduction.  Mike smiled, his green eyes shining.  His hair was a soft light brown, and Lisa found herself biting her lip as she imagined running her fingers through it.  Mike shot a quick you weren’t kidding glance over at Josh, who nodded slightly.  Lisa pretended not to notice.  “He’s with the city, and he does our payroll.”

“Huh,” Lisa said noncommittally.  The long front desk at where people came to check out books came to just above her navel, and she leaned forward so that her breasts were resting on it, arching her back slightly.

“There’s a couple things I needed to double check on your forms,” Mike explained.  “Mostly for your insurance.” 

Still looking bored, Lisa reached into the cup full of pens and pencils beside the computer, and selected one.  She traced it over her lips, and looked at Mike expectantly.  “Well,” she said, her voice husky, “Aren’t you going to give it to me?”

Mike gulped.  “Of course.”  He reached into a stack of papers, and handed her the insurance form.  “Here.”

Lisa ran her tongue over the pen cap, and then sucked on it for a moment.  She pretended to read, and then stood up and stretched both her hands behind her back, jutting her breasts forward.  Mike’s gaze fell, and Lisa stretched a little further, finding herself excited by her little show.  “Can I take this with me, and get it back to you later?  I don’t have everything I need her.  Some of it is in my bedroom.”

“Of course,” Mike nodded.  Take your time.  Lisa smiled at him, picked up the form, and walked back to her desk with it, leaving Mike with Josh to discuss her.  She was done in 20 minutes, and she sat at her desk in the back of the shared librarians’ office, playing solitaire, casting Mike a sultry look as he found excuses to stick around the library and watch her.

When she got home, Erostopholes was waiting for her.  “You did very well, pet.”  He was in her living room, staring out one of the windows, in his pale blue demonic form, complete with a tail and horns.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Lisa complained, sitting on the coach. 

The Master came up behind her, and began to rub her shoulders.  She sighed happily and leaned into it.  “All my power, sweet girl, is based in the pleasures of the flesh.  And these,” he said, pulling tight one of the suspender straps, causing it to press against her left breast, “Excite that clerk’s flesh more than anything else in this world.”  He let go, and the strap snapped down, bringing and ecstatic sting.  Lisa looked up and tried to glare, but Erostopholes bent down and kissed her savagely, and she melted.

“But,” she said, pulling away, gasping for breath, “Wait.  He likes suspenders that much?”

The Master grabbed Lisa’s head, and firmly pushed her chin towards her chest, so that she was looking down.  He undid her bun, and began to massage her scalp.  “He does.  Based on today, he will consider making a slight error when he enters your salary into his official records.”

Lisa let the Master’s thorough hands whip her head around as she enjoyed the attention.  “How slight.”

“It won’t matter,” the Master said, and his hands left Lisa’s head, slid down her body, over her breasts, across her stomach, to the waist of her pants.  He unclipped the suspenders.  “Not after tonight.”

“Why?  What happens tonight?” Lisa asked. 

“Shhhh.” The Master said, and the long, phallic tail slid across Lisa’s check, and gently probed into her mouth.  Lisa parted her lips, and began to suck gently on the tip of the appendage.  It pushed, inexorably, slowly into her mouth.  Meanwhile, the demon’s sure hands ran back over her slight frame, lifting the suspender straps clear.  Then his fingers dance back down, to the bottom of the shirt, and undid one button at a time, slowly exposing her pale stomach, inch by inch.  When he reached the button at the base of her chest, his pinkies tickled the sensitive underside of her breasts.  She moaned around the cock shaped tail, which was now starting to pump slowly in and out of her mouth.

The Master freed Lisa of her shirt, and spent a moment cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.  Then he pulled his tail out of her mouth and strode around to the front of the couch.  He grabbed her by the waist and stood her up forcefully.  Lisa shrieked happily.  The Master knelt before her, and ran the tips of his fingers along the inside of the waist of her dress pants.  When he reached the small of her back, he unclipped the last clasp of the suspenders.  Then his fingers circled her again.  He undid the button in the front, and then ripped them down to the floor.  He looked up at her, and Lisa stepped out of the pants.

Starting at her ankle, the Master ran his hands up her right leg, smoothing the thigh high stocking.  When he reached the bare flesh he continued, letting his hand brush against her pussy through the thin barrier of the black lacy panties.  Then he did the same to her left leg.  The suspenders hung loose over her shoulders, and he redid the back clasp, into the top of her panties.  Then he reached up and tugged down on the two front straps.  Lisa nearly lost her balance and giggled.  The force of his motion pulled the panties between her ass checks, but Lisa knew the Master well enough to know he would only do something like that if it looked good, if it made her round butt look better.  Lisa reached for her own breasts, cupping them and making sure the straps were centred.  The Master rewarded her with his half grin, and clipped the straps into the front of her panties.

He stared at her for a moment, examining his work.  Thigh high stockings, black panties, and suspenders.  He grinned, and then leaned forward, inhaling the musky scent of her excited vagina.  Lisa found herself holding her breath as he licked his lips. 
Please
, she thought,
Please let me stand her, and lick me until I cum.

“Perhaps later,” he finally said, answering her unspoken question.  “You’ll find a manila rain jacket in your closet.  Put it on.  Your cab will be here shortly.”  Lisa found herself nodding.  She headed to the hallway, and found a coat she had never seen before.  It was supposed to look like an old fashion trench coat, like from a detective movie, but the highest button on it would close halfway down her chest, and the coat was tight, enhancing her cleavage.  It was also short, and she felt like she needed to pull down on the back to ensure her ass wasn’t hanging out the bottom.  She checked herself in the hall mirror.  The Master had messed up her hair, but it looked wild and sexy, not unkempt.  The coat made her look like a flasher, but one who couldn’t keep a secret.

A horn honked in the street, and Lisa peered through the peep hole in her front door.  A yellow taxi waiting in front of her town house.  She slipped back into the same high heels, which definitely meant she would flash some cheek to anyone walking behind her, and headed out.  The sun had set and it was raining slightly, and she half ran to the car.

She climbed into the back, and found it was the same cab driver who had nearly killed her on the way home from Velvet the week before.  He adjusted his rear view mirror, but not to look her in the eyes this time.  He pointed it downward, to see the bare flesh between her thigh high stockings and her trench coat.  She pretended not to notice, and stared out the window as they drove, but found herself teasing him by running her fingers across her thighs, or shifting like she was about to uncross and recross her legs.

They drove for twenty minutes through the night.  The driver seemed to know where they were going, and when he pulled into a cull-de-sac with a series of starter homes, he pointed wordlessly at the one with a number 4.  Lisa glanced at the meter, but was not surprised to see that it was set to “Not for hire”.  She shrugged, and climbed out into the streetlamp light, and walked down the rainy sidewalk, swaying her hips for the cab driver.

Lisa walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell.  Then it hit her – what the hell was she doing?  She was half-naked at some stranger’s house, not quite sure where she was, with only some perverted second rate cab driver.  What was her life coming to?

Then the door flew open, and she pushed that all from her mind.  Mike stood there, wearing nothing but a pair of trainers and baggy basketball shorts.  He had a towel draped over his neck, and he glistened with sweat.  He had a metal water bottle in his left hand, and dance music pumped.  He looked at her for a moment and then asked “Lisa?”