Page 33 of Guarded by the Gargoyle (Hidden Hollow #3)

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WILLOW

I didn’t know how I felt about using someone else’s sex toys, even if they were magically cleaned, but I thought I would have a quick look in the wardrobe. I pulled open the black lacquered door and was surprised at the many choices available.

There was a lot of bondage gear—harnesses with black leather straps and dog collars and leashes—but that wasn’t what I was looking for. I wanted something a little less BDSM. Yes, I was probably going to wind up tying Kael down—or at least cuffing him to the bed—if he was stuck in his demonic form, but that didn’t mean I wanted to dress up like a Domme at the moment.

So instead of all that, I found a sexy little black teddy. It was trimmed in black fur and had slits for my breasts so my nipples could poke through. There was a pair of matching black panties—which were crotchless—that I pulled on as well. Then I went to arrange myself on the bed and begin the spell.

Goldie had assured me there was no need to “call the corners” or cast a magical circle like the one I’d helped Goody Albright make for the transference spell.

“This whole hut is one big magical circle dedicated to sex and pleasure,” she told me. “So just sit on the bed and get started.”

I arranged myself in the center of the bed—the red leather covering the mattress was chilly at first, on my behind—and started the first step.

“To start with, set an intention,” Goldie had told me. “Set it, speak it out loud, and visualize it fully. Visualization is very important in Sex Magic.”

“Goody Albright told me the same thing about regular magic,” I remarked.

“She’s right.” Goldie nodded. “So be sure you put as much detail into your mental picture as possible.”

So that was what I did. I looked at the wall closest to the bed—which was covered in deep red wallpaper decorated in darker red velvet designs—and began to visualize.

“I’m going to form a magic portal,” I said aloud, picturing the portal right there, in the wall beside the bed. “A portal that only Kael can come through. No one else can enter my holy space—no one else is invited into my presence.”

Goldie had impressed on me how extremely important saying this was.

“You don’t want anyone or anything else getting through to you,” she told me. “Say it several times and in several ways—make your meaning for the magic portal really clear.”

“This portal is only for Kael,” I said again, picturing it in my mind. A large, round opening that only my guardian gargoyle could use. “When I form it, he will come through. He will be with me on the bed.” I pictured him sitting beside me, still in his gargoyle form. “He will be here and I will raise the sexual energy to keep him here,” I went on.

Speaking of raising sexual energy, that was my next order of business.

I picked up the three roses Goldie had asked me to pick from the night table beside the bed where I had laid them earlier. I pulled open the slits in the front of my sexy black teddy and pushed my breasts through. I couldn’t help noticing how dark and tight my nipples had become—the lust potion was really working on me.

Taking the first dark red rose, which was in full bloom, I pressed the center of the flower to my right nipple.

Immediately, it started to suck. And it didn’t just feel like I was rubbing my nipple against flower petals either—even though that would probably be a nice sensation. No, it felt like an actual mouth—albeit a very small one—sucking on my nipple.

The sensation was intense, but I really liked it. I put the other rose on my left nipple and gave a little moan. I’ve always had sensitive nipples and the naughty flowers were sending shivers of pleasure straight from my nipples right down to my pussy.

And that was where the last rose was for. Spreading my legs, I raised the furry hem of the black teddy, baring my pussy which was already exposed thanks to the crotchless panties. I took the golden rose bud and pressed the small opening in the center of the tightly furled petals to my aching clit.

I gave another, louder moan as I felt it latch on and begin to suck and tongue me. Because yes, it felt like a tongue and not only that—a vibrating tongue. It began to secrete a slippery substance too—a warm, tingling liquid which ran from its petal mouth down to coat my slippery folds. I could feel it sliding into the mouth of my pussy, making me feel absolutely molten with desire.

The sensations were intense but I didn’t come—Goldie had told me that I wouldn’t be able to until I had my lover inside me. That would be Kael—if only I could form the portal and bring him to me and then somehow keep him here.

Closing my eyes, I gave in to the delicious pleasure that was building inside me and began to recite the spell Goldie had taught me.

“Spirits Three, I call on Thee:

Cupid, Eros, and Aphrodite

My love is gone, my love has flown

I need your help to bring him home.

Form a portal. Form a gate

Bring him home my lusts to sate.

Bring him here, I beg you must

And then I swear to feed your lust.

All my pleasure, it shall be,

Dedicated all to thee.”

When I finished the spell I felt a tingle of lust rush through me and I heard a kind of deep, gong sound to my right where the wall was. But I didn’t look yet. Instead, I chanted my mantra three times.

“Kael, I call on thee. Come home, come home, come home to me,” I said over and over.

Finally, I dared to open my eyes and look at the wall.

The portal was there and the same barren Hellscape from the iron door met my eyes. I saw many horrible creatures—one looked like an animated skeleton of some prehistoric creature dragging itself across the cracked ground, another appeared to be a woman who had been literally turned inside out, writhing in torment. I didn’t look at those any more than I had to. Instead, I scanned for Kael.

At last, I spotted him. He was wandering in the Hellscape dessert, with a wild, desperate look in his red eyes. Because yes, he was still in his demonic form, just as Goldie had thought he might be. I recalled what she had told me before she left.

“He’s going to be in a state of mental confusion,” she’d explained. “He might not even know you at first but that doesn’t matter. The minute you get him through the portal, you’ve got to lock him down. He’ll be stunned at first by the passage—you have to use that time to your advantage. Put the spelled cuffs at the corners of the bed around his wrists and ankles.”

“All right—so what do I do once I have him cuffed down?” I asked her.

“Have sex with him, of course,” she said. “Sharing pleasure is a powerful thing. You can use Sex Magic to bring a confused or amnesiac person back to themselves, to break a spell, to ward off a curse—all kinds of things. Right now though, you’ve got to concentrate on bringing Kael back to his angelic form and tying him to the Earthly Realm so he can’t be sucked back through the portal to Hell.”

“Could that happen?” I asked. “I thought it was going to be a one-way portal?”

“That’s your intention, of course,” she told me. “But whether you can make it come true or not is up to you—it depends on how strong a pull The Pit has on him and how strong your will to keep him with you is.”

“I’ll keep him,” I swore grimly. “No matter what I have to do, he’s not going back to Hell once I get him over here.”

“That’s the spirit!” Goldie had nodded approvingly. “Just keep repeating your mantra and keep your intention fixed in your mind. Visualize what you want every step of the way—manifest your will. Humans think they can do that with all their silly ideas about ‘the power of positive thinking.’ But only witches can truly make it happen—we are the only ones who can make our will reality. And I can tell you’ve got a lot of power—both as a Medium and a witch. You can do this!”

“I can do this,” I repeated to myself now. “I can bring Kael back to me—I can bring him through the portal. Kael—come to me,” I called. “Come now to your Mistress—come to the one who loves you!”

A hot, dry wind suddenly rushed out of the large round window I had created between Hidden Hollow and The Pit and sucked my breath away. It carried my words through the portal and I saw Kael’s head jerk up as he looked in my direction.

His burning red eyes focused on me and I saw a long, forked tongue shoot out of his fanged mouth and lick his sneering lips.

A cold chill ran down my spine. Was this really a smart thing to be doing? Goldie had said he probably wouldn’t know me at first and I knew how incredibly strong he was. He could break me in half with one hand if he wanted to.

I forced myself to push those thoughts and doubts away. I knew Kael—he wanted only to love me and pleasure me. He had gone out of his way not to hurt me in the past—I believed that I could bring him over to me. I also believed I could get him back to his angelic form before we consummated our relationship and made the sexual sacrifice I had offered to the three deities I had called on to help me.

This is going to work, I told myself. Remember your Intention—recite your Mantra.

“Kael, I call on thee!” I shouted through the portal to him. “Come home, come home, come home to me!”

As I called for him, I concentrated on the pleasure the three magical roses were giving me. I pictured myself gathering the pleasure like rose petals in my hands and throwing them outward, making a path that Kael could follow to get home.

Slowly, it began to work and the huge gargoyle came towards me. It seemed to take forever at first—he was leaning forward at an angle—it looked like he was walking against a strong wind that wanted to hold him back. But I kept calling to him and pushing the sexual energy out to make a path. Finally, he reached the portal.

I confess, when I looked into his burning red eyes, I had a moment of doubt. There was no recognition in his gaze—not a single memory of me as his Mistress. Those fiery orbs were blank as he stared at me and I could almost hear him wondering in the bestial part of his brain why I had called him…and what he might like to do to me.

But I had to take this chance—I would never get another. I knew, because Goldie had told me, that if I let him go once, he would be gone for good.

“Hell won’t relinquish its hold on him twice,” she had warned me. “Don’t lose your nerve or you’ll lose your man—that’s a guarantee.”

Keeping that in mind, I continued to call him.

“Kael, I call on thee. Come home, come home, come home to me,” I said, almost singing it now because he was so close I didn’t need to shout. “Come to me and share pleasure,” I added. “Let’s love each other.”

This seemed to decide him. He gave a grunt and stepped through the portal—which widened considerably to let him get through.

Time was now of the essence and I knew it. I had to get him cuffed to the bed as soon as I could. Goldie had said coming from The Pit back to Hidden Hollow would leave him momentarily stunned and it was essential to get him fastened down before the confusion cleared.

“You need to have him in your power so you can bring back his memory—and bring him back to his angelic form,” she had told me. “You don’t want to have sex with him in his demonic form—sex with a demon is no fun unless you really like it rough. Besides, I saw that barb on his cock when he was still a statue,” she added. “I know you don’t want to get stabbed between the legs with that!”

As it happened, she was right—I didn’t want to get stabbed with Kael’s barb. So now I had to work fast to get him on the bed and cuffed down.

“Come here. That’s right—come to me, Kael,” I said softly, beckoning to the stunned gargoyle.

For a moment he just stood there. But when I called his name again, he blinked and started to move.

He climbed onto the high red mattress beside me—though it wasn’t so high for him—and at first I thought it would be no problem. He seemed utterly docile as I got him scooted into position and began to fasten his wrists with the leather straps. As I buckled each one, I was supposed to say a mini spell which Goldie had taught me.

“Prisoner of Love, Gentle as a Dove,” I recited as I fastened his right wrist to the headboard. Then I stopped—I had forgotten the second part! There was a second line I was supposed to say, wasn’t there? I was almost completely sure of it. But it wouldn’t come to my mind.

Still, the spell seemed to be working because Kael wasn’t trying to get away. His hand hung limp from the leather cuff attached to the bedpost—it must be working.

Maybe I was remembering wrong, I thought. Maybe there wasn’t a second verse to the mini-spell.

I went on to his other wrist and then both his ankles. As I fastened each in place, I said the words again. “Prisoner of Love, Gentle as a Dove.”

Finally, I had my guardian gargoyle cuffed firmly to the bed—now the real Sex Magic could begin.

I had no idea how wrong things were about to go.