Jamie decided to start with the first ritual. It was only logical... before she could give birth to a monster, she would have to... well...
Even the thought made her pant with lust. Her body felt so empty... she needed a mate. Thinking about it made her so wet, and she reached down, her slender fingers sliding through her secret patch before stopping just shy of her sex.
"No," she whispered to herself. "Not myself... I only want a monster inside me." Just saying that made her whole body hum with forbidden power. She was shaking with anticipation so violently that she knocked over a few of the candles before the ritual began and dropped a package of herbs, but once the rite was properly started, her body and her voice moved smoothly, beautifully, confidently, as if this was and had always been her purpose in life. Naked and painted, her nipples standing proud and hard and pussy wet with desire, she lay down on the floor inside of the candle circle she had made and repeated the words of Maya, the first ritual, to herself over and over.
As she chanted, she felt herself lifting upwards, towards the ceiling. Was she flying? No... looking down, she could still see her skyclad body in the circle. It was only her spirit that was rising, up through the roof, until she floated free over the whole city.
After she came to a stop nearly a mile above the ground, she waited, but nothing further happened. She wondered if she had forgotten something. The ritual said that she would "know" where a potential father for her dark offspring would be, but she didn't feel anything as she looked down across the suburbs, the streets, the houses, the park...
"Ooooooooooooh!" she moaned as her body was suddenly wracked by a rolling wave of pleasure. As she focused on the park more, the pleasure grew, especially when she concentrated on a heavily wooded area. An image appeared in her mind: fangs, fur... and a thick member dripping with seed, ready for breeding. "A beast," she whispered. "It's... he's... there." She wasn't sure just what he was, but she knew that if she became one with him...
Another wave of pleasure rocked her spirit as she looked at one of the taller buildings downtown. There was something on the top floor, in the penthouse on the west side. She could hear voices chanting ta name, and the more they said the name, the more pleasure she felt. Two places on her scalp tingled. "Where horns would be if I was..." she fought to get herself under control. Something lived in that penthouse, in the shape of a man, but it was not a man. It was a monster from Hell. She almost came just thinking about carrying its cursed babies and spreading evil across the world through her womb.
But it was when she glanced towards the Museum of Ancient History that the biggest wave hit her; if she was in her body, it would have been an orgasm, but as a pure spirit the sensation reverberated endlessly through her. Too many images assaulted her mind to make sense of, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was something extremely old and powerful trapped inside an artifact in the museum. It was desperate for freedom... and a concubine as well.
Finally, she started floating back down into her own body and eventually opened her eyes. The candles had burned out, but as she sat up she remembered each and every location where she might find a powerful inhuman creature to breed with. The park, the penthouse, the museum... there had been a few other places too.
She wanted so badly to run naked to any of those places, to all of them, and leave swollen with seed and leaking corrupted milk from her brood-fattened breasts. But she knew she had to get dressed first; after all, it wouldn't do to be arrested before she fulfilled her greatest desire. She was also smart enough to perform the second ritual, the Shield, before getting dressed. It was relatively brief, and mostly consisted of painting strange symbols radiating from her nipples and her sex using mashed herbs of a kind she had never smelled before. She had no idea how long it would last, or whether she would need it, but it was done.
By the time she opened her door, dressed just enough to be decent (and knowing that she wouldn't be dressed for long at all) she had made up her mind. The father of her first brood of monsters would be...