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<\/a><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nEach story is linked to a cast of bewitching boys with different body types, boundaries, and backgrounds, all engaging each other in consensual and super sexy rendezvous\u2014each one magically hotter than the next. Ground yourself for some wild magic! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Keep reading for an excerpt from River Huckleberry Kero’s<\/a> <\/em>Your Dick Made Me Believe in Magic<\/a>, the latest release in our Lambda-Award-winning Queering Consent<\/a> series!<\/em><\/strong> Preorder from our site for direct shipping from Microcosm’s warehouses starting April 15th<\/span>; available to order or pick from your preferred retailer’s shelves starting May 13th<\/span>. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n Heath lit the final candle in his room, and a soft hush fell. He took a breath and centered himself, watching the shadows flicker on the wall. He had pushed everything out of the way. His bed was shoved all the way up against the wall, the black sheets thrown over top of it. His dresser was crammed into the corner, the top of it a clusterfuck of jewelry, fingerless gloves, books, crystals, and tarot cards. His armchair, footstool, and desk were all jammed awkwardly together, and the rug was rolled up in the corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His wooden floor was bare except for a thrifted brass chalice, a bowl of salt with burning incense, and his chalk. Oh, and the approximately fifty black candles that were dripping wax everywhere. They were stuck into the floor, in bowls, on stands, and in candelabras. It was gonna be a bitch to clean up later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay,\u201d said Heath as he pushed his black curls back from his face. He was in pretty desperate need of a haircut, but he was also rocking his afro pompadour. \u201cLet\u2019s see . . . what beasties do we wanna play with, today?\u201d Heath crouched down, his collection of necklaces bearing pentagrams, ankhs, and protection charms rattling against his chest. He picked up the book, reverently feeling the weight of the bound pages, the softness of the black leather cover. There was no title, only a pressed design in the center of a jawless skull encircled by a serpentine design.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This was a book he had found tucked away in the back of the esoterica store he helped run. Heath found it jammed between the baseboard and the shelving unit when he was cleaning. When he opened it, he knew he had found something special. After a few cleansing charms, the book was ready to go. Heath wanted to break it in with a simple summoning. His favorite thing in the world was breaking demons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Heath was a witch, and his expertise lay in summonings, exorcisms, working with the undead and with creatures of other worlds. Up on his wall, he had a long shelf of jars containing demons from his previous workings. He liked to pluck demons who were tormenting folks in his neighborhood and put them into these containers for use at a later date. You never knew when you might want to have a demon around. Heath looked up at the mirror he had on the wall and realized that his reflection had blood coming from his eyes, dripping down his cheeks and draining onto the floor. He patted his face to ensure it was an illusion, then he sighed and rolled his eyes. Saul walked over and stood above him, and Heath hated when he did that. His briefs were so worn out, he could see waaaaay too much when he stood that close. Saul was looking at the most expensive dildo in Heath\u2019s (extensive) collection. It was a big boy, big enough that Heath hadn\u2019t even been able to take it, yet . . . though not for lack of trying. It was about a foot long, and a few inches thick. There were several pronounced ridges on the dick, as well as a fat knot. It was a high-quality silicone and had a gorgeous ombre color job that went from yellow at the tip to a crimson at the base. He had purchased it from an online artisanal dildo-maker for $275, and he was \u201cJesus Christ,\u201d Saul said, shaking his head at it. \u201cWhat are you supposed to do with that? Put it in your butt?\u201d Great. Heath didn\u2019t love kicking him out. He\u2019d probably pout, moan, and rattle some chains or slam some doors. Heath sighed. Finally. He set the bottle aside and then placed his hands back on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cZalmag,\u201d said Heath, calling a type of minor demon by name, \u201cEnter my circle and be bound. Ex profundo te voco, ut mea iussa facias.\u201d The candles flickered. Heath picked up the book and held it in his lap. His lips began to form the rest of the incantation. The language was not quite Latin, but it was close enough. His words echoed in the room softly. As soon as he saw the demon, Heath realized he had made a mistake. This was not a small time demon. This demon had a humanoid figure, except for a few key features. His skin was deep red, intense as a sunset or freshly pooled blood. He had black feathers on his forearms and legs, creeping all the way up to his thighs. His feet and hands ended in talons. Red horns arched up through the feathers on his head, sharp and adorned with gold chains. From his back sprouted wings, black and dripping with darkness. When the demon opened his eyes, they were lined with gold. When he smiled, Heath saw his golden fangs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course, he was fully naked. His body was smooth, and his cock . . . well, he was flaccid so it was small, nestled against his body, but Heath did notice the piercing through the head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cUm,\u201d said Heath. \u201cYou\u2019re not Zalmag, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n For more spellbinding scenes, preorder your copy of <\/em>Your Dick Made Me Believe in Magic<\/a>! Shipping direct from Microcosm starting April 15th, available at your favorite Microcosm peddler May 13th. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" High-heat, sexy, supernatural stories Drink deeply from this steamy cauldron of\u00a0spellbinding t4t scenes\u00a0featuring\u00a0transmasculine hotties practicing\u00a0erotic witchcraft.\u00a0Sigils in an\u00a0eco-friendly nightclub\u00a0lead to unexpected encounters; a horned god delivers more than just\u00a0spiritual blessings to\u00a0his devotees of self-made men; a video-game playing demon and his roommate coax a ghost through his unfinished business; a budding practitioner’s querent pulls\u00a0oracle cards… Read more »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[14,382,248,261,215,364],"class_list":["post-6966","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogifesto","tag-books","tag-erotica","tag-excerpt","tag-out-now","tag-queering-consent","tag-spring-2026"],"my_excerpt":"\n Drink deeply from this steamy cauldron of\u00a0spellbinding t4t scenes\u00a0featuring\u00a0transmasculine hotties practicing\u00a0erotic witchcraft.\u00a0Sigils in an\u00a0eco-friendly nightclub\u00a0lead to unexpected encounters; a horned god delivers more than just\u00a0spiritual blessings to\u00a0his devotees of self-made men; a video-game playing demon and his roommate coax a ghost through his unfinished business; a budding practitioner's querent pulls\u00a0oracle cards for \"erotic bliss\" and \"uninhibited release\"; and a\u00a0green witch's attempt to identify an unusual psychotropic plant takes a tendril-filled turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Each story is linked to a cast of bewitching boys with different body types, boundaries, and backgrounds, all engaging each other in consensual and super sexy rendezvous\u2014each one magically hotter than the next. 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\u201cOuch!\u201d The match burned down to his fingertips and he shook his hand, putting it out. He put two fingers in his mouth as he turned around to survey the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course, there was occasionally a downside to this work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSaul, go away.\u201d
His reflection in the mirror shifted to pull a face at him, and then the ghost stepped out of the mirror. Saul was okay, but he was a typical \u201cdudebro.\u201d He had the body type of a football quarterback and the personality of a college-dropout-turnedgym-rat. But he was nice enough . . . usually. The only really off-putting thing about him was the way that he looked. Like most ghosts, Saul was wearing what he wore when he died. Unfortunately for Saul, he died while wearing tighty-whities, white socks, and Nike slides. Heath still hadn\u2019t figured out what he died of, exactly.
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Saul asked. He glanced around the room.
\u201cLooks like you\u2019re expecting company.\u201d
\u201cGo away, Saul,\u201d said Heath. He finally found a good page. He intended to summon a demon, just a little one. He figured he could catch it and then sneak it into a place that could use a little chaos. Maybe a police station.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMan, you seem to like pushing your luck,\u201d said Saul, \u201cCan you ever, like, summon a girl demon?\u201d
\u201cNot my style, Saul. If you wanna see chicks so bad, go hang out at the graveyard.\u201d
Saul whined. \u201cThe graveyard is full of oldies! I want a hot young thing, y\u2019know?\u201d He made an hourglass gesture with his hands. \u201cA hot demon chick with big tits, is that so much to ask for?\u201d
\u201cBe careful what you wish for,\u201d said Heath, not really paying attention to him anymore. He was too busy examining his binding spells, clicking his rings together while he thought. He took a fresh jar off of the shelf, picked up a black candle, and dripped wax onto the side of it. He then pressed a carved obsidian charm into the wax, holding it in place until the wax solidified.
\u201cOoh, what\u2019s this?\u201d Saul asked.
\u201cI dunno,\u201d said Heath, picking up his chalk. He drew a large circle on the floor.
\u201cThis thing on your shelf. Is this a dildo?\u201d
Heath looked up with a frown. \u201cDon\u2019t touch my stuff, Saul.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
proud of it. He liked to think of it as aspirational to keep it on his shelf next to his favorite glass butt plug, purple ropes, and wax play candles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the idea, eventually,\u201d Heath grumbled. He flicked through a few pages in the book and began to draw more symbols on the wooden floor. He placed the jar in the center of the summoning circle as he
continued to draw more patterns.
\u201cYou\u2019re really going to do this?\u201d Saul asked.
\u201cI do this all the time, Saul. Go away.\u201d Heath drew the final symbol, lit a new stick of incense, and picked up a box of table salt. He poured it all around the outside of the circle, set the box aside, and knelt. He placed his hands on the chalk lines and closed his eyes. He took a breath to center himself . . .
. . . And opened his eyes to find that he was face to face with Saul\u2019s crotch.
\u201cEugh!\u201d He staggered back.
Saul looked very pleased with himself. \u201cBoo.\u201d
\u201cGet out of here, Saul!\u201d Heath swatted at him, his arm going right through his junk.
\u201cAm I your type?\u201d Saul asked cheekily.
\u201cNo! God!\u201d Although his briefs did hug his body very nicely. Heath hated to admit it, but Saul with his stupid floppy hair and big muscles and forever sunburned shoulders was a very handsome guy.
\u201cOkay, out! I mean it!\u201d He grabbed a bottle of blessed water that he kept in a sprayer, complete with a talisman hanging around the neck of it, and squirted at Saul.
\u201cOw! Ow, stop it!\u201d The water made his form fizz and bubble. \u201cFine! I know when I\u2019m not wanted. I\u2019ll be chilling in my crib.\u201d
He began to float upwards towards the attic. Heath gave him one last spray for good measure, making him shriek and zip up into the ceiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBe bound to me and do my bidding.
Come to me from the depths.
I command you to come hither!\u201d
A gust of wind blew through the room, putting out some of the candles. The remaining ones flared up, jumping and dancing so intricate shadows were thrown on the walls. The bottles and jars on the shelves rattled, the demons squealing inside of them in the presence of one of their own. Heath closed his eyes. When he opened them, the demon was in the circle before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\nHigh-heat, sexy, supernatural stories<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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