Offerings

I was nude when I lit the green offering candle, placed a drop of blood upon it, and said my thanks to Astaroth. The flames flickered for a moment, and the sheer beauty of it entranced me. I felt tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, and my face begins to redden slightly—a sign that they were here with me in the room. As my last offering for the evening, I prostrated before my altar in front of their space. I offered my body to the Demon as a show of my trust and deepest appreciation.

“To show my gratitude for you, dearest Astaroth, I am offering my body to you for this evening to do with as you please.” I inhaled several times before I received another sign of their presence: a hand gently grazing my ass and a ringing in my ears. This was already so exhilarating, even without a physical body being behind me. I could feel my wetness begin to pool between my creamy thighs as the presence grazed every part of me. I couldn’t begin to pinpoint where exactly I was being touched. I would feel a static-like pressure on my shoulder blade and simultaneously feel it on my breasts and belly. I let out a quiet, wanton moan and gently eased my knees apart so that my face was touching the cool wood of my bedroom floor, and myself was exposed with my rear in the air.

The static touch ebbed and flowed for a bit, leaving for a little bit of time and then coming back to touch me just as gently and delicately. They were certainly taking their time, though I wasn’t surprised about that. Sexual offerings were meant to be indulgent. In my left ear, I heard both a feminine and masculine voice seductively laugh in unison. They were enjoying themselves.

I’ve never offered my body to one of the Demons before, and I questioned why I hadn’t done this before. That feeling was indescribable, so intimate, yet so fleeting, but so earth-shattering. Once they were touching me, I instantly knew that this experience would change me and my Magick. This would bring me closer to the Demons, especially — my thought was interrupted by this exquisite pressure on my clit and slightly overlapping into my entrance. I let out a louder-than-expected moan and involuntarily bucked my hips against the lovely force around me. The pressure backed off for a second and then returned, making me yelp in surprise. Wow, they like to play around, I thought. They were playful in the way that they touched me, easing the pressure off and suddenly returning with an intense force.

The feeling of this was incredible. My mind and body felt enveloped in this strange sort of bubble. It was only me and Astaroth residing there, as if on another astral plane. I closed my eyes, and before me, there were visions laid out in different colors, and a beautiful woman stood before me. She was dressed in gray armor and brown leather. Her black hair complimented her fair skin well, and her black eyes bore into mine as they met hers. After a moment of just gazing at each other, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile, and then the strangest thing happened; we were communicating with just our minds, no words needed to be said.

Is this what you wanted of me? My mouth ran dry at the sound of her voice. It sang through my ears.

I didn’t mean to ask anything of you— I was going to explain myself, but she cut me off.

Shh, young one. I am asking you if this is alright with you, what I am doing with you, is it sufficient and pleasing to you? I felt a shock run through my body.

Yes, this is very pleasing to me. It feels very nice, thank you. I offered a meek smile and looked down at the ground, not quite sure of what else to say. What does one say to such an old and wise being?

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