I had to edit!!!!!

This is a remake of another favorite, it will be the same, yet entirely different as I didn't like the plot holes in the original from my old page, the story contains highly sexual themes, there's obscene language, masturbation, full-frontal nudity, and bloodletting. You've been warned so don't bitch at me. Enjoy.

I wrote this high and in one sitting

Introducing the eldest of the seven spirits of lust. Aka the gods with unpronounceable names.  Introducing the spirit of pure lusts.

Brandon is a C-type. Just in case I choose to do some mpreg.

Also remember full frontal nudity.
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Early
2000's
October 30th
Mischief Night

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POV
Brandon

My name is Brandon Sod's and I've always been deeply interested in the occult. Looking at me you wouldn't know it though, I don't exactly look the type to be into the dark arts.

Most people think I'm stuck up, simply because I'm a loner, I'm not alone because of any reason other than the fact that I like it. People at my school think I'm stuck up because I'm considered hot, you know people say I'm sexy, but I don't see it.

Most of the girls at my school try so hard to get my attention, they compliment me on the blueness of my eyes or the darkness of my hair. I don't pay it any attention and I just stay to myself.

Like I said I didn't believe in magic, not really, but I studied the occult, it was something about the mystery of it all that called to me, I'd find out later it was something more than the mystery that called out to me.

I never hung out with anyone other than my books, my room was filled with occult-themed decor, I had ancient books, antique Quija boards, crystals, spells in dead languages, anything old and occult connected I had. See my parents the never present Beatrice and Michael Sods were the buying kind of parents, they bought and brought to me all the things I wanted, because their jobs as high profile lawyers came first.

Their latest buy was another book, this one my father got at an auction he attended while in Brazil, it came with an English translation because the words were supposedly apart of some dead language, which begs the question of how it was translated.

Supposedly the book belonged to a cult of men, who were called Lustarians. The men were a cult built around what they considered to be the most important human emotion, lust. No matter where or when they believed the emotion should be expressed to its full extent.

These men worshipped seven gods, which were really seven spirits, they were the creators of Succubi and Incubi, I didn't really believe in magic, but I studied the book,  I studied the symbols and the weirdly spelled words, the illustrations of the book were what really got me, they showed each of the so-called gods, drawlings so vivid I could picture each god perfectly.

Five of the seven gods were dominant and somewhat aggressive spirits, and the youngest two were more submissive.

Each of these gods supposedly had a one, their one was something like a soul mate, their one was the person who would name them, would finally give the eon old gods sexual release. Each of the Spirit's were virgin and would remain as such until they found their one.

The spirits or gods each had a summoning spell, one that could be translated to English. The spirit that intrigued me the most was the eldest, the Spirit of homosexual lust,  he was gorgeous, I liked the snake tattoo that was wrapped around his body, the picture alone made me pop a woody, it sent a wave of want through my entire being. I didn't believe in magic but I wanted to prove it was fake, so I read and reread the ritual, it called for my blood, semen, and saliva. The ritual was a test, a test to see if the god would be summoned. Research on the Lustarians showed me the god had never shown up, the Lustarians disbanded and the rest of them died out.

It wasn't late, it was around seven most likely eight, and the ritual had to be done around midnight, that gave me three hours to prep, and that's what I did, I wasn't hungry so I didn't really think about dinner, instead I ran myself a bath, I set the bathroom up like a spa, aromatherapy candles, and a lavender-scented bath.

I bathed, then I soaked until I was completely relaxed, my parents were out of the country, and I was alone, but that's how I liked it. It was my loner mentality that gave me the power to remain a virgin, even the Lustarians book agreed that the spirits would most likely respond to a virgin.

Sad story, the Lustarians sacrificed the virgins who failed to bring forth the gods with the unpronounceable names. By the time I was done pampering myself it was nine going on ten, I decided to set up everything for the ritual so it would be ready.

I created a circle of sea salt, I blessed what were supposed to be protection crystals in placed them in a circle around the salt.

This ritual put my collection of occult items to the test, I was able to make it super fancy, getting ready took an hour, so I decided to meditate for a while. My mind kept drifting back to the spirit of pure homosexual lust, he seemed perfect to me, the book said he was responsible for the common dream incubi and succubi, they're prevalent among gay men, they are his servants.

He was supposedly born, when the first two men ever held lust in their hearts for each other. The book said he could cause unbearable lust in anyone, he had other abilities but the book made no mention of them. As my mind continuously went back to the spirit of pure lust, I felt myself growing hard, my imagination took over and I started thinking about what it would be like to lose my virginity to a sexual spirit, someone who has seen eons worth of sex, I just knew he had to be good at it.

I tried to wait patiently but I got tired of my hard-on, and entered my protective circle, I sat down and closed my eyes. I imagined my spirit being summoned, I felt his strong hands touching me all over, then I felt his lips on mine, my hands started racing down my body. My fingers squeezed my nipples abusing the hard buds, from there I cupped my balls pulling and tugging on them, I felt my manhood rise, I grabbed it, imagining it was the spirit who was softly jerking me up and down, I took my time, exploring my body, letting my hands work my body into a frenzy.

I took myself to the very edge of explosion, but I didn't let myself release, I continued edging, driving myself crazy, getting hornier and hornier by the second. When I could take no more, I grabbed the wide-bottomed becker and let myself cum, my orgasm was hard, because I hadn't cum in four days, plus all the edging.

The hot sticky semen filled the bottom of the becker, and I laid back panting. I gathered myself and placed the becker on the Bunsen burner. The heat was low, just to keep my offering warm. Looking around my mini apartment-sized room, I allowed my eyes to find the antique grandfather clock on the wall, 11:30.

At eleven forty-five, I turned off the lights, shut my bedroom door and got on my knees inside my circle. I was a little anxious, I was a little nervous, I was hoping for it to work, and not truly believing it would. The circle was there and I hoped it would protect me if I was wrong. I used a summoning oil to dress my candles then I lit both of the red penis-shaped candles that burned on either side of my warm, slightly bubbling sperm.

I picked up the sharp penknife I had inside the circle, and I quickly sliced the middle of my palm. The pain was worse than I could have ever imagined, I thought about how crazy I had to be to draw blood for a cause I didn't believe exist. I let my blood flow into the becker overpowering my frothing sperm, I wrapped my hand quickly, grimacing in pain.

The last ingredient, a mouthful of my saliva, I let it slip from my mouth and fall into the becker, then I sat back on my knees and watched the mixture cook. I watched the candles burn, watched the shadows it cast dance around my room.

Then I began to chant, I'm certain my tongue wasn't pronouncing the words right, and my heart only halfway into it, but I kept up with the chant, until the grandfather clock on the wall rung, signaling midnight, next was instant terrifying darkness. I sat frozen, barely breathing, my eyes frantically searching around in the dark, another chime and the candles were again lit a flame.

I was no longer alone, He stood before me, naked, in the flesh. He was magnificent, seven-foot something, dwarfing my six-foot height. His hair was blonde, his lips bright pink, they looked dangerously soft, highly addictive. He was a nice tan, and my eyes raced over his naked, muscle covered form, taking in everything, including the tattooed serpent, that wrapped around his body and connected to the tattoo of a scorpion.

All these sights and still my eyes couldn't look away from his manhood.

It was hard, erect, it stood tall with pride, his balls drawn tightly together, this was a man, a god, a god with an unpronounceable name. He was completely hairless save for the shadow of a long lost beard.

Then he spoke and I practically melted.

"Do you approve of me, a virgin?" He asked, and my body broke out in goosebumps. "Y-yes," I answered. His eyes lit up a dark red, and he released a throaty chuckle, but he made no moves. "Come to me sorcerer." He commanded, he had an accent, but it wasn't one I heard before. "I-I'm not a sorcerer and I'm afraid." I stuttered, he stepped forward quickly, but even quicker a pale red wall of circular energy shot up from the floor to the ceiling, protecting me.

Surprise filled me, the ritual worked, the protection circle worked, magic was real. "Why do you fear me, I could never harm my one, come out little Lustarian, come out that I may claim your innocence." He said,  "Y-you could be a demon, you could be trapping me, playing off my naivety and magical ignorance." I spoke bravely behind my wall of protection.

"Deny me no longer Lustarian, I ache for you, we ache for you." He said gesturing to his hard member. It was so tempting, the way it throbbed and pulsed with desire, desire for me. His natural eyes were a warm hazel, and they silently pleaded with me, but fear spoke just as loud. "I-I can't," I mumbled, and it was the truth, I wanted him but I was scared.

"Listen to me precious one, I grow tired of this, come out or I'll tear down this wall, it's strong but I'm sure I can break it." He said, banging his fist against the energy keeping us apart. "When I get you, I'm going to punish your sweet frame, come out!" He commanded, hitting the wall harder, it held up. I stood up and watched as he started to punch the wall of energy, six hits, and the wall started fading in and out of existence. "We haven't got forever, we only have a night, please come out." He begged, still pounding the circle. "If I'm your one, you're supposed to take me with you," I said, and he came down on the wall with both fist, the wall twinkled one last time then vanished, and he walked directly into my personal space, the tip of his member pressing into my lower stomach. He reached down and grabbed my entire package, then he spoke and his voice was dangerously low.

"The Lustarians were wrong; if I had found you as a baby, even as a child, I could have placed my seal on you, but I didn't; so you can never cross worlds, you would be driven mad with lust, you'd be gone mentally." He said, tugging softly on my manhood, his eyes flashing blood red when I moaned softly. "But why ca..."

"I'll answer all your questions once you're body submits itself to me." He said, then he bent down and kissed my lips, my body went numb and I barely remember him picking me up and carrying me off into the shadows.

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I awoke on my bed, I was in my room, only it wasn't, my bed was the only thing in the room, the rest of the room was dimmed by shadows. The room was filled with hundreds of penis-shaped candles, and when I looked I noticed, even my bed was different, it was bigger, enough to comfortably fit six.

"You denied me Lustarian, I'll have to punish that behavior." His voice said from within the shadows. He seemed to float into the room, and I tried to sit up, but the sheets wrapped around my legs and arms, they twisted around my waist and strapped me down to the bed. He stood before me, his eyes back to hazel, his member slowly dripping.

"The pleasure spot inside you, when I snap my fingers it's going to feel intense like you're being fucked; like I'm fucking you... On my count precious." He said, and my body shook softly with anticipation. "One... Two... Three." He spoke, then snapped his fingers and instantly something inside me, in my ass, it started to throb, it was deep. 

I could feel something big striking the throbbing thing over and over again, the feeling started at a slow steady pace, the rhythm was constant. "We gods of lust feed of the energy built up during sex, like the succubi and incubi who serve us, but none of us has ever actually fucked, I wanted this for eons, I know this is your first time, but this is not going to be easy, I'm going to feast on every whine, on your every whimper, moan and cry. Let us start." He said, snapping his fingers again, and this time I screamed, the throbbing feeling grew worst, and it sent pulses of blinding pleasure up and down my spine.

"You belong to me, never deny me." He said, then he snapped his fingers and my balls tightened, cum erupted from within me, but it didn't stop, not until my chest was heaving as I struggled to breathe. He watched smirking as I came down, his eyes back to that dark blood red. "Relax, it's only going to get worst." He said, before snapping his fingers again, and again my back arched off the bed as my cock shot off again, though there was less cum this time.

Still, pleasure raced all across my body, and he wasn't even touching me, some phantom was fucking me, and he kept making me orgasm. You wouldn't think that would be a suitable punishment, but I assure you too much pleasure can hurt. "You said you aren't a sorcerer, how is it you summoned me? How is it your circle was so strong?" He had the nerve to ask, while I was in the throes of what undoubtedly looked like an epileptic fit.

"Answer me precious." He growled holding up a fist, the pleasure and sensations were suspended, and I instantly wanted them back, I wanted that pleasure back. "No, pl-please." I cried out, he smirked, but then he repeated his question. "I re-read a lot, I didn't think it would work." I quickly stuttered out. He nodded, then dropped his fist. My cock started jumping as I had dry orgasms, my prostate was throbbing, and he was back to watching me like I was some experiment.

"You're so beautiful, more than I could have asked for, look at you, exposed and laid bare before my eyes. Your body is so defiant." He said, before climbing onto the bed, and like a tiger prowled up the bed. The sheets that had my legs, yanked me up so that my ass was right in his face. "I've always dreamed of tasting you, my one." He said. The dry orgasms stopped as did the phantom throbbing. I was left sweating and panting, I didn't have time to calm down because he started running his tongue in circles around my tight sphincter.

The feeling was odd, but it felt good, he kept circling the muscle than dipping his tongue inside me, I wanted to touch him, but every time I moved the damn sheets got tighter. I could tell he was feeding off my pleasure because with my every moan his eyes grew a deeper darker red.

"Pl-Please can I touch you," I whined, his tongue slid out of me and he looked up at me, he looked insane. His eyes a dark red, his mouth covered in saliva from how sloppy he was devouring my hole. "You can touch me all you want, but not until your body submits to me." He said, before disappearing back down to my ass. He went back to sucking and slurping on my hole, then his tongue slipped back inside me, only this time it seemed to thicken and lengthen. I felt the hot moist tip run over my tender prostate and I cursed, something I don't do. I never saw the point of foul language, but with him, it just slipped out, and he seemed to like it.

"That's right, I want to hear those pure lips drip with obscenities, all for me. " He moaned, going back to tongue fucking me. "Please, I want to feel you," I whined, he harshly bit my ass cheek sending pain up my spine, then using his tongue to stab my prostate, confusing my body with pain and pleasure.

"Still making demands, never tell me what you want, ask me, better still tiny sorcerer, beg me." He said those words, I heard them audibly all around the room, but his tongue never stopping stroking my prostate, thinking back, I lost my virginity to his tongue, he'd made it thicker, and longer. He didn't stretch me with his fingers, he tongue fucked me.

"Please baby, please, I need it... Please give it to me." I cried, slowly something was taking over me, I was losing myself, I was emerging from my shell. Some part of me I didn't think existed, I started yanking against the sheets, I needed to have him, I could feel a heavy lust fall on me, it was a terrible high, wanting nothing more than everything he had to give. I wanted him, and I was willing to let him do anything to me. He had to see that, why was he making me beg, I summoned him.

"Fuck me now dammit!" I hissed, yanking my arms so hard I thought I'd dislocated them. I felt his tongue slither out of me, felt it shrink and narrow on its path out of me. He sat up licking saliva from his lips, wiping his wet chin. "There it is, that defiant persona, I could see it, I suspected with my abilities the lusting would drive you to this, so I'll have to break you." He said.

"Just fuck me please, I need it,  I...  Please,  baby please." I screamed. "Name me." He said waving his hand and drenching the heat in me with a wave of cool relief. "W-w-what." I panted. "Name me." He repeated. I took deep breaths, trying to fight off the shakes, the tremors running through me.

I knew to name him was my right as his one, my mouth opened and I spoke. "Dominic," I said, wanting even more to touch him. He slid between my legs, and took my lips, he kissed me, and his lips were super soft, they nibbled on my lips and I craved him. "Please fuck me, please Dominic," I said, and I felt a ripple go through him. "Not yet tiny sorcerer, I haven't broken you yet." He said, before kissing and licking his way down my body, I went to speak but he snapped his fingers and I felt his lips on mine, it was like the phantom prostate fucking but instead he was tongue kissing me, tasting every nook and cranny of my mouth.

He was kissing me, nibbling on my neck, my ears, and my nipples. I heard a dark growling sound, and it took me a moment to realize that the sound was coming from me. Dominic had my whole cock in his mouth, my balls were smashed against his chin. I felt his tongue slither around my prick squeezing it and stroking up and down, jacking me off with his tongue.

"Please don't stop, I love you, fuck I love you." I whimpered, and I meant it, who loses their virginity to someone like Dominic. I heard his fingers snap and my back shot against the bed, as my balls released my cock snot all over the back of his throat. He swallowed everything, his tongue still jacking my cock, slurping and cleaning my cock.

His eyes got darker, and he suddenly had a dark red aura around him, feeding off me was giving him power, but it was good sex, hell it was mind-blowing, and it wouldn't kill me. His tongue unraveled from my cock, and slithered back into his mouth, returning to normal.

"I'm going to fuck you now." He said, he sat up and began tickling my hole with the tip of his girth. I couldn't see anything but I felt his tip start squirting something, it completely covered my entrance. Then he slowly worked in his tip, I gasped, and he chuckled, "It's bigger than my tongue, but you begged for this, so no running, no complaining." He said. I felt what felt like hot pleasurable magma being squirted into me.

It coated everything inside me, and I moaned from the intense heat. "Did you just..."

"No, I can release on command, I've heard it's the best lubricant." He said groaning as he quickly pushed fully into me. I moaned in both pain and pleasure, I bit my lip afraid that if I cried out he'd take it away from me. He pulled out so slowly, that I wanted to weep, then he plunged in deep; going straight back inside me, hitting my spot, he did that like four times, before rapidly picking up the pace. 

"Yes," I whispered, and he leaned down taking the place of the phantom lips. "You feel so good, wrapped around me." He whispered, nibbling on my ear. "Fuck me harder." I whimpered,  he growled and said I wasn't getting it, said my body was still defying him, he went crazy, his face went in my neck and his strokes became wild and savage.

Three hours later

Hours, it had to be hours, he just kept going, thrusting and fucking into me. I was covered in cum and sweat, I was panting and yelling out every curse word I knew, I was fucked out, my arms had marks from where the sheets had dug into them when I was still struggling, now I laid beat, worn out. I couldn't feel my legs anymore, all I could feel were the shocks and ripples of pleasure, a pleasure that hurt so good.

I found myself crying, crying because that's all I could do, as the tears fell I felt the sheets loosen, my legs and ass touched the bed, and I quickly latched on to him. I grabbed his ass, feeling the juicy muscle flex. I felt him all over, touching everything, before digging my nails into his biceps.

As I cried he licked and kissed up and down my neck, licking away hot tears, "I know, I know precious, just let me love you."  He spoke gently. Soft slow strokes, toe-curling pleasure, soft kisses, and tongue caresses, this was a different side to him, the gentle side. "I love you too." He said, kissing my neck while sitting back and grabbing my prick. "I want one more orgasm, I want to see that face once more." He said, grabbing me and stroking my cock with the same slow tempo he was using to fuck me.

I nodded, and focused on the tender sensitivity of my cock, he went up and down, in and out. My eyes latched onto his as he worked me out. It was all so overwhelming, the way he kept running his thumb over my piss slit, that was what did it. He did that for the final time, and a soundless scream escaped me when my balls felt like they shot up to my stomach and my dick jumped in his fist, coughing out invisible sperm. He came watching me cum, and watching him was glorious.

He growled, no roared, while stretching his arms out wide, and slamming into me riding out his orgasm. He pulled out of me, and laid beside me, I had no strength to move, so he pulled me into his chest and spooned me. We were filthy, but we didn't move.

"When you awake I will be gone, tiny sorcerer." He told me, his voice once again deep and smooth. "Why do you have to leave?" I asked, vulnerable and on the verge of tears. "Weep not, I'll place my seal on you, and I'll return to you next year.

I had no strength to argue, instead, like a foolish human I fell asleep, and when I awoke as he said; he was gone. I laid in bed naked and covered in dry sticky cum, my room had changed back, and for a moment I thought it was all a dream.

Then I noticed the snake tattoo on my wrist, the marks where the sheets had dug into me, I saw the hickeys and teeth marks,  the finger-shaped bruises and I knew it was real. So that day I set out to find a way to stay with Dominic, to return to his world.

I've become quite the tiny sorcerer, and in two days when Dominic returns, I shall return to Ladora, the world of the Spirits of lust.
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Thank you for reading, I love this story, real shit I had several erections while writing this... Lol.

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