I'll Call You

By A. E. Tulloch

Two stories of supernatural seduction from A. E. Tulloch:

In, "I'll Call You," A curious witch has questions of a very personal nature for the demon she summons. Will curiosity kill the cat? (More importantly, will satisfaction bring it back?)

And in "Looks Can Be Deceiving," a pair of players gets played, and discover far more than they bargained for. Making the best of an awkward situation can be highly gratifying!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Unspeakable Publications
• Release date: Jun 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310299827

A. E. Tulloch

A. E. Tulloch has been writing for decades, but has only recently begun to publish her work. Very nerdy herself, she seeks to bring an element of geek chic to erotica. She lives in the Midwest where she has devoted much thought to whether it would be better to be a werewolf or a vampire, and considers no bad movie too bad to sit through at least twice.

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I’ll Call You

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Looks Can Be Deceiving

A. E. Tulloch

© A. E. Tulloch 2014

Cover Photo © Algol | Dreamstime.com & A. E. Tulloch

Published by Unspeakable Publications at Smashwords

I’ll Call You

The witch sat within the protective circle painted on the stone floor, muttering phrases in an ancient tongue. Tall flickering candles marked the quarters of the circle. There was another circle inside the large permanent one, that one in salt, three feet across. The witch tossed a handful of herbs onto a brazier in front of and aromatic smoke filled the confines of the large circle, but not beyond it. She then tossed another handful into the flames, making them burn blue, and causing her naked flesh appear to glow with an eldritch light. A knife’s point pierced the pad of her left thumb, but she uttered no cry of pain, nor did the muttering incantation falter. She held the injured hand over the brazier and the blood from the resultant prick dripped slowly into it. The flames turned violet this time. A small globe of light appeared in the smaller circle, and upon seeing it, she gasped in anticipation. Her spell casting was not yet complete. She began the final, and most dangerous, part of that night’s work: summoning the demon.

Chanting now, the witch spoke clearly and carefully. One misstep could mean her loss of control over the demon. The light within the salt-circle grew and brightened, and began to take form. The form grew to a man-shape about seven feet tall with huge wings wrapped about it, closely contained within its protective barrier. "I