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Hypnovember - Day Six - Summon

(CW: demonic summoning, graphic sex, bi-sex, orgy, some hypnotic language, chanting, MMFFNB)

Corey lit the last of five red candles assembled in the shape of a pentagram. Bernice and Travis sat nervously across from Corey. On either side of them was Roxanne and Gordon, who had each also passed the singing test.

It had only been seven days since they started, and the rules at the base were sketchy at best, but the four staring at Corey were somewhat certain they shouldn’t be doing this.

Corey, on the other hand, was very certain.

They looked around at the tense faces flickering in the candle light. “Look, if there’s one person in our class who can get away with this, it’s probably me.”

Roxanne spoke up first: “why are we doing this, again?”

Corey inhaled, “when the Hypthraki invaded, the wall between this world and the worlds of darkness and light were frayed. This means that, with the proper ritual, we can summon demons and daemons from beyond the veil.”

Roxanne gave Corey a look.

“I thought it would be cool, since our ability to hold on to our wills and not give into lust or temptation during the tests is at issue, if we had the opportunity to... you know. Cut loose a little.”

“By summoning a demon?”

“Yes.”

“In the middle of a mind control war.”

“Yes.”

“at one of the main bases?”

“... yes.”

“really?”

“...look, it’s not one of the major lust demons. It’s Augustine, the one-night orgy demon.” Corey flipped over their dog-earred book. The drawing showed a Saint, Augustine, presumably, in hell surrounded by naked bodies of all genders.

Roxanne got up, and made for the door. “This is stupid.. this is nothing about me.”

Corey looked at Bernice and Travis.

The two also stood up, but then started quickly disrobing.

Roxanne stopped at the door, her eyes darting between Bernice’s mouth, her perfect breasts, and Travis’ mouth, and his sizeable package, quickly rising to its considerable length.

Roxanne looked at Bernice again, then at Corey, who had also torn her eyes from Bernice to see what Roxanne’s choice would be. They shared the same thought in that quick look, “she’s too good for me. This may be the only....”

“Fine.” Roxanne started unbuttoning her shirt, to reveal her dark freckled skin underneath. “Gordon?”

Gordon shrugged. “Why not? Worst case scenario is we get kicked out. I’m game.”

Quickly, all five got naked.

“How does this work?” Roxanne asked.

“Repeat every line I say.”

“From days of old

“From nights of silver

“From fields of gold,

“From your chains now pilfer

“Unleash lust on our part

“Guard us from pain

“By the shape of our heart,

“Though heavy clouds, no rain.”

“And then I’ll do the incantation as you all... well... as we.... “ Corey shyly stumbled over their words.

Roxanne grabbed the book and read, then looked at the group, “as we jerk off the person on our left.”

Corey snatched the book back. “‘As we manipulate the sinister sex,’ it’s hotter when it’s more poetic.”

Roxanne shrugged, grabbing Travis’s cock. “Whatever, I’m horny. Let’s go.”

Everybody laughed, but Travis, who mostly gulped. Roxanne guffawed. Bernice smiled, “something the boy said?”

“More like the way he said it.” They laughed some more. The tension broke for a moment, before they all huddled a little closer around the candles, and slid their hands into the crotch of the person on their left.

In a shaky whisper, and with fumbling hands, they began the summoning chant. Corey began muttering other words in counter point to the chant. Roxanne tried to keep track, catching something about “a basement,” and “a descent,” and “forgiving at the end,” but the chant and the candles and Corey’s fantastically dexterous hands were internally distracting.

Plus she got to see what looked like the picture of wanton lust in Bernice’s eyes, and that was worth the price of admission alone.

After what seemed like forever, a breeze came in from nowhere and blew out the candles.

The chant kept going, though Roxanne swore she felt like some force descended into her brain and took the controls. The chanting seemed both impossibly distant and loud in her ears.

Then she felt herself pushed forward and found a cunt in her mouth. It was wet and delicious. She felt a cock- or a dildo?- begin to work its way into her from behind. She moaned. She came.

She heard other moans. The voice connected to the cunt and cock working her over, for sure. But were there others??

She felt her hands work two cocks into their respective owners’ mouths, then asses, as she rose the most dexterous of tongues.

Moments later, she felt a cock pass in front of her and she greedily sucked that into her mouth.

But wait, she felt herself idly wonder, if her mouth was busy sucking the lovely thick cock, and the three mouths that were now sucking each of her breasts and clit were busy... why was she still hearing all those voices chanting??

A voice whispered in her ears. It felt like it had the experience of ages, as it said: “just accept the journey. Here, lust is stronger than reason, love is stronger than justice, infernal grace is stronger than any heavenly ‘law.’”

Roxanne was in no mood to disagree. She let go. Genitals and mouths and hands and toys used and lovingly abused every inch of her. She felt herself come over and over, as each of the genitals and mouths also came, over and over.

Finally, she heard five voices shout in ecstatic United harmony, and the chanting suddenly stopped.

Then, Roxanne slowly opened her eyes.

The candles had burned down a bit, but were still lit. There was some stickiness all along her left hand and wrist. And, certainly, some more along Corey’s hands and wrist.

The five naked students looked around in various states of sheepishness and delight.

Bernice broke the moment first, leaning over and kissing Corey full on the mouth. “If I ever lose my faith in you, just shoot me.” She then got up and handed out warm towels.

Corey joined the sheepish smiles, as they collected themselves.

Roxanne looked at Corey, “nice job impersonating that demonic voice halfway through.”

Corey stopped.

“What?”

Roxanne chuckled, “don’t fuck with me.” She imitated a deeper voice: “just accept the journey. Here, lust is stronger than reason, love is stronger than justice, infernal grace is stronger than law. Yadda, yadda, yadda.”

Travis nodded, “yeah! I heard that, too.”

Corey looked pale. “That wasn’t me.”

Bernice and Gordon each denied it was them, but admitted hearing the voice, too.

There was a brief argument. Then Roxanne said; “whatever; I don’t care. I know what I heard. What does your book say about it?”

With that, Corey smiled, glancing down and around at the empty space in their lap.

“What book?”

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