A Hundred Icy Hands

Skye rose the book a little higher, squinting in the pale moonlight through her thick glasses to try and find her place in the weathered old tome she held aloft.

"Okay... now apparently if I do this..." She reached over and lit the candles below her, connected by lines of salt "I can begin incantations!"

Smiling to herself as she placed the book on a nearby grave, she began chanting quietly under her breath, not really understanding the words that came from her mouth, but putting all the conviction she had into them nonetheless. As she waited for her results a cold wind blew over her, raising her spirits in hope, before a few minutes passed. She sighed in frustration.

"Damnit Sherry!" She whined, stamping her foot, causing her to slip over on the dewy grass, wetting the back of her dress and disturbing the lines of salt she had drawn.

"I knew she was bullshitting me! I'm going straight back to that bookstore tomorrow to give her a piece of my mind!"

As Skye stood up, ranting and raving, she felt a small tug at her shoelace. She yelped a little and looked down. Nothing there.

"Huh, must have just stood on my lace" she sighed, turning to pick up the book. As she bent down, she noticed that the page the book was open to wasn't the page she had bookmarked the night previously. Her curiosity piqued, the raven haired girl began to read, realising slowly that the setup for this ritual was identical to the one she had been performing. Her miming of the words slowed to a stop as she realised that she had, instead of reading the words for summoning from limbo, been reading from this page. Panicking, she frantically raised her eyes to the top of the page, reading the title for the ritual she had accidentally performed perfectly.

Summoning from the second layer of hell

Skye froze, running through her head the different layers of hell as she knew them. Anger was four... or was it five? Either way she knew she was safe from that, It could have been greed but she was confident that was the third layer..

Still lost deep in thought, she jumped, letting out a small shriek as she felt something cup the back of her thigh, leaving a small trail that felt almost like a hand travelling down her leg. She whipped around, smoothing her dress down and ready to confront whoever it was that had snuck up on her...

... only to find nobody standing there. A small shiver crawled up her spine, and she backed up, treading over her circle of salt again and disturbing it even more. Suddenly, she remembered exactly which circle of hell was the second ring, a single word flashing in her mind like a neon light.

LUST.

Biting her lip worriedly, Skye trailed her eyes around the graveyard, both for anything out of the ordinary, and the path she had used to enter. In the encroaching darkness however, she couldn't see either, so instead resolved to move as fast as she could to the edge of the graveyard and simply walk around it until she found the gate. She nodded to herself, taking a step forward and immediately falling forward as something grabbed her ankle.

As soon as she hit the soft grass, her skin was alive with the feeling of a hundred hands gripping and exploring her body. Despite her fear, Skye couldn't help but moan quietly, surprised at how nice it felt. Unconsciously, she parted her thighs a little and the hands immediately took advantage of her momentary weakness by pulling them wider to caress the growing bulge in her lacy underwear. Her moaning this time was full and loud, mingling with a shocked gasp that forced its way from between her slightly parted lips and formed a cloud of mist in the cold night air. The hundreds of invisible hands slowly pried her clothes away from her, their movements surprisingly deft as they threw her clothes away from her body uncaringly, delighting with rubbing the newly exposed skin, warming her slightly before goosebumps could even form in the chill.

As the head of her cock was manipulated, Skye relaxed backwards.

"It's happening now. Fuck it! Might as well enjoy it." She thought to herself. Feeling her subtle acquiescence, the hands became a little more demanding, manipulating her until she was laying down, back raised off the ground, supported by a dozen invisible palms. Her cock pointed straight upward, slowly being jerked by a dozen invisible hands, with the palm of another slowly rubbing the head, which was leaking copious amounts of precum. Suddenly, as if growing more bold, or possibly more powerful Skye mused idly, she felt something rubbing against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail of... something. Lost somewhere between sobriety and utter bliss, Skye's lips parted gently, and her mouth was claimed by something long, thick and strangely warm.

At the same time, two pairs of hands deftly parted her cheeks, rubbing around her tight, virgin hole. Skye felt her face burn red and she half squeaked, half moaned around the intruder in her mouth as said hole was swiped across by something that felt strangely like an unnaturally long tongue. A moan built low in her throat as she felt pressure on her ring, and it slipped inside, slowly tonguing her and opening her ass up, pressing against her prostate as it did, causing her eyes to roll backwards in pleasure, and her legs to shake violently. Paired with the many pairs of hands expertly massaging her cock, she could no longer take it and she shuddered, violently squirting dewy white droplets onto her stomach.

As Skye came down from her orgasm, shuddering gently, she began to feel something wider than she was used to positioned at the entrance to her ass. Before she could fully comprehend exactly what was happening to her, she was invaded by a ghostly cock so large she could barely take it. Feeling her opening stretch wide to accept the semi-corporeal head, her eyes snapped open, and if it weren't for the dick using her throat with reckless abandon she would have screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Her ghostly partner didn't seem to care, setting a rough pace as he pounded into her silently, no sound being made as he repeatedly glided his cock across her prostate. Even through the pain, between that and the many hands still fondling her body, Skye could feel her cock waking up, growing harder and harder until it was standing tall and proud, as hard as steel.

Groaning, she felt herself approaching the edge once again, just as the disembodied member using her throat swelled, pulsed, pulled back slightly and spewed flavourless, ghostly cum into her mouth. If it had been any more solid, she might have choked, but it slid down her throat effortlessly. No sooner had the first ghost cum than she felt his friend, still pounding ruthlessly at her ass, also thicken. It pulled back so it was barely inside her, then with one mighty shove, pushed itself deeper than ever before (she swore she could almost feel a ghostly pair of hips going through her) and began to spew a gallon of ghostly ooze into her. With all the overstimulation, Skye's cock was pushed over the edge and for a second time, erupted. With even more force this time, it cannoned her cum over her head and into the grass behind her, each spurt growing weaker and weaker until eventually her cock deflated, leaving her laying on the ground, alone, covered in cum and surrounded by slightly stretched clothes.

A few hours later, redressed and somewhat presentable, Skye stumbled into Brookford Books, the bell hailing her arrival to the willowy black haired woman behind the counter.

"Ah.. Welcome back Skye, my first customer of the day! How was your night?" Sherry asked her, with a knowing twinkle in her eye.

"It was... fine" Skye murmured, her cheeks blazing red. "But is it okay if I keep the book for a while longer? I have some more uh.. things I wanna check out."

"Of course! In fact, keep it. I have a new shipment coming in next week. I'm sure you'll get more fun out of it than I would." The bookshop owner smiled, watching as the young woman turned heel to hide her blush and grinning, noting the small ghostly droplets rolling down her leg as she briskly walked out of the store.