“Everything,” the devil confirmed, wrapping his arms around Casper as he let their bodies press against each other. “Whatever you desire, my little witch,” he purred against his ear. Lucifer peered over Casper’s shoulder to look at the name he was looking at, hands gently squeezing the young man’s waist. “Ah, perhaps you are not distant from me as we may have thought. They were powerful witches. I remember them dearly; the most powerful witches of Salem. I always did feel a certain connection with them, perhaps that was what drew me to you as well,” the devil mused, his warm breath lingering against the other’s ear. “As a witch, you will learn that you are never alone. Generations of magic will find itself inside of you, building you stronger than your ancestors could have ever dreamed of. And I, for one, cannot wait to see it happen.”
Lucifer watched with eager eyes as he saw the witch signing the name into the book. He trembled with satisfaction, sighing as he felt the rush of power flow into the ginger man. Lucifer himself felt a bond growing between the two of them, another witch added to his fold. The devil was pleased, still holding on as the warmth ran through Casper. Elements signified the completion of the ritual, with lightning and wind rippling outside. But Lucifer was focused on something more important, more pressing, what with Casper’s rounded ass pushing up against his bulge. “Now… we complete the ritual,” he murmured, an idea forming in his mind to have a little fun with his newly ordained witch.
“The altar requires a sacrifice, my dear. But nothing like a life or a blood sacrifice. It requires something more… primal. More flushed with desires…” he drawled, his hands moving from the sides of Casper’s waist to palm at the other’s crotch. He took his time, letting his fingers trace the outline of his witch as his hips rolled up against the other’s ass. “To stabilize the course of power inside of you… we must bind and seal the ritual, so that you are marked as mine,” Lucifer purred, nibbling on the other’s ear. “Do you think you can do that for me, my little witch? Can you offer yourself up completely to me? The orgies we would have together will be exquisite.”
A small smile danced across pink lips as the witch heard of his ancestors; that he had ancestors. Throughout his life he had been forbidden from finding out who he really was. It was always an unspoken myth, a campfire story really that was told around the pack and whispered, the Alpha’s She-Wolf was descended from witches. Though that legend was much more of a joke swept under the rug due to generations gone by treating it less as a fact and more of a hoax; then out came Casper with his emerald eyes and scarlet hair. It wasn’t until the day of his Christening and a package arrived for the baby with a teddy bear and black soap addressed to Casper that their fears were confirmed. The return address; New Orleans. It was then the myth became reality and he was barred from ever learning what he truly was.
But now he was complete, he was where his ancestors stood long before him, bonded to the celestial Lucifer in powerful bliss. He could feel the power through his veins, his breath ragged and that smile growing more. He felt enlivened, he felt accepted. It was as if his ancestors where there, smiling down at their new witch. “Sacrifice?” He questioned innocently as his cock twitched to life in those jeans from his new master’s expert touch. “I wanna be yours... make me yours.” The power charged witch mewled softly, spinning around and resting on the ancient altar. Once could see the confidence in him now. The sparkle in his eye that wasn’t there before.
He didn’t need convincing.
He stood on his toes, pressing his soft lips to Lucifer’s, heart thumping under toned pecs as the energy flowed through. “Seal this ritual.” He said in heated breaks, a hand firmly pressing against Lucifer’s own broad chest. “I offer myself to you, make me yours... I serve you.” He repeated between kisses, showing the devil that he could be a good little witch. It was intoxicating, Casper just needed Lucifer, needed to serve him and to please him, needed him between those toned legs and filling the witch up in ways no being could. His kisses got hungrier, though he never pushed or took real control... he wanted Lucifer to take full control. He was the servant and he was to serve. Besides, Casper would be lying if he didn’t admit to wanting to his boss well from his first shift a few months prior. The witchcraft was the cherry on top.
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