Sex Magic: Marked in Pleasure

Sex Magic: Marked in Pleasure

The first time I saw him, I felt my pulse drop low and heavy in my belly. It wasn’t just attraction. It was recognition. Even though he didn’t know me yet, he belonged to me. From the way his eyes lingered to the way his breath caught when I walked by, everything about him called for submission. Gradually, I let him get close. Then I let him fall into sex magic.

Eventually, he stopped pretending he had any control. He started following without question. Because he craved to please, I gave him the chance. Because I wanted more than pleasure, I took my time. While he thought I was seducing him, I was preparing him. First emotionally, then physically. Finally, spiritually. He wat my reason for sex magic.

By the time he lay naked in my bed for the third night in a row, I had already chosen the moon.

My body started moving in tandem with sex magic.

The ritual had to be done during her full face, when her pull on the blood was strongest. That night, I took my time dressing. Silk robe open to my thighs. Hair loose, perfumed with rose and clove. While he watched, I traced my fingers along my collarbone, down between my breasts, just to watch his throat tighten as I laid the lines for sex magic. Then I led him into the circle.

The room was warm from the candles. Each flame flickered like a breath. I had drawn sigils across the floor in crimson ink, their curves glowing faintly. Although he looked uncertain, his cock was already hard. That told me everything I needed was here in sex magic.

I slipped off my ceremonial jacket, with sex magic.

First, I stripped him. Slowly. I kissed each inch of skin I exposed, from his neck to his inner thighs. Then I bound his wrists with red silk, not too tight. Just enough to remind him whose he was. As I stepped behind him, I whispered his purpose in the ritual. His body shuddered. Yet he nodded, being overwhelmed with sex magic.

Next, I anointed him. I poured oil onto my palms, then spread it across his chest, down his stomach, between his thighs. He groaned when my fingers brushed his length, but I didn’t linger. Not yet. Instead, I mounted him, straddling his lap, grinding myself against his hardness through the thin barrier of my robe. I kissed him, biting down on his bottom lip until he whimpered in the midst of sex magic.

Then I begin to chant the rituals of sex magic.

Each word was a pulse, a breath, a moan. As the energy gathered, I pushed the robe off my shoulders. His eyes widened as I slid down onto him, wet and wanting. Finally. The circle thrummed beneath us. Every motion of my hips summoned something ancient. As I rode him, he whispered my name like a prayer. I kept my hands on his chest, feeling his heart pounding through his skin rippling with sex magic. When the power crested, I leaned in and pressed my mouth to his ear.

“Come for me,” I commanded, voice thick with heat. “Give me everything.”

He obeyed. As he spilled inside me, I drew the ritual blade. Sex magic overflowing with lust. With one swift stroke, I opened a line above his heart. Just a drop. Just enough. I smeared it between my breasts, then dragged his mouth there. As he licked and kissed the blood away, I felt the veil lift.

Time unraveled. I saw the threads of his soul binding to mine. I saw the energy weaving itself into something whole. My body trembled. My thighs shook. I clenched around him as the climax hit me again, sharper than before, more than pleasure, more than magic, making me beg for more. It was raw creation. Not like stripping for cash. So much deeper than sex magic.

Afterward, I collapsed beside him. He was still inside. Still pulsing. Still glowing from the ritual we had shaped together. The sun rose, but I didn’t care. He was mine now. Marked. Used. Loved. And I would use him again. Would I let the rituals take over me? Would I let the power over come me?  Call me now to find the ending…

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