Author’s Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.

As can be seen from the tags, this story is a bit weirder and more experimental than is the norm in this category. I started writing it in the middle of writing a few supernatural-themed stories, and so, perhaps inevitably, this one also ended up going in that direction. If you don’t like stories like this, you’ve been warned. If you like them or don’t care, then I hope this story won’t disappoint you (much).

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“The hell’s taking her so long,” the young, international Latin superstar, Camila Cabello, mumbled to herself, annoyed, as she checked the time on her phone.

For somebody like her, it was very hard to quote-unquote “disappear” and go somewhere truly incognito with no one following her. That was true even when she wanted to do something completely normal like simply taking a walk or going into the woods for a while, but when she wanted to do something like this, where a single photo of her standing and waiting where she now was could make her a target of mockery for years, the stress of her situation was barely manageable. The very last thing she needed was being forced to wait because the person she was supposed to meet with was late, and, of course, that was exactly what she now had to go through.

If this was just her idea of punishing her or something because of the way their last conversation went, then she’ll make her wish that that was the furthest Camila could go verbally when being angry…

Thankfully for the celebrity, her torturous wait had finally come to an end. Just a couple of moments after swearing under her breath at her circumstances, she saw an old, beat-up, black car drive by the sidewalk, before stopping right in front of the shop she was waiting by with such suddenness and force that, for a moment, she expected the car to just break down into pieces.

Opening the creaky driver’s door with what the young singer could clearly see was a considerable effort, a hooded figure of a female roughly her age, maybe a bit old, exited the car and loudly slammed the door behind her.

As the hooded figure walked around the car and started walking towards her, the superstar noticed with amusement just how much the approaching figure resembled the shop she owned. Where the woman had dark clothes, a dark hood, black hair, and make-up, the shop she owned was similarly covered in black paint, with dark, tinted windows, and a structure that seemed just as old, used-up, and half-broken as the car which she drove to get here.

“Well hi there, FeistyCubana97_3,” the hooded woman said, somewhat mockingly, when she finally came just a few steps away from the popular singer, using the nickname she was using on her site to address her.

Camila just snickered when she heard it. It was still quite funny to her that she was somehow the third person who chose such a nickname on a semi-obscure occultist’s website.

But then, it wasn’t like there weren’t weirder things happening in the world always. Such as a world-famous singer trying to buy spells from strangers online to improve her sex life.

“Hi there, Madame Beaumont,” Camila replied, likewise using the nickname her conversational partner had been using on the website. Though, while “Beaumont” obviously knew who she was, she had no idea what her real name could’ve been. Not even the private detectives she anonymously hired could figure out. But then, she wasn’t there to talk about or learn names, anyway. “Your spells don’t work,” she dryly stated, looking into the woman’s disturbingly empty-looking dark eyes.

“If so, then why are you here?” the supposed witch replied, in an unbearably smart-ass manner. “You came here specifically for me to use my magic to help you.”

“Yeah, you already promised that once,” Camila retorted. “Now, you’re promising that this time it will definitely work, and all I needed to do was come here, risk my reputation, and pay you even more money.”

“Well, ordinary spells sometimes don’t work. I mention it multiple times on my page. And that’s especially true when you try to use ordinary spells on extraordinary people,” the occultist replied. “How many people watch, or even just think about you daily, Miss Cabello? Millions, easily, if I had to bet. That’s powerful. All of that energy, all of those chaotic vibrations creating an astral image of you and trying to impose themselves onto your reality… I’m sure you understand that it’s hard for the energy of an ordinary spell to penetrate through all of that, all of those subjective viewpoints, and become the one thing that changes its subjective reality into your objective reality.”

Once again, Camila snickered at her words.

“So, basically, that’s your explanation for why you charge celebrities and other wealthy clients of yours more than the people with less money,” she said, the sarcasm obvious in her voice.

“Basically,” was the witch’s reply.

“So, you’re just a scammer,” Camila said.

“That may be so,” Beaumont conceded. “Why don’t you let me open the door then and let me do the job I promised, so you can see for yourself.”

“Of course, you’re free to do that,” she replied, moving out of the way for the witch, her words reminding her of the fact that she really needed to hide behind those dark windows as soon as feasible lest some stray paparazzo snaps a picture of the year.

Fiddling with her keys long enough to make the nervous celebrity suspect that she could read her mind and knew how paranoid she was about being in the open like this, the dark-haired mystic finally opened the heavy-looking door, a dusty smell hitting both of them in the face after she had done so.

“When was the last time you vacuumed this place?” Camila asked, a bit shocked, waving her hand in front of her face as she did so.

“I do that often enough for the place to keep its atmosphere,” she replied as she looked at the Latina, her black lips curling into a grin as she said so. “Anyway, follow me.”

She did.

Walking right behind the hooded spell-seller, she was surprised to see that, despite the gloomy, gritty exterior and the dusty smell everywhere in here, the inside of the magic shop was quite clean and modern-looking. This was yet another way in which the shop had resembled its owner, because, behind the dark clothes, make-up, and general attitude, the supposed witch seemed to be quite a typical, even attractive, young girl.

Passing by some tables, chairs, and through one other room, the two of them walked into a small room hidden way back from the entrance door to the shop. If Camila had to guess before they entered it, this would be where the safe was, and, indeed, her intuition was correct. In the corner of the room, hidden under a chair and multiple articles of clothing was a medium-sized black safe box, which Beaumont had immediately reached down for.

A cold chill ran across the celebrity’s spine as she looked at the box. She had no idea what could damage such a durable-looking coffer, but something was able to carve out an uncanny-looking and creepy pentagram all over the front side of it. The pentagram had the face of Baphomet in it, and she could swear that its eyes, which seemed to almost shine, were looking straight at her.

“Could you look somewhere else?” Beaumont asked. “Not that I think you need my money or anything, but there’s not a single shopkeeper who’d let a customer, or anyone not working for them, to see the safe combination.”

“Of course,” the Latina replied, happy to have a reason not to look at the creepy carved-out goat face.

After a couple of tense, silent moments interrupted only by a few clicks, she heard the unmistakable sound of a safe opening and turned around to see the few stacks of cash and a dozen or so transparent, test tube-like bottles filled with similarly transparent liquids, which filled the safe’s inside.

“You have the money I hope?” the dark-haired witch asked.

“Of course,” Camila bitterly replied, before reaching into her purse. Being reminded of just how much money she had to waste on this wasn’t the nicest feeling.

If, before she had fallen into this rabbit hole, anyone would’ve told her that she’ll be carrying 15,000 dollars while sneaking out of her home and past the numerous paparazzi waiting to get incriminating shots of her, to give that fat amount of cash to an owner of a run-down shop on the outskirts of a medium-sized town who claims to be a witch to improve her sex life, she’d call that person a loco, and most likely call the cops on them.

“Bruja de mierda,” she spat out through gritted teeth as she handed the cash to Beaumont, a shit-eating grin on the witch’s face as she took it. Sure, she still had A LOT more money in her bank profile, but still, 15,000 dollars was 15,000 friggin’ dollars, no matter how wealthy you were. “This better work.”

“Don’t worry, it will,” Beaumont assured her, as she handed her one of the small bottles. “This doesn’t have just the invocations powering it. To multiply its power and make sure that the intended mystical effects will manifest, those potions have been filled with some of the most well-known hallucinogens used in mystical praxis.”

“Aaaah, I get it now!” the star replied, laughing, as she looked the bottle over in her hand. “So, it’s just drugs?”

“I highly prefer using just the term hallucinogens. ´Drugs´ implies that there is a risk of either addiction or negative effects on your organism, of which there is zero with this,” the gothic witch assured her. “All this will do is open your mind to higher spheres, and allow the incubus bonded to the bottle to interact with you, and satisfy your unfulfilled desires, easier.”

“All right, I get it,” she dismissively replied with a snicker as she backed out of the room back into the one connected to the shop’s main one. Still holding the bottle in her right hand, she swiftly took out her phone with the left one and ordered a taxi, using a fake name of course. “So, I hope that we’re done here.”

“Well, yeah, we are,” the potion seller admitted. “Here’s what you need to do with it. It’s simple. Just fill your bathtub with water, then pour it in. Get in there and relax as the potion starts working. But if I can advise you, doll yourself up at least a bit before you do that. The demon lords those potions bring are very important beings, and if they are to have sex with human women and fulfill their deepest desires, then they also expect a similar consideration in return. Some chicks thought about getting some nice bikini, but I’m not sure about this. One thing you can do though is wearing some nice jewelry. Water-resistant make-up also wouldn’t hurt.”

“Noted,” the superstar replied as she walked towards the shop’s door, barely listening to what she was saying anymore.

The witch didn’t follow her as she exited the building, only to go back to standing where she was before, now waiting for the taxi to arrive. If Camila had to guess, she probably had some similar mixtures to cook up back in there or something. Through the dark windows, though, she couldn’t see what she was doing, not to mention how dark it was by now.

Thankfully, just before it could get too awkward, the taxi she had ordered finally arrived.

The driver obviously wasn’t happy about being booked for an hour-plus, almost two hours really, drive this late in the evening, but, what else could he do? As she got into the car, he looked at her and their eyes locked for a moment before she quickly turned her head down, though she was pretty sure that, if he knew her, which was admittedly a bit questionable as he seemed to be in his 40s which wasn’t exactly her target demographic, he definitely managed to recognize her.

“Long day Ma’am?” he asked, as he started the engine.

“You might say so,” she replied. “But I think it can still turn out pretty nice and sweet,” she added, looking at the bottle in her hand.

Predictably, basically nothing happened on the drive to her home. The entire journey, long as it was, felt almost awkwardly empty, with her mostly just texting her friends and family to assure them that she was completely OK and coming back, she just needed to clear her head a little and have some alone time.

Only at the end of their journey, as she was getting out of the taxi, was the quiet atmosphere broken.

“Congratulations on your new album! I almost forgot,” he said just as she was about to close the car’s door behind her, revealing that he had, in fact, recognized her. “You’re one of my favorite rising stars.”

“Uh, thanks,” she replied with a childish giggle, before finally closing the door and letting him leave.

Having already told everyone in her household what she needed to get them off her back and let her do what she wanted, she didn’t have to waste too much time with them. After a few unavoidable “Hi”s and “Good night”s, she could finally get to focus on what she was preparing for the entire day.

Taking into profile what she had been advised to do, she dolled herself up just in the way the witch had recommended. Likewise finding the idea of getting a bikini on for some millennia-old demon lord just too ridiculous, she quickly got on some cute, water-resistant make-up and a few nice rings and bracelets, before finishing it with a pair of big hoop earrings, which were semi-mandatory whenever she felt like showing off just what a hoe she could be.

That said, she did prepare one more thing. Not understanding herself why exactly she did it, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at this point today, she took out one of her sexiest black dresses and prepared it by the door to the bathroom. She wore it on the night she and Shawn first slept together, so, if it was good enough for a rising star, it could be at least acceptable for a fallen angel.

After that, Camila barely even wondered about what she was doing, either how bizarre it was or anything else. Sure, for a moment, as she was getting ready to finish filling the bathtub up and get in, a brief wondered about what the others must be thinking about her now flashed through her mind, but she made herself forget about it simply by shaking her head.

Now, as she finally turned the tap off, it was time to finally do this. Holding her breath for some instinctive, subconscious reason as she did so, she poured the mysterious contents of the equally-mysterious bottle into the water filling the bathtub.

For a couple of moments after that, the singer just stared at the place she had poured it on as if she could see the transparent liquid dissolving into the equally-transparent water.

Then, she got in, the water rising nearly to the edge of it and spilling over as her body’s presence pushed it up.

And now, was the time to wait. Wait and see, what this supposed little miracle she paid 15 grand for could do.

She didn’t have to wait for long.

Almost as soon as she got in, the brunette realized that something was happening to her, though she couldn’t exactly put a finger on what it was. She started feeling funny and lightheaded, with her skin seemingly getting more sensitive, all of those feelings only getting stronger and more intense as the moments passed by. Amused at the delirium slowly enveloping her mind, she absentmindedly started playing with the water, running her hands forward and backward through it, not caring how much she splashed out of the tub, the feeling of her limbs moving through the warm liquid being almost addictive.

She had no idea what the mystery liquid was doing to her to make just the feeling of her bare hands moving through water so pleasurable, but she loved it.

“Oh, oh, oooh!” she moaned loudly after deciding to take her self-pleasuring a step further and putting her hands on her now extra-sensitive breasts, the explosion of electrifying pleasure almost overwhelming her. “Oooh yeaah, yes, aaahh! So good!” she moaned further as she caressed and squeezed her soft breasts more and more, before moving onto the rest of her body.

This continued for a couple of more minutes, with her running her soft hands on her delicate and increasingly-sensitive skin, before periodically returning to fully enjoy the main course which was her perky tits. Whenever she stopped that but didn’t feel yet like exploring her body again, she put her fingers into her mouth, imagining that she had a thick, throbbing cock between her cute lips to suck on. All the while, of course, she moaned as if such a prick was being shoved into her wet, hungry twat.

Of course, her pussy was untouched so far. Slowly, however, she was making her way towards it, bringing her fingers closer and closer to her womanhood every time she explored her body.

Finally, when the aroused delirium had overwhelmed her to the point where her vision was blurred and she was starting to see strange colors all around her, she entered her sex and screamed in pleasure as a wave of pleasure exploded from her loins and washed over her body.

Then, something strange started happening.

The weird colors all around her started shifting. They started slowly moving, “flowing” into the center of her vision, contorting into numerous shapes, changing colors, and quickly disappearing and reappearing just as suddenly as they did so. They formed a black “blob” that appeared to be right in front of her, with her there in the bathtub. Swirling and morphing into each other, the numerous colors, now stretched and contorted into numerous bizarre shapes, were becoming one with the mysterious blob, making it bigger and denser.

Camila could only silently stare, mouth agape and fingers still in her cunt, as the blob formed itself into an increasingly human-shaped figure, with some of the colors it was absorbing finally starting to show on its surface.

Soon, a distinctly male figure had taken shape in front of her enraptured, dark eyes while she continued to slowly finger herself. Even that soon stopped, however, as the figure finally gained a truly human visage, and she realized that her chocolate eyes were looking at a hypnotically gorgeous man roughly her age.

He wasn’t just gorgeous, though. He was exactly what she wanted because he was exactly what she had wanted in the past. Her eyes widening in shock, she realized that the smugly-grinning man in front of her was a perfect amalgamation of all of her boyfriends. Mostly, he looked like Shawn, but with the best features of the other added into his visage, with just a hint of utterly-inhuman and unearthly beauty added in to spice it up mostly in the form of his beautiful shoulder-length hair and striking blue eyes.

If he weren’t so hot, and she so horny, this would be one of the creepiest sights and experiences in her life.

“Hello, Camila,” he said, his baritone voice brimming with irresistible masculine energy. “It was told to me that you need my services.”

“Umm, yes! If that means fucking you,” she replied, rather instinctively.

She had absolutely no idea what was happening now, but she was starting to really like it.

The demon just laughed, his booming laughter making her pussy contract in arousal.

“Yes, yes. What you’ve begged and pleaded for is finally here,” he said with a suitably demonic grin on his face. “When the puny Earthly men couldn’t quench your burning thirst, your comedic pleas and my servant’s pitiful begging were heard, and I came to fulfill your desires. Of course, it won’t be for free…”

“Well, I already paid, so, I mean…” she protested, before, realizing how ridiculous her protests were considering the situation, stopping herself even before another round of his stone-like laughter in response to her words.