Being Familiar with a Witch
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by Sapphire Phelan
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance EPIC eBook Award Finalist
Description: Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers. For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [179 KB]
Reading time: 110-154 min.
It had been hard, waiting for his witch to be born. Centuries dragged on, slow as the tortoise that raced the hare in the fable. Initially, Charun remained in his quarters. He still felt the need to masturbate, but as enough years went by, he developed better control over it. As an Incubus he'd had total control of his body, and losing that as a Familiar had been embarrassing, especially in Hell where other demons made fun of him. For the first century he got into more fights than an unruly boy in a schoolyard.
One day, curiosity got the better of him and he used a large mirror that hung on the wall in his place to check out what was happening in the mortal realm. A few words of magic in demon tongue and, in shock, he discovered that a few centuries had passed since the Dark Ages on Earth. At first, the advancements of humans overwhelmed him, but then he grew intrigued with the changes and wanted to experience it all for himself. It might not be for long, as he was sure that Jacokb would send some demons after him, but even a few minutes in the mortal realm would be worth his transgression.
He transported himself to a place called Virginia. It was one of thirteen British colonies, and he found himself smack dab in the middle of the Revolutionary War. Using human form, it had taken him a while to get acclimated, but he joined the side of the Colonists and helped them gain freedom from England's grip. Surprisingly, no fiend from Hell came after him to drag him back down there, and he remained in the mortal realm, changing locales over the years when he realized that humans would notice he didn't age.
The centuries flew by and he took different jobs and learned many things. He changed names like a suit of new clothes every several years. Unlike as an Incubus, he found living as a Familiar among mortals fascinating, and that he liked them. Because of this, it made him more and more determined to stop any Armageddon from happening.
He discovered from Jacokb, who one day appeared to him, that his Armageddon was the thirteenth one, just one in a long line until the final one. He had helped in the twelfth battle that happened just before the American Civil War. Unfortunately, though the side of good had won, the witch prophesized for that Armageddon had died, his Familiar mysteriously vanishing after his death.
He remembered that battle--he had been fighting in his demonic form several yards away from the witch, Abraham. Abraham had magicked up a sword of fire and had just thrust it through the chest of an ice demon when Byleth, the demon who instigated Armageddon, leaped from his chariot and slashed out his claws, cutting off Abraham's head. Too late, Abraham's Familiar, Balam, rushed to his lover's side. Cradling the body, he gently picked up the head with his left clawed hand. Just as he was about to press his lips to the dead witch's ones, Byleth uttered a spell and Balam vanished. Then with a nasty laugh, the demon and his forces transported away, back to Hell. Once again, Byleth had won.
Charun shuddered as it brought home what could happen to him and his witch. Destiny could be a real bitch sometimes.
By 1984, he was working in a magical shop in Manhattan. As he reached up to put away a glass jar of dried herbs on a shelf behind the counter, something like lightening struck his heart.
Clutching his chest, he groaned. The jar slipped from his hand and fell to the linoleum with a resounding crash. Glass scattered all over and, after the pain resided, he grabbed a broom and swept it all up, depositing the pieces into a trashcan. Then he walked over to the front door, turned the 'We're Closed' sign around, locked the door, and went into the back of the shop. Locking up, he left the building through the back door and stood outside in the alley, ready to blink himself out of there.
His witch had finally arrived. He knew it within his heart and he danced, giddy as a schoolboy on the first day of summer vacation. An urge came over him, telling him to rush to a hospital in Omaha, Nebraska, where she had just been born. Just when he was about to do so, a whirlwind appeared and Jacokb stepped out and latched onto Charun.
"No, you cannot go to her yet. It is not time."
Charun struggled. "Let me go. I don't care, my witch is here." He couldn't get free of Jacokb's strong grip, though.
"It's too soon," Jacokb told him. "Give her twenty-one years to grow up, and then she will be ready for you. But not until then."
Charun stared into Jacokb's eyes and saw the pity and understanding in them. The other Familiar understood what he was going through. Charun looked away. He didn't need any of this from Jacokb. He just needed his witch. Only then would his pain be eased and his needs met.
Jacokb said, "I understand. Really, I do. But she's only a babe, not ready for a mating between you two. Like I said, give her twenty-one years to grow up. You'll see. Her scent will let you know she is ready." He dropped his hand.
Charun shuddered. He calmed himself. It was hard, though. His cock had gone ramrod hard when his witch came into this world. The instinct inside of him wanted her. No, demanded him to go to her. But, Jacokb was right. The timing was wrong. He couldn't take a baby. That was so wrong and disgusting. Even as an Incubus he had never trifled sexually with a child. He knew other demons that didn't care and did so, but it had always bothered him.
"I'll wait," he said with a sigh, looking at Jacokb. "I'm heading back to my chambers down in Hell." He frowned. "They are still there, aren't they?"
"They're still there for you, Charun."
"Good. I need a cold shower. Hell's bells, I can see twenty-one years' worth of cold showers to come."
Charun teleported himself to his quarters, right into the shower stall. Thank the Dark Lord of Hell that he had magicked it from Earth some years ago. Instead of electricity, it ran by demonic magic, and he was able to get both cold and hot water from it. The shower came on and freezing cold water shot down on him. Blinking his clothes away, he remained beneath the water and began to stroke himself. Unlike the other times, it proved harder to get relief for his rampant hardness fighting to stay that way. He dropped to his knees and touched the wet surface with his forehead, his hand still holding his staff.
"Hell's bells, another twenty-one years," he said with a groan.