Elysia huffed. Okay, she thought. Let’s try this one more time.

It was incredibly frustrating to have this kind of clairvoyant gift when she could apparently only use it to aid others. She could tell fortunes all too easily, she could conjure up a loved one to allow her customers closure, and on her best days, she could even make spirits appear. But after hours when the curtain had closed and she had her little tent all to herself? Suddenly the crystal ball was quiet and clear, her quartz charms completely still and soundless ... even her incense seemed to barely smell like anything. It was as if the spirits themselves had a nine-to-five, and the damn spirits were working to rule!

That wasn’t good enough for Elysia. Even though she didn’t have an exact reason in mind to be doing this, knowing she wanted it was good enough. It wasn’t enough that she could summon spirits for others ... no one could blame a girl like her for just wanting to prove something for herself, right?

Elysia had learned to enjoy proving things to herself, rather than seeking the approval of others. Not only was she now earning heaps of approval from her abilities to literally conjure up ghosts in front of her customers, but she also let go of that kind of ego long ago. Way before she had psychic powers, when she used her old name (which she never used these days), she was used to classmates and relatives and even strangers putting her down for any reason they could find. It was always a stupid reason, like how she was only five foot even, or how she was right on the verge of being chubby, even though she was still a perfectly healthy weight. To some of them, it seemed like almost being chubby was somehow worse than being outright fat! Plus, her weight was now the source of her impressive bust, and curiously, no one seemed to complain about that, although some of her family definitely enjoyed shaming her about them. It was like she was already a slut just because she had bigger boobs than them.

And she didn’t need to be a psychic to see the patterns. She was almost chubby, so she was fat. She had the biggest bust in the family, so she was a slut. Thank the heavens her family didn’t know the extent of her clairvoyant work, or they might have burned her at the stake!

Elysia did her best to push those thoughts out of her mind, a little too unaware that thoughts can leave spores behind. She did her best to focus on the task at hand: summoning a spirit. Any spirit. As long as she could prove it to herself that this wasn’t just a job, that was good enough for her. She wasn’t just a clairvoyant-for-hire that could speak with the spirits until 2am and then she clocked out, ready to sleep until noon – she was a ghost whisperer, she was one with the spirits!

She breathed – in, out, in, and out – and sat back at the little table, her eyes focused squarely on her crystal ball. This’ll be the one, she told herself. She kept making mistakes by only giving partial energy to her attempts, so that she had enough energy for a “next time” – there was no “next time” now. This was going to be the one. She would learn from her mistakes. Slowly, she lifted her hands, pushing them towards the ball. She allowed her mind to go blank, so blank that her eyes began to roll into her head of their own accord. She could feel the spiritual world taking over.

They all began like this; there was no reason to get excited yet. She kept up her resolve, feeling the power emanate through her fingertips. Slowly but surely, her crystal ball began to cloud. Her chest began to rise and fall with her breaths, noticing out of the corner of her eye that her quartz crystals were beginning to vibrate in place. Yes, yes ... keep going, she thought cautiously, not daring to let her progress shake her focus.

The ball began to change color, from its usual pastel purple-blue to a dark purple. Elysia exhaled slowly, trying to use more of her spiritual energy now that she was through the looking glass. She breathed in heavily – her incense smelled extra strong. It was almost overpowering, but Elysia was good at what she did, and she barely even noticed the change. The charms hung up in her tent began to shake around and produce wonderfully chaotic music, bashing against each other with erratic uncertainty. Behind her, the candles she lit began to go out, one by one ... then reignite, their flames brighter and deeper.

Elysia’s resolve only began to break when she noticed her vision was becoming impaired. It was ... her own hair? She hadn’t even noticed the wind begin to pick up within her tent. She’d seen her crystal ball glow a deep red – a color she’d never seen before – but she didn’t dare stop. Her resolve may have cracked, but she was just as committed as ever. She was summoning a spirit, and a powerful one! She allowed herself to breathe, and breathe she did – she emitted short excited breaths, feeling some strange powerful magic course through her. Her crystal ball started to rattle in place, and she allowed herself to look around her tent – whichever of her quartz crystals weren’t quivering in place were flying off of her furniture, and her candles were in a constant state of blowing out in the wind and reigniting – in new different colors of flame!

Suddenly, Elysia felt a powerful force push back against her. No, pushing back wasn’t it ... it was as if the spirit was forcing itself through her, but was so massive that traveling between realms was akin to splitting her spiritual side wide open! Elysia held on, her feet now gripping her floor, feeling the wind whipping away at her face and clothing. She gritted her teeth and focused on her crystal ball – it was rapidly changing colors, yet so naturally, as if a storm was brewing within her little sphere of glass.

This was it! she thought to herself. I’m doing it! I’m summoning a spirit!

Maybe she should have been nervous, but Elysia was only excited. Most spirits she summoned didn’t arrive with such aplomb, and instead felt like a shiver passing through her. Here, it felt like an absolute ordeal, as if her own soul was being sucked out, but in a benevolent way. The chaos was almost calming, even when the corporeal form began to apparate in front of her, wisp by wisp.

The form started blurry and unclear – it took a few seconds to become apparent that she was looking at a forming spirit and not a persistent dust cloud amongst the storm in her tent. Elysia kept up her efforts, channeling all of her power into this newfound spirit, but slowly, almost without her realizing it, she just sat back, her eyes and mouth widening as the spirit came into full view.

This spirit had a lot more presence than the others she’d summoned – usually, it was as simple as conjuring up a form in a matter of seconds to dance in the space of her tent, delight her guest, and leave. This spirit was appearing piece by piece, and it became clear that while this spirit needed extra help getting its foot in the door, it would need no such help maintaining itself.

“I-I am Elysia, channeler of lost souls, whisperer and friend to those that may have me,” Elysia practically shouted into the still-going windstorm that was her tent. “To whom do I have the pleasure of welcomi-”

She stopped as the spirit started to complete its form. To her adjunct shock, the spirit took the form of a chiseled, confident, and more than anything, hung humanoid figure. Obviously, spirits didn’t need clothing, but normally the spirits she summoned were a lot more wind-and-general-features, and less ... complete. The spirit still didn’t have a formed face, and Elysia could only slightly make out when the spirit opened its mouth.

“I come to assist you,” the spirit breathed effortlessly.

“A-assist m-” Elysia choked out, before feeling a powerful force tear away at her robe. It wasn’t just wind and force she was feeling – it was pure power. Even though she could have covered up in that moment, the combination of the shock as well as the awe of being in such a commanding presence made her still as the grave, all while the force tore through her robe. Soon, Elysia was sitting in just her undergarments, all while the spirit looked on.

Not content to just watch, the spirit took a few silent ethereal steps towards the fortune-teller and extended a hand forward. At first Elysia naively thought that the spirit would shake her hand or something, but the spirit extended its pointer finger forwards then inverted its hand, bringing its finger under Elysia’s chin. Silently, the spirit guided her up. Elysia, her mind overrun by what was happening, allowed the power to guide her, nervously standing up as the figure’s finger under her chin raised with her. Her heart began to beat faster and faster, especially as she finally used her brainpower to think about what was happening.

“I, um ... I’m n-not-”

“I come to assist you,” the spirit repeated, its hand going from propping her chin up to enclosing around her neck. It slowly tightened its grasp, and as it did, it was like it was slowly releasing inhibitions from Elysia’s mind. Elysia’s hand went to her neck, attempting to resist the spirit, forgetting who she was up against. Her hands only hit her own neck, and even as she resisted, her mind slowly numbed, further and further.

“I ... are you su- mmmn~” she moaned. It was funny – just a moment ago she was determined to not have a single thought of her own, to make sure the spell didn’t break. And now, she was desperately trying to maintain control of her mind. She tried actively resisting, then realized the state of her mind. She was slipping. Her backup plan was doing simple math equations: anything to keep herself thinking. Three plus seven is ten. Three plus four is seven. Three plus ... three...

She could feel her body reacting in real time. As the hand kept up its wonderful tightness on her neck, she relaxed her body and felt everything. Her nipples were getting harder and more sensitive – she found herself breathing deeper just to feel her bra stretch and contract against her skin. Her pussy began to react too, and she could feel her wetness beginning to manifest. Her head felt heavier. Her thoughts felt cloudier.

As she fell to this new feeling, she felt herself become enveloped in the spirit’s embrace. The physical spirit itself never even ventured closer to her, and still held her by the neck, but she still felt forces unlock her bra from the back and pull her panties down ... simultaneously. She was looking the spirit in the “eye” – the spirit didn’t even do that with its hands. It was ... hot.

“I...” she managed, still able to talk even with the spirit’s hand around her throat. “I, uh ... mmh ... fuck...”

The spirit made a motion as if it was laughing, but no sound came forth. The tent was a cacophony of noises anyway, and sights. Not the least of which was the spirit’s throbbing weapon, poised and at the ready. Elysia, a girl that didn’t even normally go for people with penises, looked at it and bit her lip.

She normally prided herself as the level-headed one in her witchier groups. They were all such sluts, and Elysia herself barely ever made an effort to seek out a girl or the occasional boy. It was a testament to the power of the spiritual realm that she was now looking at this ethereal cock with hunger in her eyes. She wanted to suck it. She wanted to take it. She wanted to do everything possible with it. Her desire burned brighter than she could ever recall feeling for any person.

“C-could I-” she started, then, quicker than anything that had happened, the spirit vanished. Elysia immediately felt a pang of grief – she was all too aware of her need. “No, please! I n- I need it!!”

The windstorm was still raging throughout her tent, though she heard a distinct laugh echoing throughout her surroundings. Desperately, she whipped her head back and forth, arousal aching between her legs. It had not died down in the slightest since the figure vanished, and instinctively, Elysia reached down to touch herself. At first contact, she stumbled, bracing herself by putting her hand down on the table. “Holy shit...” she mumbled to herself. It was the most sensitive she’d ever felt. It felt so ... good.

As she braced herself at the table, she felt a presence snake its way up her legs. She looked and could see nothing, but there was no mistaking the feeling of pure energy feeling its way up the skin of her legs. Her skin felt like it was on fire in a cleansing, amazing way. Elysia slowly closed her eyes, letting the feeling consume her. She couldn’t help moaning out of control while the energy worked its way up, agonizingly skipping her needy pussy altogether and concentrate on ... her back? Before she knew what was happening, the energy intensified and, with a strength only the spirits could have, bent her over the little table. Her crystal ball went flying to the floor as she felt the spirit finally touching her pussy.