Summoning by Amanda Clover

Author:Amanda Clover [Clover, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-07T21:00:00+00:00

III

Dirty Deeds

It was all a dream. I’m sure of it.

The book is sitting beside my bed, that much was real, but there is no sign of Morgana. I groan and pull on a robe. Even sleeping naked isn’t too unusual for me, although I usually don’t wake up with a headache this bad. I try to blink the sleep out of my eyes as I shuffle across the hallway to the bathroom.

The beaker is still sitting on the edge of the sink. I could have put that there for some reason. Or even my dad.

I lift it up to my nose and inhale in the unmistakable scent of the demoness. It was real. I fucked a succubus.

So where is she? Maybe she disappears during the day like a vampire. I don’t know how any of this works.

I splash some water in my face and look in the mirror over the sink.

“Oh my god,” I whisper.

I look like I have had a makeover. My complexion is completely clear, my skin tone is even, my hair looks full-bodied and silky instead of limp, and even my brown eyes seem as if they have been outlined with eyeliner. My body is different too. My weight hasn’t changed, but the softness of my midsection has seemingly crept up to my breasts. They feel huge.

I slip the robe off my shoulders and gasp at the sight of my flat tummy and my huge, pert breasts with their smaller areolas. It’s as if every flaw I have perceived has corrected itself overnight. Even my bush is gone, reduced to a small landing strip above my pussy like a porn girl I recently admired. My ass is still just as big, but now it feels firmer when I poke it with a fingertip. No cellulite and only good jiggling.

My hands continue the exploration of my body in the warm water of the shower. Other than my headache, I feel amazing. Whatever Morgana took from me when she fed does not seem to have done much harm. I slip a finger into my pussy, marveling at my sensitivity. I run my fingers over my clit and gasp, but I have a sudden pang of fear.

What if Morgana is with my father?

I told her not to feed on him, but I don’t think I can trust the word of a demoness. I have to check on him! I dry off hurriedly, wrap my hair in a towel, and pull my bath robe back on. I go running downstairs, taking two steps at a time.

“Daaaad?” I call.

“In here, honey,” he answers from the kitchen.

I practically slide across the hardwood floor at the bottom of the stairs in my haste. I round the banister and see into the kitchen, where my dad is standing at the kitchen island drinking his morning coffee. Morgana is sitting across from him. Eating a bowl of cereal.

“Uhhhh… good morning…”

I walk into the kitchen and see that Morgana is not Morgana. I mean, she has those same eyes and the same hair color, almost the same beautiful face, but more innocent and youthful.

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