Thread: Being Familiar (Thymoit and Semi)

Ever since he was a child, Max has been fascinated by magic, both stage magic and the occult since a young age. He even made it into his career running a store, Maximum Magic, that sold both stage magic props and occult books. He never really believed it was real. He'd tried some of the rituals, just in the spirit of experimentation, but he never expected them to work. It was just fascinating. Max was excited when he acquired an ancient occult tome that purported to hold the secrets of 'true' magic, not that he believed it. Still it was interesting. What interested him most was it had a different take on the familiar. Witch familiars were generally regarded as being demons in cat or other animal form. They fed off the blood of the user to survive and acted as their master's eyes and ears. This book claimed that the familiar wasn't a demon at all, but a bound and transformed human. Furthermore, the book claimed that it was the familiar that was the prerequisite for all other magic. The familiar was a conduit and focus for all the magics of a mage. Still, he never would have done the ritual, except that it looked like just the thing for impressing his girlfriend. He and Jennifer hadn't been dating all that long. She'd been shopping at his shop, they'd flirted and Max asked her out for dinner and dancing. Then it was dinner and movie. Then I'll fix you dinner and have sex. Now they were lovers, still young lovers feeling each other out. Max wasn't ready to move in together or anything, but so far there hadn't been any red flags waving that made him want to ditch her. They got along well enough in bed and out. So Max was playing the wait and see game. This little ritual looked like just the thing to try with Jennifer. She'd asked about some of the magic books, teased him about thinking it was real. He'd assured her that he knew it wasn't, but some of the rituals were interesting. She'd challenged him on that and he'd dared her back into trying one with him. Which is how he ended up ispending a Friday night in the back room of his shop chanting Latin in heavy robes while Jennifer was splayed naked in the middle of a pentagram surrounded by candles. She looked quite lovely naked in the middle of the design, her red hair flared around her head like a flame. She looked very much like a witch. Of course, he considered this mostly foreplay for an evening of sex. Especially with the way the ritual concludes, but he does it right, all the incenses, all the chants, he even had the cat hairs which he sprinkled all over her body. Naturally Jennifer was skeptical, but she played along, repeating the words he told her to with a straight face... well, mostly a straight face. As the ritual continued he felt a little odd, a bit drunk or high. Strange, there were no drugs in the incense. There was also a strange charged feeling in the air, like before a thunderstorm. However, mostly he ignored that. Less easy to ignore, he had the hard-on of all hard-ons. Although Max didn't think that was suspicious. He was just greatly looking forward to how the ritual ends. Now we come to the 'climax' of the ritual. To complete the ritual you must partake of my bodily fluids - my semen. He grins at that. He knew it was coming and Jennifer hasn't ever been shy about oral sex. He is still looking forward to. Even more than usual. His balls are achingly hard and full for some reason.