We call a Medium to STOP BLOWJOBING MY ROOMMATE

Title: “A Spellbinding Succubus Stops the Oral Obsession”

In the dimly lit bedroom, the eerie glow of a CRT computer monitor flickered against the walls, casting dancing shadows that lent an unsettling ambiance to the scene. The air was thick with an ominous tension, as if the very atmosphere was charged with mystical energy.

Lana, a curvaceous college coed, sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop balanced precariously on her thighs. Her roommate, Dakota, twitched spasmodically, his face buried deep between the legs of his girlfriend, Chloe. The rhythmic slurping sounds filled the small room, punctuated by Chloe’s high-pitched moans of pleasure.

Lana closed her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration as she whispered an incantation under her breath. The words were ancient, hailing from a time long forgotten, their meaning lost to the mists of history. Yet, Lana felt their power coursing through her veins, igniting a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach.

Suddenly, the room darkens, and a chill runs down Lana’s spine. She feels a presence, an otherworldly entity that seems to materialize from the shadows. A seductive voice, like honey dripping from the lips of a serpent, whispers in her ear, “I am Lilith, the succubus of legend. I have heard your plea, mortal, and I shall grant you your wish.”

Lana’s eyes widen in surprise as she turns to face the entity. Before her stands a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her hair as black as a raven’s wing, her eyes gleaming like polished onyx. Her curves are mesmerizing, her skin smooth and flawless, and she exudes an alluring aura of raw sensuality.

Lilith saunters over to the writhing couple, a wicked grin playing on her full, red lips. She traces a finger along Dakota’s spine, and he shudders, his hips pausing mid-thrust. With a wave of her hand, she commands Chloe’s legs to close, trapping Dakota’s face between her thighs.

“Be still,” Lilith hisses, her voice dripping with authority. Dakota freezes, his body trembling with an un namable fear. Chloe whimpers, her hands clawing at the sheets, desperate for the relief Dakota’s skilled tongue once provided.

Lana watches in awe as Lilith begins to weave her magic. The succubus’s fingers dance through the air, leaving trails of shimmering energy that envelop Dakota’s immobilized form. The energy coalesces around his head, forming a glowing, transparent mask that obscures his facial features.

Lilith turns to face Lana, her eyes burning with ancient power. “From this day forth, this mortal shall be devoid of oral fixation,” she declares, her voice echoing through the room like thunder. “His tongue shall be bound, his indiscretion punished by his own lusts.”

With a dismissive wave of her hand, Lilith snaps her fingers, and a blast of energy knocks Lana off balance. As she struggles to regain her footing, the succubus’s laughter fades into the distance, leaving behind the erotic stagnation that has descended upon the helpless couple.

Dakota remains still, trapped in an involuntary trance by the succubus’s spell. His eyes are glazed, his expression one of deep confusion. Chloe’s moans have given way to whimpers of unsatisfied desire, her hips bucking against Dakota’s motionless face in a desperate attempt to rekindle the pleasure that has been cruelly denied her.

Lana watches the spectacle with a mix of fascination and relief. She had hoped that Lilith would put an end to Dakota’s oral obsession, but she had not anticipated that the succubus would grant her wish in such a barbaric manner.

Dakota abruptly rises from his position between Chloe’s thighs, his face flushed and sweat-drenched. His eyes, once filled with lust, are now clouded with uncertainty. Chloe reaches out to him, her voice quivering with desperation, “Please, Dakota, I need you.”

But Dakota recoils from her touch, his hands trembling as he fumbles with his zipper. He manages to free his erection, his body pulsing with need, but his tongue remains bound from any further oral antics. The succubus’s magic has left him in a state of excruciating frustration, his cock throbbing with pent-up tension.

Lana watches as Dakota sinks down onto the bed, his body mashing into Chloe’s, his hips bucking in a violent, almost savage frenzy. Chloe mewls with pleasure, her nails raking down Dakota’s back as she arches into him, desperate for relief.

The sound of flesh striking flesh echoes through the room as Dakota continues his relentless thrusts, his face contorted with a twisted mix of pain and pleasure. Lana feels a strange warmth pooling in her core as she watches the erotic spectacle unfold before her.

Chloe’s screams of ecstasy fill the room, her body violently erupting in a torrent of unbridled passion. Dakota grunts, his hips stuttering as he hunches over her, his own release crashing through him like a tidal wave.

As the final vestiges of their shared climax wash over them, Dakota collapses onto the bed, his body heaving with exertion. Chloe, her limbs splayed in a posture of complete abandon, pants heavily, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

Lana rises from her bed, her legs feeling weak and unsteady. She approaches the entwined couple, her heart pounding in her chest. As she draws closer, she sees that Dakota’s eyes are no longer glazed with confusion. Instead, they are filled with a deep, abiding respect.

“Thank you,” Dakota murmurs, his voice hoarse and raspy. “I couldn’t … I didn’t …” He trails off, his words lost in the aftermath of his explosive release.

Chloe, too, looks up at Lana with gratitude shining in her eyes. “I don’t know what happened, but it was incredible,” she admits, a small smile playing on her lips.

Lana returns their smiles, a sense of contentment washing over her. She had called upon the succubus, a powerful and ancient entity, and she had delivered. The obsession had been cured, and in its place, a newfound appreciation for each other had taken root.

As Lana returns to her bed, she cannot help but feel a sense of gratitude for the mystical forces that have delivered her from her roommate’s oral fixation. The succubus Lilith may be a being of dark powers, but in this instance, her intervention had granted Lana the relief she so desperately craved.

With a sated sigh, Lana curls up beneath her covers, her mind drifting to dreams of ancient magic and sensual pleasures. She knows that the memories of this night will stay with her forever, a reminder of the power of the occult and the strange intersections where the mundane and the supernatural intertwine.