Tabitha’s Summoning: The Night of Endless Pleasure
The full moon hung heavy above the ancient cottage, silver light pouring through leaded windows onto Tabitha’s velvet throne. She sat draped in midnight silk and black lace, long raven hair cascading over bare shoulders, lips painted the color of fresh blood. In her cupped palms rested the glowing orb—pulsing with electric blue energy, crackling like bottled lightning. Tonight she hungered. Tonight she would take.
She whispered the incantation—old words of power that made the air shimmer and the roses on the sill tremble. The orb flared brighter, veins of cyan light snaking across its surface. A portal tore open in the center of the room, swirling with the same electric blue fire. Four men stepped through—tall, broad-shouldered, sculpted like gods carved from shadow and desire. Dark hair, sharp jaws, eyes already glazed with compelled lust. They wore nothing but tight black leather pants and boots, chests bare and glistening as though freshly oiled for her pleasure.
Tabitha smiled slowly, wickedly. “Kneel,” she commanded. All four dropped to one knee without hesitation, heads bowed, cocks already straining against the leather. “You exist for me tonight. Your mouths, your hands, your cocks—mine to command. Disobey and the spell burns you from the inside. Please me, and I may let you taste release.”
She rose, robe slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet, revealing pale skin, full breasts barely contained by black lace, and the dark triangle between her thighs already glistening with anticipation. She pointed to the tallest one. “You. Strip me the rest of the way. Use your teeth.” He crawled forward, lips brushing her skin as he tugged the lace down, freeing her breasts. His tongue flicked a nipple; she slapped his cheek lightly. “Not until I say.”
She gestured to the others. “Two of you—on the rug. On your backs. The third—behind me.” They obeyed instantly. Tabitha straddled the first man’s face, lowering her dripping cunt onto his eager mouth. “Eat me like your life depends on it.” His tongue plunged deep, lapping hungrily while she ground down, moaning low. The second man beneath her took her breasts in his hands, sucking one nipple, then the other, teeth grazing just enough to make her hiss in pleasure.
The man behind her pressed close, thick cock sliding between her thighs, rubbing against her slick folds without entering—teasing as she had ordered. She reached back, guided him to her ass. “Slow. Stretch me. Make me feel every inch.” He pushed in carefully, inch by thick inch, filling her until she was stuffed from both ends—tongue in her pussy, cock in her ass. She rocked between them, controlling the rhythm, dictating how deep, how fast.
The fourth man knelt at her side, hard cock in hand. She beckoned him closer. “Fuck my mouth while they fill me.” He slid between her lips; she took him deep, throat relaxing to swallow him whole, humming around his shaft so the vibration made him groan. She set the pace—pulling off to bark orders: “Harder. Deeper. Don’t you dare cum until I say.”
The cottage filled with wet sounds, heavy breathing, her moans of command. She came first—shuddering, thighs clamping around the face beneath her, ass clenching around the cock buried inside, mouth flooding with pre-cum she refused to let spill. “Don’t stop,” she growled around the shaft in her throat. “Keep going until I say.”
She orchestrated them like instruments—switching positions, making one fuck her pussy while another took her ass, a third in her mouth, the fourth jerking himself while she pinched his nipples and whispered filth. “You’re nothing but my toys tonight. My holes to fill. My cocks to drain.” They obeyed, muscles straining, sweat gleaming in the blue moonlight that still shimmered from the fading portal.
When she was ready, she lay back on the velvet chaise, legs spread wide. “All of you—inside me. One after another. Fill me until I’m overflowing.” They took turns—deep, brutal thrusts that made her breasts bounce, her back arch, her voice rise in commanding cries. One after another they came inside her—hot, thick spurts painting her walls, dripping down her thighs—while she rubbed her clit and came again and again, milking them dry with her inner muscles.
By the time the last man shuddered and emptied into her, Tabitha was a vision of satisfied debauchery—skin flushed, hair wild, pussy and ass leaking their combined release onto the velvet. She sat up slowly, orb still glowing faintly in her hand. “You’ve pleased your mistress,” she purred. “Now kneel and clean me.”
They crawled between her thighs, tongues lapping at the creamy mess—four mouths working in unison, sucking and swallowing every drop while she stroked their hair like favored pets. When they finished, she kissed each one deeply, tasting herself and them on their lips.
“Until the next full moon,” she whispered. The orb flared once more. The portal reopened. They stepped through—still hard, still hungry, still hers. The rift closed with a crackle of blue lightning.
Tabitha reclined, fingers trailing through the wetness between her legs, smiling into the darkness. “Next time,” she murmured to the empty room, “I’ll summon six.”