3-8 Botched Summoning
Inspired by: @/curlyboys Make it Sexy March list
Prompt; mirror sex, body worship
CW: nb sub, demonic/magic possession, body control, nonconsent, losing ability to speak, fear
Ah, an apprentice. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen wards this flimsy.
The voice hissed through the room, seeming to echo off the walls.
“No,” Collin whispered to themself.
They flipped through the tome in front of them rapidly, looking for the page regarding exorcism and dispelling summons; they had marked it, hadn’t they?
The pentagram on the floor began to glow faintly orange—definitely the wrong color. Collin scrambled away from it, dragging the tome behind them. When their back hit a wall, they started flipping again, trying to ignore their panic.
The corners of their vision began to swim with dark specks and the pentagram’s glow pulsed with life.
They found the page.
Collin thanked the Scholars that they’d had enough caution to highlight the line they’d need; they marked it with their finger as they raised their other hand. They closed their eyes, focusing on the crackling behind their sternum, willing their body to concentrate energy into their words.
A loud pop startled them, then another, as the lightbulbs in the room began exploding. Knowing their time was running out, Collin leaned over their tome.
“Arrashti nu cumm larchtis,” they chanted, keeping their eyes trained on the words. “Sumunic harretas jul cher. Juech. Frichaest jul traestic. Arrashti wreunk.”
They looked around the room quickly. The pentagram was still glowing. Another lightbulb popped. The counterspell seemed to have no effect, but Collin knew summoning spells were the hardest to reverse, they probably just needed to try again.
They leaned over their tome again and squinted at the words. “Arrashti nu cumm la… la…”
Even as they stared, the words became harder to read. The fuzzy black specks at the corner of their visions seemed to creep in. There was still enough light left, surely.
Collin looked around again and tried to count the amount of lights still in the room. Yes, there were at least four so there was no reason—
When they looked back at the tome, the letters had become gibberish, meaningless shapes that unfolded and smudged into nothing. They flipped the pages, one after another and then chunks at a time, and soon the pages were just black.
Looking up, Collin couldn’t tell if the room was filling with a gas or if their vision was dimming. They could still see the room around them, but the words were a black haze.
Collin’s eyes locked onto the glowing pentagram and they froze, the weight of their mistake boring down on them.
This was meant to be remote summoning; that was the only way to “safely” summon a being like this, to put it somewhere far away while you did it. Collin had felt so secure behind their wards, they had felt sure that it was the perfect revenge. Their life was already ruined, what was another illegal spell?
They cursed every step that had brought them to this point.
The remaining lights in the room shattered all at once, plunging Collin into darkness, the pentagram the only remaining source of light.
They felt themself shift to their hands and knees, their body puppeted by invisible strings. The pit in their stomach only grew as they began to crawl back toward the pentagram. They fought against movement, but only managed to slow themself down. They were getting closer to the pentagram.
A possession counterspell was on the tip of their tongue, one of the first spells they’d been made to memorize. They opened their mouth—at least some of their body was still under their control—but they couldn’t get a sound out, their body would only hold its breath when they tried. When Collin pushed, they managed a strangled moan.
They shaped the words with their lips and tongue desperately as they crawled into the pentagram and settled into a kneeling position, facing a floorlength mirror. They got a good look at themself.
Collin’s hair, tied back when they began, had flyaways and their ponytail was looser. They had on a pair of shorts and a sweater, but they were disheveled and they could clearly see sweat stains from their previous—current—panic.
So weak, a voice taunted.
It sounded as if the being was whispering in their ear, but Collin didn’t see anything in the mirror.
And then their reflection winked at them and they watched with horror as their reflection raised one of its arms, Collin’s own arm raising automatically to mirror it.
“You’ve clearly been training your stamina more than your technique,” their reflection hissed with a wicked grin.
Their hands removed their sweater and undershirt, leaving their chest bare. They tried to fight the compulsive movements like before, but now their struggles seemed completely useless. Lightly, their fingertips began tickling their sides, running across their stomach, and up to tease at their nipples.
Collin knew what this was, any possession required some level of submission to fully take root. It wasn’t uncommon for these entities to con their victim or to use pain to subjugate them, but pleasure was an obvious route as well.
Lower entities needed expressly communicated permission to fully possess someone, but stronger entities could take root with just a wayward thought. They were fairly certain this being fell into that later category.
Collin just had to hold out until they could exorcise themself or at least tell someone what was happening.
Not that anyone would think to check on them anytime soon.
A particularly hard twist to their nipples pulled Collin from their thoughts.
“Eyes on me,” their reflection hissed.
One hand trailed down to slip under their waistband. Collin’s hand touched between their legs, staying light, but teasing them the same way they often touched themself.
“I know everything I need to know about you. I know every sweet spot, every fantasy.”
Collin gasped and jerked their hips as their hand tickled a sensitive spot along their ribcage.
“This will feel like heaven. I’ll make every day, every waking moment, filled with this pleasure.”
Collin opened their mouth to speak, but only a pathetic moan came out. Their hand between their legs moved faster as their other hand wandered, massaging and pinching various spots with no obvious pattern. Their vision had zeroed in on their reflection, the rest of the room falling away. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remember there was a world, a life, outside of this moment.
Collin tried to redirect their thoughts, to calculate intricate math problems or recite spells in their head, anything to prevent their will from slipping.
“I’m in no rush, I think I’ll take my time with you.”