Book of Black Magic

By Karl Heffington

The Book of Black Magic is the most intricate and dramatic journey. In the enthralling sequel Black Magic Sanction, the courageous protagonist finds herself in a fight to the death against her own kind.
The Book of Black Magic is the most intricate and dramatic journey. In the enthralling sequel Black Magic Sanction, the courageous protagonist finds herself in a fight to the death against her own kind. 
It is one of the most comprehensive overviews of occultism ever written, and it is written by one of the most important personalities in Western occultism, who also compiled a significant number of magical spells and occult texts from a wide variety of sources.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Devid Martin
• Release date: May 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9791223042977

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Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Initial Attempt

Section Two

Section Three

Section Fourth.

Section Five

Section Seven

Section Eighth

Section Nine

Section Ten

Section Eleven

Section Twelfth

Section Thirteenth

Section Fourteen

Section Fifteen

Section Sixteenth.

Section Seventeenth

Section Eighteen

Section Nineteenth

Section Twenty

Section Twenty-One

Section Twenty-Two

Section Twenty- Three

Section Twenty- Four

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Initial Attempt

Griffin Trudeau was due for a nasty awakening; he just didn't know it yet.

Jemma Finnegan banged the car door shut with her rear end after readjusting her corset top and artistically enhancing her cleavage. When she was satisfied that her best qualities were on display, she set off towards the log house hidden amid the tall white trees. She felt like the butterflies that had been living in her stomach for the past hour were stumbling through a performance of the Macarena. This was a path she had trod many times, but never with the goal of courting her dearest friend.

After all, one of them needed to be the one to light the fuse. They felt sexual chemistry, but she knew that if she let Griff decide, her vagina would die.

She could smell oregano and thyme wafting in through the open windows on each side of the front door. Maybe she'd wait until they'd eaten Griff's renowned spaghetti to try to tackle him into bed.

She entered the foyer after giving the door a resounding tap to alert anyone who might be approaching. She was feeling insecure, but a pair of alluring high heels she had recently purchased helped her feel more confident. And they made her little legs look much longer than they actually were. After all, she had to pull out all the stops to have Griff finally chase after her while she was puffing.

She walked into the kitchen, where Griff was hunched over the étagère, and announced, Lucy, I'm home. Bob Seger was playing softly on the radio. The sable accents in his hair looked especially good under the overhead track lighting, making her want to run her fingers over it. He kept perusing the wine labels, seemingly oblivious to the effect he was having on her, before selecting a bottle of red wine. She took a deep breath, willing the tantalizing aroma of Griff's cooking to subdue her passion as his muscular shoulders flexed alluringly under his forest-green polo shirt.

What's up, Jem? Sorry, I'm out of Chianti. Will you relax your strict standards and have a glass of merlot with me this once? He cocked his head in her way. The look on his face validated every painful twist and turn she'd made to fit into those tiny pants and tight top.

Her smirk of victory was stifled as she rounded the kitchen island in her black patent stiletto heels, which clicked on the hardwood floorboards. She came to a halt before him, bent forward, and thrust her breasts directly into his groin. Is it okay if I go fetch something for you? "

He didn't reply right away. But he couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts.

Control on the ground, we have made contact. The Wine, Griff? "

Awakening from his reverie, he handed her the bottle. She kissed his forehead firmly, as she'd done countless times before in exchange for his silent submission. In this case, though, the action also afforded him a breathtaking glimpse of her bare midriff. Hearing his loud gasp, she turned and marched confidently toward the central island, shaking her booty the whole way. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard Griff cry.

She pried open the center drawer and extracted the corkscrew. The gruff tones of Seger's crooning about Night Moves and the rising roar of the pasta's bubbles battled with the sounds of his shifting around and the melodious clinking of stemware. The familiar sounds in her environment were both soothing and enticing, contributing to the dense buzz of sexual tension. When she swiveled to look at Griff, she saw his jaw flex involuntarily, and she knew that he, too, could feel the tension between them. She sucked on the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning as she inserted the corkscrew's pointed end into the foil cap of the wine bottle. When asked how the day at the shop went, the question is typically phrased as follows: "

Griff said, with feigned cynicism but filled with real affection, Your dad was his regular slave-driver self. He was not only her father's employer, but also a close friend. Something for which she would be forever thankful. If things between her and Griff went beyond the platonic friend zone, she could rest assured that her parents would accept whatever came of it. Oh, my, I hope she wasn't joking. Because of their extreme happiness, they could organize a celebration.

Your father is really fortunate to have you as a son or daughter. No one else in a tool belt can hold a candle to your sexiness or the way you operate that facility. She made it a point to visit Finnegan Hardware at least three times a week for that purpose. Something her cruel cousins delighted in making fun of. She ran a hand over her top's waist while chewing her lip. She was aware of Griff's unwavering interest as he watched her fingers move. Tingles hopped all over her flesh. I haven't heard a word about what I'm wearing from you.

Once again, his attention was drawn to her breasts, and then quickly he looked away. His gravelly voice betrayed him as he said, You look...different. He then cleared his throat. Perhaps I made a mistake by serving pasta. The last thing I want is for you to accidently get sauce on your white shirt.

Holy cow! Is there a way he could have gotten her attention more effectively? Should I remove it then?" She reached up for the highest eyehook in her top, channeling her inner devilish fox. Griff dropped the glasses, and they landed with a thud on the kitchen counter instead of shattering.

You better believe it's Jesus, Jemma. Stop being so flippant.

If you think I'm kidding, show me the people who think I am.

She touched the frilly frills at the top of the corset with her finger.

Like he was under a spell, Griff followed the movement of her finger. He took a deep breath and forced it out, his Adam's apple bobbing. An alarm from the stove timer startled him. He scurried to the stockpot on the stove and slipped it off the fire as it was boiling, appearing curiously glad by the interruption. As he swore angrily and yanked his hand away, water spilled out of the saucepan.

She ran to him, careful not to fall in the water that had spilled on the floor, and stared at the furious red burn that was growing around his knuckles. Oh no.

Just good, thanks.

Grabbing him by the belt loop, she said, Don't give me that shit, Mr. Macho, and dragged him over to the sink. She turned the water faucet all the way to the freezing point and held his palm under it. The cold water felt like a thousand pins were being thrust into her skin, but she paid it no mind. I need some first aid cream, do you have any?

I'm good, Jemma.

She gestured at the row of barstools in front of the island and said, Stubborn is more like it. She told him to sit, and when he grudgingly complied, she switched off the water and raced to the master bath. She carefully avoided a stray towel and pair of workout socks that had gotten away from the hamper. Men. A tube of ointment was found after some digging in the medication drawer. She went back into the kitchen and sat down next to Griff on the bar stool. She unscrewed the tube's top and rubbed a generous amount of cream into the bright crimson blotch on his palm, making sure to be as light and delicate as possible. That's different from the norm. The most of the time, you're the one who saves the day for me. I can't tell you how many times you've come to my rescue without me even having to contact you; I've lost count. To put it another way, he seemed to have a sixth feeling about her.

She laughed at the absurd idea and shrugged. Remember that time I got my finger caught in the doggie door at your house? What a mortifying situation. Show me how to lose my keys!

There was total quiet in response to her comment. The woman looked up and saw Griff's intense concentration on her lips. His dark brown eyes burned with a fervent need. Her adrenaline levels skyrocketed, and she felt dizzy. There will be no other chance. Risk it everything and try something new. She took a stiff posture, and his hand gripped beneath hers. As her blood raced, she reached for the bend of his elbow and gently stroked his forearm, running her fingertips over the tufts of sun-kissed hair that dotted it.

It sounded like a purr, but it came from deep within Griff's chest. Her confidence boosted by his voice, she moved in closer and placed her mouth to his. His breath blew across her lips, and he didn't even flinch. She saw this as a good indication and cranked up the pressure slightly, determined not to waste the opportunity. It's important to take your time and enjoy your first kiss slowly. The fiery, I want to gobble you up, tongue-wrestling portion of the celebration might be postponed until the morning if necessary.

Griff's lips were tickled by the tip of her tongue. The lips were kissable perfection, strong but supple. With a rumbling grunt that came from the depths of his body, he yanked her off the stool and plopped her onto his lap. The huge erection tenting the fly of his jeans scraped her crotch. Her body jolted with shock. Oh my God, how could she have gone so long without experiencing it!

Alright, enough with the gradual approach. She undulated her hips in a manner that would have done a stripper proud as she massaged along the exquisite length of Griff's shaft. To show his appreciation, he let forth a heavy, agonized sigh. 1 millisecond

A while later, when his mouth slammed into hers, she instinctively opened her mouth wide. He accepted her invitation and slid his tongue inside, hot and eager.

When he kissed her, it was like he was on death row and she was his last meal. His persistent fingers combed through her hair, and she leaned forward to give his probing tongue more access. She parried it back, earning another one of his seductive purrs in exchange. She felt a tight, delicious pain between her thighs as the music tingled over her nerve endings and set off a delectable spiral of fire. She squealed and cried. Within seconds, Griff had his head snapped back, and his breath came out in sharp gasps. Even when his eyes grew dim with regret, he could still feel the raging fervor.

With hands as shaky as his voice, he grabbed Jemma by the hips and tried to pull her back onto the bar stool, where she would be safely out of reach of that tantalizing erection.

Absolutely not! She sat on Griff's lap, pressed her body against the back of the stool, and brushed her kiss over his bristly chin. His long sigh swept past her ear and ruffled her hair. She put her hands on his neck and nuzzled her nose into his soft flesh, her excitement at his delicious musky aroma. Jesus Christ, he smelled delicious. In order to test her hypothesis, she bit at the tight tendon that ran up the side of his neck.

We shouldn't be doing this," he croaked in anguish, desperately.

She cupped his face and gently ran her lips over his in a plea for help. She had anticipated that he would be wary of endangering their ten-year friendship with a fight. The good news is that she wasn't afraid to use the heavy guns when necessary. She retreated, then loosened the corset's eyelets and discarded the garment.

Griff looked at her bare chest with an expression that was equal parts pity and desire. Touch me, Jemma. Please. That's something I'll definitely need. I'm counting on you.

He took a deep breath and relaxed his hold on her hips. After hesitating for a second, his fingers moved higher and lightly touched her belly button. The woman felt a tremor in her stomach. It seemed to take an eternity for his hands to make their way along her rib cage and under her breasts. His thumbs eventually settled on her nipples as he reverently followed their gentle contours. The little touch gave her clit a gluttonous aching. Oh, how much she needed him to put his lips and hands all over her. Now. Griff—

His mysteriously alluring stare emerged from behind his mask. He appeared to be a guy on the brink of madness. Similar to a man who was on the verge of stripping her completely naked and f*cking her senseless. She hoped he'd hurry up and finish it already. It's going to take me sucking your nipples until you beg me to make you come, Jemma. Assume, then, that

may I have two seconds of silence?

When he said it that way, I had to agree with him.

Her back arched as he kneaded the weight of her breasts in both hands and then went down to tease her nipple with his tongue. His fangs scratched across her skin, causing a little yet satisfying sting.

He didn't ask a question, just said, You have sensitive nipples. Her wheezes and groans must have satisfied his need for an explanation. In equal measure, he focused his attention on each breast until its tip was red and swollen, glistening with his saliva. Inquiring minds want to know, Is your clit as sensitive? She fidgeted in his lap at the question. Griff raised his phallic looking chin to her breasts. What if we were to find out? "

She responded, Oh yeah, her voice trembling with excitement. When she attempted to dismount the stool, he hefted her up onto the island counter. Griff struggled with the button and rasped down the zipper of her pants as she kicked off her heels. She slid her hips forward, making it simpler for him to unbutton her skinny jeans. When her bare flesh touched the cold stone, she shuddered.

We apologize to you, sweetie. Growling, he hooked his fingers into the elastic of her bikini and tugged the piece of crimson silk down. We should be doing this in the warm comfort of my bed, but I don't have the resolve to wait that long to taste you. Softly and teasely, he touched the insides of her thighs. She was dying to feel his lips on her pussy.

Griff stretched her legs and sat down between him and her, the passionate expression in his eyes suggesting he felt the same way. Pulling her toward the edge of the counter, he slung her legs over his broad shoulders. He dropped his mouth to her crotch and licked along the length of her moist slit before swirling over her firm clit, letting out a sigh of pleasure. Her hips buckled as a harsh and delicious song of feelings shot through her. He slid his palms behind her buttocks and braced her against his active tongue.

She screamed, Griff...oh God, as she grabbed onto his trembling head. In stark contrast to the hard abrasion of his whiskered jaw, the silken tips of his hair caressed her fingers. Speaking of his tongue. Worse than a nuclear bomb, this is a genuine catastrophe.

For a while, she couldn't believe that Griff was the man who was about to stomp all over her and set off rockets inside her. Still, I had a good impression of it. Perfect. He jerked his head up and aimed a smoky glare at her, his mouth and chin shiny with her blood. Jem, give yourself permission to relax. Here I am, if you want me.

Panting, she slipped her thighs down his clavicle and said, Trust me, keep doing what you're doing and that'll be a sure.

He slid a finger inside of her and sucked her clit between his teeth, saying, Baby, that was only the appetizer." She was reduced to a trembling, wailing mess as he held the tortured stub prisoner to the nimble voraciousness of his tongue. He eased off just as she was on the verge of collapse. Angered, she cried out, and he cracked a grin. Bastard. He slid two fingers down the edge of her labia, dispersed her secretions, and then slid both fingers inside her pussy. As they moved within, her inner walls embraced the visitors.

Griff's chest rumbled with satisfaction as his searching fingers honed in on her G spot. His tongue and lips went back to her clit. The louder, more forceful tone was followed by whirls of his tongue that were as