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There might be a little too much powder this time as the myriad particles suspended in mid-air forces tears from your eyes. Your enclosed bedroom smells like you’re ready to take on a battalion of redcoats or perform the 1812 Overture. An absolute litany of preparation and it’s all worthwhile. Your heart pulses apace. First of all, you don’t want the neighbor to start complaining about the strong smell—maybe suspecting you of crafting homemade ammunition or the like—but secondly, if the spellbook really works as it says it does, you’re about to have sex for the first time. Not only that, but even though you’re pretty much guaranteed to summon someone with experience, the suspense of not knowing who excites you further. The book says that the circle of sulfur combined with all the different aspects of the ritual is sufficient to bring a succubus to this world safely, without needing to uphold any outlandish ancient contracts. However, it’s quite a song and dance. The dance part is especially difficult for you as dark magic’s been quite picky about the precision of your gestures.

Fortunately, pork blood makes a fine substitute.

“…ennil, torril, prano,” you say the nonsense words with a bit of flair, “Kyat.”

As you utter the final word and relax your arms, the sound of waves crashing in the distance converge with magical twinking to a distinct single point on the circle. Finally, it worked.

“The contract from below has been sealed,” a voice from within your head says, not in English but you understand it as so when you pass out from the crippling jolt of the intrusion into your consciousness.

In the blackness of your stupor, the melodic chimes subside to water, crackling and clashing louder.

Then, a tsunami hits—or at least its deafening roar does—yanking you awake. You gasp and search for your breath as though you were truly underwater. Confusion grows in your eyebrows as you bestir yourself. Your exact fears came true, though if they did, it’s odd that Taeyeon would barge all the way to your bedroom to complain. In fact, she managed to get all the way to the summoning circle before fainting in its center. It’s inconsiderate but you appreciate that she’s still out, considering your apartment isn’t nearly as clean as hers next door. Other than the time you returned her mail to her, you’ve only seen her living room in glimpses, but it has much less clutter. Your first idea is to put away all your manga and Lego architecture before she wakes up but you realize you should probably put your priorities straight instead and bring her straight home. Hopefully she left the door unlocked.

What an interesting outfit to wear this late at night with the floral quilt robe, the silk tank top with matching roses and red leather skirt. Maybe she just got home from the club. Regardless of why she’s wearing it, she looks so insanely hot especially with those braided pigtails, that you imagine what if she’s…

No, you have to maintain some sort of decency—even if you were trying to beckon a demon for sex. At the very least, it’d be a lot harder to get all the way to the end of your shift at two A.M. without the chance of seeing that flawless yet friendly smile, though jail is more likely if you follow through with l'appel du vide.

A faint scent of sweetness and mushrooms draws you closer to her. For a moment in your head, you want to take a peek underneath her skirt, or steal a kiss from her vibrant rosy lips. Even as a man who resorts to the dark arts to get your dick wet, you’re not usually thirsty enough to stoop so low. When your fingers graze the skin of her legs as you try to carry her, she glows like lava and is as hot to the touch.

“Ah!” Your hand darts away and you suck on your finger before you realize there’s no physical burn. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, did I mess up the ritual?”

“Should’ve known by the smell. Figures.” You swing your head around looking for the source of the voice but find nothing. It sounds vaguely like Taeyeon but you discard the idea as you watch her lie motionless in her sleep. Managing to hold her without touching her apparently blazing skin, as soon as you try to bring her out of the circle, a translucent yellow wall extending upwards from the sulfur stops only her body.

Kick the sulfur out of the way in another stubborn attempt at rescue. Despite dispersing the powder and making a mess of your hardwood, your second attempt at carrying her fails worse.

“Ow!” Taeyeon exclaims while her eyes slowly open. She takes all effort to move her hand to her head to soothe the bump, but becomes limp. Set her down on the floor very carefully. She inhales and exhales at a careful pace and your breathing follows. “Alive. We’re alive. Thank you, thank you.”

“No, this is my fault. I’m so sorry.”

Her right arm shakes and her hand jitters as she reaches up for yours. “Please help me.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t, I’m not sure what to do. Hold on.” Get up and scramble for the book.

“Actually, I— I know how to fix this.”

Your head turns, confused as to why she’d know anything about the occult. “You do?”

“Come here.” Kneel next to her, sweating because of both the heat in the room and the precarious situation you’re in. “Closer. The only way you can help is if we cum at the same time,” she whispers in your ear, heating it up with her warm voice.

“Huh?” You pull back.

“There’s someone, another voice in my head. I’m trying to resist but she says there’s no point, it’s the only way for all of us to get out.”

You gulp. “I can’t. This feels wrong. You just said you’re trying to resist.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind if it’s you.” Taeyeon’s words reassure you though her tone is unnaturally seductive.

Your chest burns but you bring your mind back to rational thought. “That’s not you. It can’t be.”

Although Taeyeon’s body lays frozen in the circle, her face seems to relax even more. “Look at me. I swear, this is me talking. Be more confident in yourself. You’re more than good enough for me.”

“You don’t have to tell me that. I can… h-help you just fine. Maybe not just fine.” Your hands retreat to your lap and you sigh. “This is my first time. I don’t know if I can make you cum like that. Or even how.”

“Just do your best, whatever’s natural for you, plus I can guide you too. Take my hand.”

Her fingers and palm are unusually hot, but it’s more bearable than when she was asleep. Already, you feel a bit tired, probably because of the nerves of losing your virginity to your neighbor and having to fulfill this challenge at the same time. Get on top of her though the angle feels awkward for you to maintain. One of your hands clasps with hers while the other pushes against the floor to hold you up. Not only do you not want to crush her but you also want to see her face. You want to be sure she isn’t distressed by the circumstances.

“Is it okay if I kiss you first? If, if we make out first, maybe it’ll be easier for me to, like get it up and…” you say, though there’s no question you’re hard enough already at the sight of your neighbor lying beneath you, ready to receive.

“Please. Don’t feel bad.” Taeyeon blushes. “I promise. I’ve kinda wanted this.”

Her demure tone makes you not care who’s talking. Pull her skirt up to her waist. No panties. You didn’t know she had that side to her. Forgot to ask if it was okay to pull down her top as well but she doesn’t seem to mind. Your lips crash and teeth bump while you take off your sweatpants and boxers, then you poke and prod the tip of your cock in the general vicinity of her lower thighs before eventually finding that hole. It’s incredible how precise you have to be and as you carefully probe deeper and deeper, you finally grasp just how much she grasps you. Taeyeon closes her eyes at your dick finding itself as far as it can go.

You refuse to breathe, keeping your lips seated on hers. As you extract your length, her moans come out more as vibrations on your kiss. Already, you notice the most subdued pulse on your cock and a bit of semen spills out into her. The idea of protection is far past you at this point. Push and pull and push, you replicate the motions that make her react as best as you can.

However, despite finding a basic rhythm for you to buck your hips, you can’t ignore some sense of incompleteness within you. It’s certainly not disappointment since even being with a woman like Taeyeon is more than enough for you. Maybe she isn’t wet enough, or your dick isn’t hard enough. It takes a lot of playing around before realizing your first mistake; you’re pretty much laying on top of her which gives you no leverage to hit her more sensitive spots. Push hard against the ground to give yourself more space and find the best angle for your erection.

“Angh,” Taeyeon gives the cutest little squeak. There it is. She needs something a little more. When you kiss her again, this time with your tongue tasting the perplexing sweetness of her saliva, either your dick gets harder or Taeyeon clenches tighter around you. In any case, your length becomes a bit more drenched with every insertion.

“Taeyeon, I’m gonna go faster, if you don’t mind.”

“Mmm, yeess,” Taeyeon groans out and you grunt in response, holding her hand tightly and pushing down on it with force when you fuck her with more intensity.

So that’s the secret. Fondle her more, and go from grabbing her tits underneath her loose top, to pinning her wrists as though she hasn’t already submitted wholly to you. With enough puissance in your squeezing and holding, Taeyeon refuses to be separated from your cock as her pussy lips disregard its newfound lubrication by gripping your shaft.

Taeyeon pulls away from your kiss and for a second, you think you’ve made a mistake. She takes a breath, looks down at your cock going in and out before looking back up at you. “There you go. You’re learning. Nngh, this is the best way to learn, isn’t it? It’s like fucking your own little sex doll.”

“Huh?” you say, confused at her sudden lucidity only slowing the pistoning a little bit.

“I know that’s exactly what you want. You’ve always wanted to hold me down and pound into my tiny pussy like there’s no tomorrow, mhmmm.”

Your breaths become ragged at her words and you watch her pliable body lay still with her robe beneath her, only moving when her tits jiggle the slightest at each stroke of your cock. “I didn’t think you could talk like that.”

“Woah, that wasn’t me.”

You stop immediately.

“No, keep going, keep going, I think I’m getting a little closer.” You don’t think for a second and comply, resuming your cadence. ”Ahh, that’s it. What I meant—fuck, mmh, what I meant was, I didn’t think I could say that either. The voice, it’s giving me ideas. I kinda like them though.”

”M-me too. It’s just, it’s not that I mind, but… fuck. If you talk dirty like that, I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

While on the outside, she looks like she’s as stationary as she can be, her insides clutch and massage your dick actively. “Well, come here, kiss me again. Maybe my lips can distract you.”

So you return to kissing her, taking in every breath of air she gives. Her mouth is even more addicting with saltiness, maybe a hint of spice, complexifying her flavor and inviting your tongue to explore further.

“Mwah. I know you feel bad but if you want, maybe you can think of me as just a gloryhole or sex toy that happens to be attached to my body.”

“That doesn’t help.” Kiss her neck, drawing a sharp high noise from her. In selfishness, you forget about your mission for a moment and let go of your inhibitions, almost battering into your personal fuck doll. Can’t cum yet. Bend your neck up and look at your clock to stave off your looming end. Maybe it stopped working, or maybe only a few minutes really did pass. Either way, your focus breaks as Taeyeon wraps her legs around yours.