I could taste us both on his skin and moaned in pleasure. I flicked my tongue down his shaft as he grabbed my hair forcing me to take him into my mout... again. He thrust his hips, forcing me to take all of him and I gagged slightly. He continued on as if I had no say in what he was doing and I moaned, loving every second of being treated in that manner. I reached down and played with his balls as he continued to fuck my face. It did not take much longer before he started to cum, the first shot. As I walked towards the living room door, I stopped in my tracks as I heard soft sobbing coming from inside. I quietly pushed open the door and looked at her. She was curled up in a ball on my sofa, with her head buried in her hands. I let out a huge sigh, and she quickly popped up her head. I walked over to the sofa and sat down beside her. She quickly wiped away her tears and smiled at me. "Here, have some of this," I passed her the coffee. "Thanks Cal" she said. I watched her as she. Most potent books on magic are written in First Speak.Demons and other inimical spirits do exist and they don't like to be summoned by witches, wizards or part-time warlocks. If the summoner doesn't have the skill or the knowledge to control and contain these spirits the results are usually painfully fatal, which is one of the main reasons why amateur dabblers rarely survived a conjuration. It is a good thing Kuala Lumpur didn't have many serious practitioners of the black art. I can't say I. "Careful with your influences Bran," I warned, "If I get any more of those pushes, you might find me trying it on with you!"Aileen, usually quiet and, I had thought, slightly disapproving of me in her manner, took me to one side and urged me to go back to my home and try to revive myself."We'll all pray for her here and you can try to find a way to sort out this nastiness."It was obvious to us all that my time of seclusion at the farmhouse was over. We sat together and ate a pleasant enough.