lovingfingers
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Sebastian had only himself to blame. The spell he had selected required a quantity of his own blood. He did not mind giving it. It was a small discomfort compared to his aching want of her.
He had met Maria at work. She was a new hire with a truly amazing body, which she didn't mind showing off in various tight outfits. At a party, he had asked her out, only to be brushed off with laughter. He only barely managed to keep his humiliation from showing, laughing along with her. But he swore to himself that one day, he would have her.
His interest in the occult arts was something he kept secret from work, for obvious reasons. He researched dogged for a couple weeks, until he formulated just the right spell. He managed to sneak into her cubicle at work long enough to steal her brush, loaded with sufficient hair to form an object link. He had woven into a doll, some would call it a voodoo doll, but the magical principles dated to ancient egypt. When he had completed it, and cast a magic circle to do his work, he took the knife to draw his blood to bath the doll.
He had slipped and cut his hand far deeper than intended. At first he didn't realize how deep the wound was, but by the time he had bathed the doll, he was beginning to feel a bit woozy. He continued on, not worrying about it. He would bind the wound later. He had to have her.
His vision faded, and when it was restored, he found himself looking about an apartment he had never seen before. "What am I doing here?" he thought confusedly. He took a couple steps forward and felt an odd tingling sensation in his legs. He looked down to see his shins terminate in a coffee table. Startled, he moved back and saw the rest of his legs appear.
"Crap!" he muttered, "No, no way, you have got to be kidding me!" Dead? Astral projection? What the fuck?
His pondering of his existence was interrupted by Maria, humming merrily as she carried a glass of wine and settled down onto a couch nearby. She looked.. right through him. Not a good sign.
But he wasn't really thinking about that. Maria had obviously just showered. Her hair was still damp and the T shirt she wore clung to body. Sebastian sighed, sort of, not having lungs anymore. He could see the contours of her breasts and dark nipples through the fabric. He stood there, drinking her in, and felt a flush of both anger and desire.
"I fucking died for you," he growled unheard.
He had met Maria at work. She was a new hire with a truly amazing body, which she didn't mind showing off in various tight outfits. At a party, he had asked her out, only to be brushed off with laughter. He only barely managed to keep his humiliation from showing, laughing along with her. But he swore to himself that one day, he would have her.
His interest in the occult arts was something he kept secret from work, for obvious reasons. He researched dogged for a couple weeks, until he formulated just the right spell. He managed to sneak into her cubicle at work long enough to steal her brush, loaded with sufficient hair to form an object link. He had woven into a doll, some would call it a voodoo doll, but the magical principles dated to ancient egypt. When he had completed it, and cast a magic circle to do his work, he took the knife to draw his blood to bath the doll.
He had slipped and cut his hand far deeper than intended. At first he didn't realize how deep the wound was, but by the time he had bathed the doll, he was beginning to feel a bit woozy. He continued on, not worrying about it. He would bind the wound later. He had to have her.
His vision faded, and when it was restored, he found himself looking about an apartment he had never seen before. "What am I doing here?" he thought confusedly. He took a couple steps forward and felt an odd tingling sensation in his legs. He looked down to see his shins terminate in a coffee table. Startled, he moved back and saw the rest of his legs appear.
"Crap!" he muttered, "No, no way, you have got to be kidding me!" Dead? Astral projection? What the fuck?
His pondering of his existence was interrupted by Maria, humming merrily as she carried a glass of wine and settled down onto a couch nearby. She looked.. right through him. Not a good sign.
But he wasn't really thinking about that. Maria had obviously just showered. Her hair was still damp and the T shirt she wore clung to body. Sebastian sighed, sort of, not having lungs anymore. He could see the contours of her breasts and dark nipples through the fabric. He stood there, drinking her in, and felt a flush of both anger and desire.
"I fucking died for you," he growled unheard.
