Halloween Event: Rune Spirit Jurga (Patreon)

"HALLY HIDEY HO!"

You spend a careful couple of minutes inscribing the magic rune into your arm. At it's completion, there was a flash of spiritual light as the Rune spirit manifested from the sigil on your arm. Your legs felt wobbly and your head felt spacey as your felt your own energy being sapped into the being that now made its presence in the room. 

"Morty?! Is that fricking you my man? Ho BOY! You hardly ever invoke me anymore these days! Ya make me think I'm your favorite, and then PRESTO, I hear nothing from ya!" 

"Jurga, I know I know-" 

"Can-it pretty boy!"

 Your feel your cheeks tint with slight shame, it was true that Jurga was one of the main spirits you invoked with ease. You two were pretty much friends with benefits. But after a year of not invoking his name to use his powers, it was clear he felt pretty alienated from you. If things kept going sour, it wouldn't take long until the jilted Rune Spirit would decide to curse you.

 "Jurga, it's been a busy year. But I'll make it up." He scoffs and looks away as you gently put a hand on his belly. "I wager my heart that I'll make sure to invoke you at least... three times a month from now on, without even a spell for exchange. I'll even invite you in on fooling around with me and my partners. Please dude, I just need one spell." 

He didn't respond, but he didn't blow you off either. "Come on big guy... come on" When his eyes glance at you, you give him a friendly wink. He mumbles and groans until it turns into a frustrated whine, stomping his foot on the ground. "DAMMIT! Alright. You're lucky you're cute little man, but you ain't getting off that easy." He pushes you back as he greedily dives for your bulge, you had no time to protest as a soft moan escapes when he takes your soft d*ck in his mouth that slowly grows hard.

It didn't take long until Jurga wrapped his gigantic hairy moobs around your stiff member and started tittyf*cking you. It was his favorite thing to do with you, and if this was the only way to convince him, you had no other choice. He greedily licked around your head as he slobbered all over it. The friction and the sensation of being enveloped in his hairy softness was overwhelming. You thrusted with satisfaction as your excitement quickly grew to org*sm.

"Heheh... now that's what I'm talking about! Been too long since I tasted that sweet milk..." 

He sighed with satisfaction as he licked the mess clean and stood himself up. "Alright Morty, a wager is a wager. You got one shot with this spell, so use it wisely, as always. Got it? And don't be a stranger!" You nod at him. He licks his lips as his form disappears from the room. You had a bit of explaining to Dan and Abel when they would see a huge fat spirit joining them in bed.