The Dance of Summoning
Copyright© 2025 by Osa Oladapo
Chapter 8
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Nigerian enchantress summons a black unicorn in the Jungle
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Magic non-anthro Incest Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Black Male Black Female Black Couple Cream Pie Pregnancy Small Breasts
The silver-eyed creature stepped into the moonlight, and the air itself seemed to cool and crackle with a new, electric energy. It was tall, slender, and sculpted from what looked like liquid mercury, its form shifting subtly with each graceful movement. It had the shape of a man, but was utterly alien, its skin a shimmering silver, its hair a cascade of flowing metal that fell to its waist. Its eyes were pools of molten silver, fixed on me with an intensity that was neither threatening nor gentle, but profoundly assessing.
Adunbi moved to shield me, but a ripple of power from the creature held him in place, a gentle but immovable force. Not a foe, I realized. A test.
Its voice was like chimes in a deep well, echoing in my mind rather than my ears. “The vessel is swollen with twin magics: life and union. The protector is bound by seed and blood. But the final artifact demands a deeper harmony. A triad.”
It glided forward, and I saw its sex—a smooth, seamless mound that reshaped itself as I watched, forming a thick, gleaming shaft of solid silver. It was as long as Adunbi’s, but perfectly smooth, with no head, just a blunt, rounded tip that caught the moonlight. It pulsed with a soft, internal light.
“The guardian offers its essence. The vessel must accept. The protector must share.”
A shiver, part awe, part raw arousal, coursed through me. My cunt, still slick and loose from Adunbi’s recent claiming, clenched around emptiness. Adunbi’s breath was harsh beside me. “Share?” he growled, the possessive instinct warring with the ritual’s command.
The silver sentinel stopped before us. Its cool, metallic hand reached out, and a finger, smooth and warm, touched the center of my glowing belly. A jolt of pure, clean pleasure shot through me, making me gasp. My nipples tightened, the amber studs pressing against the air.
“Your joy is the key,” it chimed. “Your shared pleasure, the path. Will you walk it?”
I looked at Adunbi. His eyes were dark, conflicted, but beneath that, I saw the same dawning hunger, the same submission to the sacred that had brought us here. He gave a single, sharp nod.
“Show us,” I whispered.
The sentinel’s hands were cool on my skin as it guided me to lie back on the grass. Adunbi knelt at my side, his own massive, dark arousal a stark contrast to the guardian’s shimmering form. The sentinel positioned itself between my legs, its silver cock hovering at my entrance. With its other hand, it gestured to Adunbi.
“Join. Fill her life’s gateway. Synchronize your rhythms to mine.”
Understanding bloomed, hot and impossible. Both. At once. Adunbi’s eyes widened, but he moved, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider than I’d ever been. The sentinel’s smooth, cool tip pressed against my stretched, swollen opening. Adunbi positioned his own broad, plum-shaped head just beneath it, at the same, swell of my cunny.
“Breathe, sister,” Adunbi murmured, his voice thick. “Open for us.”
I did. I let my body go soft, trusting, inviting. The sentinel pushed first. Its silver shaft, impossibly smooth and thick, slid into my cunt with a shocking, full glide. The stretch was immediate, a cool, filling pressure that touched depths still humming from Adunbi’s seed. I cried out, my back arching.
Before the sensation could crest, Adunbi pressed forward. The intrusion there was a sharp, burning breach that stole my breath. I gasped, my nails scrabbling at the grass. He pushed slowly, relentlessly, the incredible girth of him forcing my sacred channel to expand, to accept him. The feeling of being filled by both cocks, stretched to an unbearable, glorious limit, was overwhelming. A scream lodged in my throat, coming out as a broken, sobbing keen.
They were both inside me. I could feel every inch—the sentinel’s cool, solid length rubbing against my inner walls, my brother’s hotter, veined flesh pressing deep at my womb. My stomach distended, a visible, taut mound between my hip bones. The sentinel began to move, a slow, gliding thrust. Adunbi mirrored it, his rhythm matching the guardian’s perfectly. The dual motion created a friction that was beyond anything. It wasn’t just fullness; it was a complete occupation, a claiming from both cocks that massaged every nerve, pressed against every spot.
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