2 comments/ 42539 views/ 2 favorites Diablo By: nisaea -You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. - Ogden the innkeeper was just about to lock his guest-filled house for the night when the rain started to fall. Looking through the little hole in the door, he stares at the shining moon. "Full moons are signs, my son. You never know what might happen during full moons..." His father used to say. But right now, he cared more about being dry and warm inside his house than anything else. The 18-year-old boy really feels safe inside his huge home and inn. He heard so many stories about adventurers that had to sleep outside in the middle of endless forests, or wizards that had to stay up in their towers even though raging storms were filling them with rain or snow. He smiles at himself, thinking about his dull but safe life. "The eleventh century is not barbaric like the past!" he thinks to himself. But as a kid he had dreamed about these famous adventures and wanted, like everybody else, to wander deep into caverns and dungeons. Back then he could see himself waving a short sword in a hand and a burning torch in the other, running fearlessly into the darkness of the night towards the evil creatures that lie therein. He wanted to rid his village of the so-called demons that came nearly every week to raid the food shops. But as of today, these stories about demons was the subject everyone was talking about. Why? Because they didn't appear in the last three weeks. Nobody even complained about any damages because there wasn't any. His father, like a lot of people in the village, think that they've been delivered by a courageous group of wanderers that, when informed of their situation, went to the forest and killed all the demons. Maybe. But there are others stories about the whys of their new behaviors. But before even beginning to think about the witch's story, Ogden jumps back from the little hole when he sees a man appearing on the other side of the door. But, after a few seconds, he realizes that he didn't appear, he just turned the corner of his house and walked to the door. He's drenched and looking at Ogden, asking him to open the door to let him in. Shaking-off the fear to regain control of himself, Ogden walks back to the door and slides the large wooden peg that locked it in place. When the man enters, Ogden is once again surprised. He notices that the man is much taller than he had thought; he must've been crouched down a little when he looked through the hole. Now, standing tall in the hall, he must be at least six feet and four inches. And he's not the tall and slim kind of guy. He looks like all his body is made of muscles; huge shoulders and chest, with powerful arms and legs that complete this sculpture of a man. Ogden is still in shock before this mastodon when the man speaks out loud to someone outside. Intrigued, our innkeeper looks outside too, only to see one of the most beautiful woman pass through the door. Even though she appears to be as much a warrior as the man, she looks at Ogden with a smile that calms him a lot. Now all his ideas about robbers were gone. If he was impress by the massive man, Ogden is now more than amazed by the woman standing before him now. Her long red hair waves softly down to her lower back, with the most part of them trapped in a tress. But around her face, some rebel locks emerge to add to her charms. While the man has a claymore strapped on his back, she carries a long bow across her chest. And what a chest. He only looks directly at it for about a second, too afraid of being caught, but he's simply stunned by the sheer beauty that reigns there. Her leather-clad breasts are outlined even more by the tight bow string that passes between them. The water-dripping leather armor is sticking to her body like a second skin and Ogden can even see her cold nipples poking against the clothes. Her leather vest doesn't even cover her belly, only her breasts. Ogden guesses that it was magical because in combat, dressed like this, she would have been defenseless. And everybody knows that no one should underestimate magical stuff. Her body was thigh and the probable years of training shows clearly on her nude skin. A lot lower than her navel hangs a thong-like leather piece that barely hides her crotch. When she moves to close the door behind her, Ogden sees another piece of clothing covering her bush. But behind, it simply passes between her buttocks, to reveal one of the most beautiful thing Ogden ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her ass is simply perfect, and it too looked like it's magical! Round, firm, with a little line that separates it from her long thighs, and yet through the strength it seems like the smoothest thing that exists. When she bends forward to see if someone followed them (that's what she says to the man) Ogden feels like he will loose consciousness: putting her hands on her knees and keeping her legs perfectly straight, she looks like a warrior nymph out of his dreams. And God knows that he has a lot of dreams! Placed like this, she gives Ogden a chance to marvel at her long legs. They look strong but without bulging muscles. Simply long, lean and firm. Beautiful. Ogden lets out, very faintly, a small moan that sounds pretty much like "Oh my God!", and feel his knees becoming soft when she turns a bit before arching her back even more. Suddenly, the man who's still just beside Ogden sees him loose his balance and grabs him by the shoulders, with a laugh that surprises Ogden. He looks like the serious and silent type, too worried about his quests to ever laugh. But when he lifts Ogden up to put him back on his feet, the giant looks at the women and, laughing, says to her; "Alicia, I think you're too much for him to bare." When she turns around, with a new smile on her lovely face, she realizes that the position she was in could indeed have some effects on the young man. Laughing, she tells to the man; "You're probably right Silver, I should apologize!" After walking to Ogden, she takes him by the shoulders and pulls him to her. She's taller than he was, and she pressed his face just under her neck, feeling his chin softly resting on the beginning of the swelling of her breasts. Keeping him there a few seconds, she tells him that she's sorry if she made him feel uncomfortable. But even if she looks in control of her little game, she's surprised to feel both his hands lowering on her ass and squeezing her buttocks slowly but strongly. Pushing him gently backward, she tells him; "Woo there, don't go too fast. Maybe time will let you win the right to touch me, but not now. " Then, getting closer to him once more, she puts her mouth near his ear and; "Sometimes at night, I sleepwalk around. But since I always sleep naked... Well, if you see me, just know that I'm always horny when I wake up..." Now Ogden's really shaking nervously. He shows them the way to their room and takes the few gold pieces he asks of all his customers. But for them, and the exchange he had with Alicia, he could have let them stay the nigh free. When he closes their door, he walks back downstairs looking at his hands and remembering the magical feeling that he had when he foolishly grabbed her ass. They both could've killed him in a second, but he didn't care at the moment. When he felt her breasts against his chin and neck, he simply obeyed his instincts and grabbed her ass! All he knows now is that he'll have troubled night and he wonders if he'll be able to sleep! In their room, the strange couple begins to take off their clothes, still laughing at Ogden. They left their boots downstairs near the door and they both like the feeling of the dry wood on their bare feet. After a few comments about Ogden, she turns her back to Silver and asks him if he wants to untie the knot to her leather vest. When he slowly loosen the strings, she feels like her breasts are taking a deep breath. From the gracious figure they had when Ogden looked at them, they become even fuller; the tight leather frees them at last. When the light armor falls down to the floor, she cups her breasts in her hands and massages them gently to rub off the strain. "This feels so good!" During her adventures, she needs them to be firmly braced; she doesn't want them in the way... But for this peaceful night at the inn, she can let them breed freely. Sliding his hands around her waist, Silver moves them up until they reach Alicia's. "Here, let me do that..." With a smile she takes her hands off and let him do the dirty work! When he pulls her back against his chest, she can feel his strength around her delicate breasts and the feeling is simply delicious. He had the chance of caressing her hundreds of times, but each one of them is like a new world discovered. Even though her skin is still cold from the rain, he can feel the incredible heat that awaits him just a little deeper under the goose bumped skin. While he revels on her breasts, she moves her hands behind her back to the knot that ties her thong. After undoing the thin leather strap that follows the sensual curve of her crotch, she unties the two strings that circles around her waist. During those few seconds, Silver had the time to light up a flame inside Alicia's pussy and she doesn't loose a second before letting her hands slide down her belly to then grasp the red curve between her thighs. Spreading her lips with one hand, she lets the other explore a little deeper. With a finger, she rubs her sex hole without entering; pressing against her warm flesh, she just teases herself. With that same finger she brushes her clit slowly; transforming Silver's flame into a raging fire. When his hands forget her breasts and slide down to replace her fingers, she places her own hands behind her once more. Fumbling only a few seconds, she unhooks Silver's belt and begins to push it down. She must bend to push it further down and as she does, she feels his dick bouncing up against her lips, now free of his restraints. The weight of Silver's meat always surprises her. When she first saw his nine inches erection, three years ago, she thought she could not ever take that much inside her. But as time passed by, she learned to loosen up to let him in. Now it's not even a problem and they both know it, being able to take the full advantages of a nine-incher. After walking out of his armored gear, Silver turns Alicia around and lifts her in his arms. When he feels the underside of his dick rubbing against his lover's wet slit, even his muscled legs seem now weaker. Staying like this for a few minutes, he lingers in the feelings of the burning women in his arms. He never knew, and still does not know, if she's a "nympho". She never answered the question. Either she's too shy to admit her condition or she wants him to feel completely free to take her whenever he wants. Anyway, he loves her for that and for many other things. Lowering her on the bed, he kneels down between her wide opened legs and bend down to kiss her nipples. Grabbing his head in a firm lock, she continues to rub her wet lips against her lover's long cock. After a long moan, Silver can't wait any longer and he wants to be inside her. Moving back a little to be able to press the head of his cock against her pussy, he grabs it firmly and caresses her with it. Moving it up and down between the many folds of her red lips, he knows this sends her to incredible sexual heights. When she starts moaning, Alicia puts her hands on Silver's cock and pushes off his. Pulling him inside slowly, her moans become cries of lust. When she feels her hole clasping on the other side of his head, she squeezes the muscles in her pussy around it. Now it's Silver's turn to moan. Moving the head of Silver's cock around in her pussy, massaging her clit from inside, she senses the sexual pulsations devastating every last ounce of apprehension inside her. Every time she's about to have serious sex, she fears that her desire will take over and transform her into a pure sexual being. She knows that it happened before and she's unsure she wants it again. She can become literally dangerous when the balance in her spirit shifts but with Silver near her, she feels safer. When she has simple, carnal and fun sex with strangers or women, it can't happen. But when she's with Silver, the man she loves, the tension increases too much. but he can physically restrain her during her rages and that's why now, like every other time with him, feel's a bit safer. He knows how to start her off with a perfect timing, quick enough to give her what she needs next, relieve at the same time her unbridled spirit and bringing her back to normal. When she feels him pushing a bit , she frees his cock, closes her eyes and smiles, expecting what's to come. In a long, single and smooth motion, he slides inside her, feeling her muscles stretching to let the last few inches of him inside her. Instead of pulling back, he keeps still and waits for Alicia's reaction. When she stops twisting around on the bed from the only sensation of the first penetration, she stops and looks at him, knowing full well what this immobility means. "Oh yes Silver, I want to feel you there, now." With that, he pulls all the way back and plunges inside once more, pulling a long moan out of Alicia's mouth through her blood red lips. After getting out, he grabs his cock and is pleased with the result; it's completely covered with her juices, a few drops even fall on the floor. Lowering his head a little, he places himself against Alicia's other hole. With that, she moves her legs up to rest her ankles on his shoulders. After tilting her ass up a bit, Alicia gives Silver the angle he needed. Pushing slowly, he feels Alicia's hole taking him easily and he pushes further inside. About half-way in, he hears Alicia take in a sharp breath, telling him that he's not wet enough to go further. Silver pulls out and plunges once more into her warm and wet pussy. Instead of pulling out like she expects him to do, he starts to fuck her madly. In a surprised shock, she says to him, between her moans; "Do you want to kill me with pleasure? Aaaaahhhhh...my god don't stop!" Putting all his strength to the rhythm, Silver gives his lover the energy she needed to ignite and burn wildly. She doesn't even bother to try to shush her moans, she simply lets it all out. Like a fireball of emotions, Alicia's orgasm blows her to pieces with a single blow. Glued to her breasts, Silver's eyes see them finally calm down as her breathing barely moderate it's mad race. Just then, he quickly pulls out of Alicia's pussy. She throws her hands to him, trying to grab his cock uncontrollably, just like if she was waking from a nightmare, crying and panting hard. Instead of giving himself to her, he lowers the head of his cock once more and pushes in. This time there's no stopping him. When she feels him going inside her once more, she throws herself back on the bed, putting her arms over her head, stretching them frantically while moaning crazily. As for him, he must close his eyes as the sensation of his cock penetrating Alicia's dark hole is too much for him. Tight, harsher than her luscious pussy, yet so erotic and powerful. He feels her body resisting him, expanding painfully, a pain he knows adds up to Alicia's pleasure. When her muscles gave way to the last inch of Silver's cock, they clamp hard on him. As he feels his balls on her ass and her buttocks softly pressing against his own skin, he can't hold his moans any longer. Low guttural sounds invade the rooms with proof after proof of the incredible pleasure explosion. When Alicia feels his entire length inside her, and hears his moans, she simply fades out. Loosing all her senses except the feeling of touch, she knows she's going to loose herself in the infinite pool of carnal pleasures. Silver sees the change in Alicia as her legs fall down, hanging limply each sides of his waist. Her arms follow the same path, falling like dead beside her. He knows he must not stop, and anyway he knows he can't. Throughout her body, Alicia knows that orgasms flare up like volcano, wave after wave of powerful and hot lava filling every curve of her sumptuous body. Suddenly, her eyes open wide and start to glow red. Looking directly at the ceiling, they fill the room with a red light and everything turns red. Then, opening her mouth as wide as she can, she starts to move and turn around on the bed. No sounds come out of her mouth, but he knows it's coming. When he feels her pussy literally grasping and pulling his cock deeper inside her, he can't hold himself any longer. Boiling from inside him, he feels that he's going to explode any second. Her legs come back to life and wrap around his back, pulling him to her. Her arms join her legs around his back and she uses all her strength to pull him in deeper. She's still open-mouthed like if she wanted to cry out with no sound wanting to come out. Silver pulls out a bit from her embrace and places his lips against hers, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. As soon as she feels his tongue on hers, she comes back to life fully and kisses him back like a demon. Even with his eyes closed, Silver sees the red glow from hers still shining brightly. Suddenly, her moans emerge from silence and he hushes them with the kiss. Right then, he feels his whole body tensing and releases his cum inside her sweat-drenched body. When she feels his explosion, she lets her arms and legs fall back down. Propping himself up on his arm, he drives into her like a wild animal. Now looking directly at her, he can see inside her eyes what look like burning rubies and two blood tears slowly running down her cheeks. His orgasm is quite shorter than hers, and it finally come to an end, as always, much too soon for her. But the blood tears are the signs that tell him that she's returning to a normal state. Her spirit is satisfied and can rest for a while now. She wakes up as herself and pulls him close to him, savoring the feeling of her breasts against his chest. Before giving it time to dry up, Silver gently licks the blood on Alicia's face, tasting his lover's salty flavors. When Silver pulls out, his cock shrinking back to a soft few inches, she feels her juices still spilling out of her pussy, with it still pulsating from the fierce orgasms she had. Sliding slowly under the bed-sheets, they let their bodies relax and let sleep take control over them. About fifteen minutes after Alicia blew the candle, Silver turns around and moves closer to Alicia. They're both on their sides in the spoon position. Slowly he slips his long cock inside her and finally kisses her goodnight. At 6 o'clock, Ogden his up and awake, even though he did not get a good night sleep. He kept waking up thinking about Alicia and what she said to him. After a few minutes listening for signs of her possible sleepwalking, he was so hard thinking about it that he had to masturbate. Which he did 4 or 5 times tonight. Anyway, he's now quite relaxed and is waiting for the first guest to wake up. He knows that the stairway makes a lot of creaky noises and with this in mind, he sits down in his chair and closes his eyes. Dreaming about Alicia once again, he feels his cock coming back to life yet another time. Slowly he rubs himself through his pants, thinking about her long legs and the delicious buttocks he had the chance of grabbing. Suddenly, out of silence emerges a soft woman's voice, just in front of him. "Having nice dreams, young man?" He opens his eyes and jumps out of his chair, only to see the strange women who arrived yesterday, just after supper. A little shy, he can't speak a sound for a few seconds. But she can; "Don't worry, I too saw Alicia yesterday, and I can understand quite easily your problem!" "Yes, well, anyway, I... What can I do for you?" Diablo He tries to regain his composure, but doesn't realize that all she wants is breakfast. "Oh! Of course, what was I thinking. Come right this way please." "Yes, what were you thinking about?" He gives her an uncomfortable smile and she looks at him with a warm expression. He feels a little better since she doesn't really care about his public exposition a few minutes earlier, but he's still pretty nervous. He offers her the big chair around the oak table and goes in the kitchen. Through the serving hole in the wall, he looks at her. She's still wearing the same clothes as yesterday; a long black robe with a longer cloak over it. Her long black hair runs down to her thighs, in a perfectly straight fashion. To complete the image, she has black-colored eyes, so black that you can't even discern a pupil. With a pale skin, she looks like a vampire, but everybody knows that vampires don't exist... Just as Ogden was bringing her back what she wanted, Alicia and Silver walk noisily downstairs. Thinking to himself, Ogden is quite pleased to finally hear the familiar creaks in the stairs. They both join the strange women around the table and, after ordering to the shy innkeeper, they begin talking with the dark women. Her name is Juliana, and she too is a wanderer. She comes from the northern planes and seeks the wisdom and riches that are supposed to dwell around her, in the western valleys. After asking them where they come from, Juliana is surprised to know that they come from the Far East. What could really interest eastern explorers to these valleys? Asia is not supposed to be The place were all the riches in the world are? She herself would be there if it were not that far away. Anyway, after for nearly a half-hour, Silver learns that Juliana has special talents concerning medicine. He speaks to her about his aching shoulder that bothers him since a couple of years. Immediately she gets up and asks him to take his shirt off. Revealing a powerful chest, he pulls it off and throws it down, letting Juliana have her way. Moving behind him, she places her hands on his shoulders, massaging every inch of muscle she can find. Moving her hands down to his chest muscles, she caresses him slowly, giving him goose bumps all over his arms. He does feel the special healing effects, but is more concerned about her subtly sensual touches than anything else. "That feels good, go on" he says. Alicia sees the effect she has on him and smiles. Placing her bare foot between her lover's thigh, she slides it up to his crotch and feels his excitement growing rapidly. He looks at her and knows full well that she doesn't care at all. If she were the one receiving the massage, she would feel the same way, perhaps even stronger. Since they don't seem to want to stop, Alicia asks Ogden if she can take a bath. Nervously he tells her that he has a bath in a small room in the back. Letting Silver and Juliana alone, Ogden guides Alicia to the room and shows her the well, and the bucket beside it. "Fill the bath half way, and I'll bring some boiling water I had prepared just for this. After a few minutes, the bath is half full. While waiting, she looks at the strange sculpture near the bath. It's a human sized black gargoyle, and it's incredibly well crafted. The only thing special about it is, well, it's cock. It's standing erect with it's 10 or 11 inches of straight and polished marble. He arrives, carrying two large bucketful of boiling water and a towel around his neck. After pouring them in the bath, he touches the water, pleased with the temperature. He throws the towel on the gargoyle's cock but looks a bit shy about it; "It's a gift I received a few years ago. I'm not sure it was designed to hang towels, but it sure works. If you don't like it, I can take it away. " "No don't worry for me, it's quite OK." Then Alicia asks him, though already knowing the answer; "Do you have bath maidens?" "No, no I don't I'm sorry." "Perhaps my sister could come and..." "No, that's not necessary. Would you like to help me?" He can't even answer her question. She smiles and turns around, asking him to unlace her loosely worn leather vest. She feels his fingers fumbling nervously on her back. Luckily for him, since he's been working with boiling water, his fingers are warm. He finally unties the vest and feel it hanging wobbly on her delicious shoulders. "Are you going to leave it there?" "no, no, of course not..." Slowly, he slides his fingers under the leather and takes it off, careful not to look at her breasts, something Alicia notices. Keeping her back to him she asks; "Why are you this shy?" "Well, to say the truth, it's your boyfriend that worries me the most. I know that if I do something you don't want me to, you'll stop me, but if I do something HE doesn't want me to, I'm in trouble." Slowly turning around, Alicia reveals her beauty to his amazed eyes. Without any shame at all, he stares directly at her breasts, ignoring her face or anything else in the world for that matter. Gently, in a whisper; "So, what are you waiting for, don't you want to taste me?" He slowly walks to her and presses his face between her breasts. Kissing he gently, he feels Alicia's hands pushing her breasts together on his cheeks. After a quick moan, he turns his head and kisses his way on a breast and reaches the nipple. Replacing Alicia's hands with his own, he massages her while licking and lightly biting her left nipple. Alicia smiles to herself when he starts to bite her and puts her hands on his head to guide him. During that time, Silver and Juliana did not loose any time. Silver is lying on his back on the table, and Juliana is continuing her sensual healing techniques. She's beside him, standing on his right side, with her long cloak lying on the floor. Under that cloak she has a long black tunic which now reveal a rather transparent nature. Already, her fingers slid under his pants a few times and touched his pubic hair. While keeping her left hand on his chest, she guides her fingers under his pants once again, this time to touch Silver's growing erection, which she grabs with her fist. He unties his loose belt and slides down his pants at the same time, while keeping his eyes on Juliana's breasts, which vaguely show through her robe. Alicia's breasts are perfect and quite imposing, but he must admit that Juliana's are simply huge. When she lifts his cock right up in the air and starts to move her hand up and down, Silver sees her breasts following the same erotic movements. Wobbling up and down, they simply hypnotize the man lying helplessly on the table. With her left hand, in a swift motion, she slips the large neck opening of her tunic around her shoulder and let it fall all the way down. Revealing at last her nude breasts to our captivated warrior, she lets him gaze at her black bikini panties. Going high up on her hips before going back down between her buttocks, they barely cover the dark patch of hair that lie underneath. Hanging by themselves on her thighs, two black stockings covers her lean legs. Like countless times before, a man sees how regular hips turn into delicious sexual curves. Limited by the diving cut of her panties and the round line of her stockings, Juliana's hips are to die for. After walking out of her fallen robe, she slowly climbs up on the huge oak table and sits over his cock. Rubbing it with her hands while pressing it against her belly, she invites his hands to her breasts. For the first time in his life, he has found breasts that overflow his huge hands. Unable to grasp them all in his wide opened fingers, he plays with them like a child. While he fondles them delicately, careful not to hurt her, she puts her hands on his and squeeze her own breasts hard. Stimulated by this, he unconsciously moves his hips upward. Reacting to his impulse, she tells him; "Oh, hungry aren't we?..." Meanwhile in the bathroom, Ogden has his mouthful of Alicia's beasts. Unable to calm down he madly tries to put a whole breast inside his mouth. But try as he might, even if Alicia's breasts are not as huge as Juliana's, they stand out and up quite proudly. After untying the knot just under the small of her back, Alicia invites Ogden's hands down back to where they were yesterday night. This time, free of any restrictions, after a quick squeeze, he slides one of his hands lower and between her buttocks. Lightly brushing the first hole he touches, he goes on lower and wraps his hand around the hot curve. Feeling the tip of a finger gently entering her sex, she grasps for air and, after claming down, she tells him; "Not shy anymore? I see. Well, since you're ready, let me handle it from here. " With that, she pushes him away from her breasts hand pussy. Standing tall and naked before him, she waits a few seconds before coming back. She unbuttons his pants and, before pushing it down, she grabs his trunks. His cock springs out, wanting attention. But she stays still, waiting for him to take them off. As he bends down, she gets yet closer to him and, when he's finished, pulls his head to her hairy red bush. After feeling his nose bumping against her mound, he kneels and lets his tongue taste this delicious stranger' pussy. Moaning all the time, he licks up and down her slit, swallowing every drop of juice he can find. But, only a few minutes later, she pulls back and turns around, kneeling near the bath. Bending forward, she puts her elbows on the edge of the bath while slightly opening her legs. Without a sound, he moves to her and brushes his cock against her cunt. After finding his way through the many folds, he pushes inside the burning hole. Surprised by the wetness he finds and the loose hole she has, he thinks back at the first, and only, time had sex. It was with her 18 year old cousin. She has long golden locks that cover her entire back, and the body of a princess. They were in his father's stable, lying over a pile of straw. Each of them took the other's virginity and he remembers the tightness and dryness he had found in her sister's pussy. Anyway, he was now with a woman. And what a women! Even when he was pushing hard against her ass, he could not feel anything blocking his 6 inches long cock. Little did he know about Silver's monster! With both his hands around her hips, he kept on pumping, knowing that he won't be able to hold back much longer. The way she moves her hips, clamps her vaginal muscles around his cock and the gentle moans she lets out; he's going to explode pretty soon. Looking sideways, she sees the gargoyle just beside her, and it's long cock pointing towards her. Moving a bit, she gets closer and admires the incredible handy work that went in the carving of the cock. A sharp and long head, with veins covering the whole length. Gently, she takes the head in her mouth and starts to suck it in, like if it was Silver's. When Ogden sees her doing so, he slows down, and to aroused to say anything else, he simply says; "Oh my God, oh my God!" Just by the tone in his voice, she understands what he means. Moving forward quite rapidly, she gets out of his range and his cock slips out of her. Quickly turning around, she bends down and takes his whole cock in her mouth at once. When Ogden feels his head slightly touching her throat, he nearly passes out. His cousin strictly refused to taste his cock, but Alicia is doing it out of pure desire, and doing it quite marvelously. Eyes closed, Ogden doesn't see the other reason why Alicia turned around; with her ass as high as she can push it, she feels the cool granite cock against her thigh. After a second the round and smooth tip slips opens her dripping lips and Alicia moans into Ogden's cock. Uncoiling her body, she lets the long cock enter her; elated by the smooth texture and the clever veins, she begins to pump 7 or 8 inches of that cock in and out of her body. Through the wild and original sensations that threaten to overwhelm her pussy, she manages to concentrate on Ogden's cock just enough to keep him from cumming too soon. But now, even though her entire body is shivering with pleasure, 8 inches is not enough anymore. Placing one hand on Ogden's ass, she slowly pulls him towards her on his knees; he doesn't even look at her and simply obeys... Now able to slide back farther, she engulfs the imperturbable cock deeper and deeper until she opens her eyes in surprise; just as her buttocks were grazing the surface of the gargoyle's body, she feels the tip of it's cock hitting the bottom of her pussy. No man has ever found that place before. More determined than before, she spreads her knees and pushes back against the gargoyle, ignoring the pain. Soon her ass is molding itself against the cool rock with each stroke, each strokes which bring her closer and closer to an unbelievable climax. It only takes a few more seconds before Ogden explodes into Alicia's mouth and hears her swallowing it all. Lost in his orgasm, he lets himself fall down on the ground, shaking like a possessed man. After wiping his cum from her lips, she smiles at him and slips off from the long cock, satisfied with an uncommon climax. Slipping in the tub, she waits for Ogden to wake up from ecstasy. When he finally gets up, she asks him for another bucket of hot water, as casually as if nothing happened. He leaves the room, while buckling his belt, and gets back a few minutes later with another bucket. After pouring it in, he looks at her and waits. When she understands why he's waiting, she turns towards him and asks; "Would you care to wash me?" He doesn't even answer. He simply runs out, then back in with a soap. Kneeling behind her, he cups her breasts in his small hands and starts rubbing them madly. He nearly faints again when she tells him that she wants a really long wash... Juliana's getting quite aroused by Silver's hands and is now moving her crotch on his cock. Putting one hand on his chest, she lifts her hips up about 9 inches and with the other hand, she pushes her panties aside. After revealing her pussy for him, she guides the head of his cock to her slit and covers it with her juices. After a few quick but effective brushes on her clit, she puts his cock against her hole and slowly lets her body go down. After feeling the head slipping in, she cries out a hard moan and wonders how she'll ever get it all inside her. It's not only the length, but also the thickness, the incredible width of that man's cock! With both her hands now on his chest and her eyes closed, she takes a pause. When Silver notices that pause, he smiles and puts his hands on her hips. As he starts to push down, she opens her eyes wide in surprise and fear but she can't do anything against those arms. When he pushes her down all the way, she cries out, but this time it's because of the intense pain she feels. When he lets her hips go, she moves back up, letting her pussy lips coming out of her hole. Silver clearly see that she still has not opened completely to him and this time, while he pushes her down to him, he raises his own hips and drives his cock inside her. Clenching her fists on his chest, she cries once more and this time, pain curses through her whole body. He's way too deep for her, but yet he's already there. She felt her muscles stretching beyond their limits and then the sharp pain from their tearing. Silver's shocked to see blood leaking out from her pussy but he's too far gone into sexual feelings to stop. Suddenly, the shrieking Juliana stops shouting and calms down. Her only movements come from the fucking motions of Silver's hips under her. After placing her hands on her knees, she slides them slowly to her hips, brushes her fingertips on her clit and goes on higher. She cups her breasts briefly and continues on to her face, and then her hair. She then starts to laugh and two long and black wings spring out of her back. Shaped like long bat wings, they spread as wide as four meters. Her nails then turn into claws and she plunges them into his chest. Since they're too short to hurt him, he does not stop to fuck her, he simply ignores the pain. Her hips now follow Silver's rhythm and their wild fucking become even hotter. Her voice is now higher and her moan fills the room like a banshee. Her burning body triggers his orgasm and when she feels him bucking under her, she slices open his chest with four short cuts, which only lets out a few drops of blood. She then bends down and starts to suck his blood with her fangs closed tight in his skin, while raising and lowering her pussy around his long cock. When he finally shoots his load right into her evil body, he lets out a long moan, entwined with a cry of pain from her blood sucking fangs. Pushing down as hard as she can on his cock, she moves back up and puts her hands behind her and then on his legs. While lost in sexual rapture, he still manages to see her devil smile and blood covered lips and neck, but can't do a thing about them. After shouting to him; "You're going to die, pitiful mortal!", she moves back towards him and this time, her fangs aim for his neck. Without any obvious reason, Silver sees the demonness being hurled over his head. Turning his head back, he sees a second arrow piercing her skin in mid-flight and a third, that finally pins her hanging on the wall. Turning around to see what happened, he sees Alicia, completely nude and dripping with water, holding her long bow. Satisfied with her work, she comes to him, seeing the blood all over his body. "Are you alright? I heard you crying out from the other room and came running." "I think I'll be fine. But she was not that lucky. You didn't hold back, 3 arrows!" "Well, I didn't want to take any chances." After a few minutes of cleaning him up, she moves to the demonnesse's body, still hanging on the wall, dripping a growing pool of blood under her. Looking back to Silver; "Too bad she was evil, she's quite beautiful, and really sexy I must add." "I can't argue with that." "But why didn't you push her off when you saw who she really was?" "I was lost in lust. And anyway, could you have pushed off a body like that?" "...no, you're right, I don't think I could have." Alicia then turns back to the demonness and traces a line on its body with her finger. Cupping one of her breasts, she then moves down to her pussy. After pulling down her panties, she slips her finger in her still burning slit. Tasting the juices on her finger, she smiles wickedly and looks at Silver, saying; "No, you're right, I couldn't have pushed her off either!" After helping Ogden to clean up, and offering him a generous sum of gold pieces, Alicia and Silver leave his inn. Facing the rain, they go back to the forest, finding the path they left yesterday and engulf themselves in the dark recesses of the haunted forest once again... -If you have the time, I'd like some comments. Thanks- Diabolical WARNING: will contain MENTIONS of psychological/physical torture, but nothing intense or gory at all. Summary: An espionage universe where the bad spy gets caught by the good spy; Clyde endures punishment during his imprisonment, slowly losing his mind to his interrogator, Vanta. ***** There's a thick darkness that coils his mind, obscuring his senses and making it difficult to distinguish his surroundings. Clyde initially remarks on the thrumming pain coursing in simmering waves throughout his body; he aches everywhere, from the splintering headache (or is it an injury?) to the sensation similar of searing his bones down to the marrow. A low moan of pain builds in his parched throat, making way across his tongue, which he can taste blood upon, and trickles past his equally dry, cracked, bloody lips. After realizing he has been beaten mercilessly some time ago, Clyde attempts movement. However, a simple tug of his arms proves unsuccessful— he's bound securely, and to his absolute dread he knows the chance of escape is little to none. His body feels bare of his hidden gadgets, but oddly enough, his bones are so heavy he sags against the binds holding his arms high above his head, causing them to bite into his wrists. His arms have lost their nerves long ago, serving as nothing but useless, numb limbs. Clyde's inky brown hair is tousled, greasy, and hangs as an unruly curtain over his stormy gray eyes. He realizes that he's surrounded by an eerie darkness, a cold, dry darkness that allows not a single source of light. Assuming he's located underground he tries remembering how he has ended up in this situation. It hurts terribly to think, but the faster he figures out his position the faster he may be able to find a way out, if that is possible. The beaten man isn't given a chance, for a door in the pitch darkness suddenly opens, startling him. There are silhouettes of a woman and two muscular men flanking her through the blinding light. 'Ah,' Clyde nearly chuckles in self-pity, bitterly so, but manages to keep his lips sealed, 'now I remember.' Bits and pieces of the last few days probe his mind and he remembers clearly why he's bound and injured horribly. He's been exposed of, taken, and beaten; he's been caught red-handed, and no excuse will get him out. He's drawn back to his surroundings as the silhouettes move forward, mockingly so. Memories of the beatings— no, it isn't beatings, it's torture, memories of the torture inflicted on him makes Clyde smirk at their fail at breaking him. Somehow he knows the bitch is scowling at his reaction. He watches her shadowed arm extend out, snap her fingers sharply, and the cell he's imprisoned in is illuminated brightly, too brightly. His thoughts are proven correct at the charming frown pulling her slightly tinted salmon pink lips that are luscious. Clyde realizes it's chains that are binding him, holding him up in the middle of the room, and he's kneeling, unable to move more than a foot forward. "Having fun?" he is still smirking, and that deepens her scowl. Her voice is mellow, saccharine, yet lilts deadly; it reminds him of the soprano singers his grandfather listened to on an ancient radio. Despite its sweet coating there's always a bite to the words spilling from those tempting lips. Clyde will admit that she's an exquisite goddess, even if she is his opponent. She takes a taunting step forward, and he finally takes in the garments she's donning, which doesn't help his situation. Sheer black leather is tautly drawn over her body in a provocative jumpsuit; it clings to her like a second skin with sleeves that stop at the elbows, the bottom as spandex shorts, and a golden zipper running down the length of her body (which is pulled down just above her naval). He can see a black mesh underneath that reveals the absence of a bra, black thigh-high tights held up with a garter-belt, and a pair of black leather boots stopping above her knees along with matching leather gloves. She is a stark contrast against the too white room; she's a mark against the stinging white walls and floors. Everything of this uniform accentuates her mouth-watering physique— perfectly rounded, generous breasts that seem about to spill from its hold, deep curves, flaring hips, toned legs, rich, waist-length brown locks pulled in a single, curled tail, and vibrant green eyes that seem to glow within darkness. Of course someone with such beauty has to be the enemy; it's nearly comical on how much this resembles a cliché spy film— the attractive hero-spy falling for the attractive enemy-spy, in this case, it's reversed. However this is no laughing matter, as much as he wants to laugh it off like a dream. When the woman crosses her arms, it brings his attention back to her figure, to which he is openly ogling at without shame. The click of her heeled boots has him tensing in anticipation for pain. "We're going to do something different today," she outstretches a gloved hand to one of the men and is handed a leather crop. Clyde's eyes widen. Previous days he has been merely beaten by the two men as the bitch interrogates him. He can't help the streak of fear rooting within him as the woman sharply slaps the end of the crop within her gloved palm. She is displeased, very. Unable to get answers out of him is proving difficult, and now it has come down to some...extremities. "You can keep this up, Mr. Stavings, or simply give in," she is cold, colder than Oymyakon, as she stares down at him with a face devoid of emotion, save the deadly glint within her jade eyes. The man doesn't need words to show his rebellion, his silence is enough to prove that he won't leak a single word. Her eyes narrow dangerously. "Have it your way, but I will break you," she takes a step forward, but is stopped when a voice echoes in the room seemingly from everywhere. "Agent Vanta," a warning, yet having a teasing lilt much like the woman's, and an English accent, but male, comes through a public announcer built in the ceiling, "need I remind you that we need him—" "Alive," the woman, or Vanta as she is now named and known to Clyde, finishes, "I know that perfectly well, but who says I can't have...fun?" 'And you're supposed to be the fucking good guys, yet here you are torturing an enemy spy, like you're the evil bastards,' Clyde nearly rolls his eyes. "Let's try this again," and the questioning begins. The crop is placed underneath his chin and Vanta lifts his chin up, a delicate hand on her hip, "Where is the location of Savage?" He spits at her beautiful, cold face, and the spittle lands just below her cheek bone. She doesn't even flinch, but the two men inch forward, yet she waves them away without looking and the men return to their spots by the door dutifully. The woman raises a leather gloved hand to slowly wipe her cheek clean, all the while staring into his gray eyes. Her face is empty, impassive, a blank canvas, but eerily so. Suddenly her hand flies out at his face and his head snaps sharply to the side. Clyde hisses at the stinging needles of pain sprouting on his entire side of his face. The leather glove does no justice to suppress the hit, it heightens it, unfortunately. Vanta harshly grips his chin, pressing the length of the crop to his throat until it is sure to leave an imprint. He swallows against the overwhelming pressure, staring into her icy eyes. "Where," her gloves creak as she digs her fingers into his face deeply to engrave trenches, "is Savage?" "Eat shit." She moves so quickly— the crop strikes out against his bare torso, and instantly, an angry red mark swells between his pectorals down to his sternum. He gives a startled yelp at the painful explosion against his skin. It's hard enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood...yet. "I can keep going," that she does. For the next two hours, the same question is repeated until it goes into one ear and out the other. Each time Clyde 'incorrectly answers' he's rewarded a painful strike. Sometime during the interrogation, Vanta orders the other men to strip him to nothing but his skin and haul him up; the chains pulling into the ceiling and bringing him to his feet, his toes brushing the floor. He's covered from neck down to his ankles with marks, each one throbbing hotly in torturous pain. Inky brown hair plasters to his pain-screwed face, sweat beading across nearly every inch of his body as he tries hard to keep conscious. This is usually how the interrogation ends, with Clyde blacking out from the pain, but each time he seems closer to succumbing to the comforting darkness of unconsciousness, he's sprayed with freezing, jetting water from a hose connecting to one of the corners of the room; somehow he's missed that fact. Now he's rigid, shuddering uncontrollably, and his subconscious is telling him to just give in. He can feel his mind slowly breaking, beginning from small fissures that will eventually implode the walls he's built. His head hangs as he catches his breath, while Vanta circles him predatorily so. She grabs a fistful of his hair (he's taller than her as he hangs, already being half a head taller than her when standing), yanks it back painfully, and presses the end of the crop to his throat. "Where's Savage?" her growl gives away that she's losing patience with his uncooperative manner, and he never feels more satisfied than now. "I thought you said you were going to break me, sweetheart," he chuckles breathily, knowing that's the final pluck to her strings before she explodes out on him. When she releases him, Clyde expects a blow to his face that will knock him out cold...but she retreats a few steps. He curiously peers at her through his dripping curtain of hair, watching as she cocks her hip to one side, a hand placed on that side, and her face pulled into pursed lips of irritation. "We have as much time as we need to break you," with that, Vanta spins on her heeled boot, hair lashing out, and walks away with her hips swinging. The two men follow after her, leaving him in total darkness. It's not until he can't hear their muffled footsteps when the words truly sink in; she isn't out to make him talk, she actually wants to break him. Suddenly all the pent up emotions surge through him and he lashes out uselessly, screaming out until his throat burns. . . . It's two weeks that he's left completely alone in this coiling darkness. He can't see anything (his eyes can't even adjust to this unnatural darkness), he can't hear a single sound besides the slight movements of his chains and himself, and this sensory deprivation is slowly driving him to insanity. He can't even have simple social contact, for they've injected an IV that gives him his daily nourishments to keep him alive, and he's naked for the whole time he's in that prison. Somehow he's managed to keep his toned body, even from the lack of real food. Finally, after two torturous weeks of solitary confinement, Vanta returns with the same two men dressed in equally white clothes. Clyde is first cleaned thoroughly from the wastes he's had to release, and then he's facing the stunning woman, who is in the same black outfit. This session is no different; this time the man manages to endure three and a half hours of the beatings. Sometimes she just circles him in utter silence, the heels of her boots echoing in the room. It slowly drives him to a certain degree of madness until he is torn between telling her to stop walking or nearly begging the woman to say something. Having the men watch on as he's brought down by a woman is humiliating enough, but now he doesn't care, he just needs someone to say something to him, before he might be the one to say something. And then they leave just like that. Clyde is furious with himself once more. Over the time span of three months, he continuously endures the torture of solitary confinement, sensory deprivation, and being restrained, which is slowly breaking him, just as Vanta wants it. He's so desperate for any kind of social contact that he looks forward to his interrogation sessions. He is able to survive six hours of Chinese water torture until he breaks into a panic attack of hyperventilation and hysterical weeping; having spectators just staring at him and questioning him on himself instead of Savage drives him into an indescribable terror and panic. The room has been both hot and cold enough to keep him up at night, but not kill him, they somehow discover his phobia of hospitals and purposely transform his prison to that of a hospital room, ultimately sending him into another panic attack, Vanta abuses him emotionally and when she is gone he had breaks to pathetic tears. At times he is forced into stressful positions for hours on end until he can't feel his body. Overall, the torture is undoing him, until he is just a shell of the once, prideful right-hand man of Savage. Today is different. As soon as the door opens and the light snaps on, Clyde is alerted. He doesn't flinch at the sudden brightness, nor when he sees familiar boots come to view. He is kneeling, arms and ankles chained. At any given moment he's about to give in and spill all information he's holding in his breaking mind that's a crumbling wall, and he won't be surprised. The riding crop also comes to view, and he unconsciously trembles at the sight of the leather. Just when he expects it to strike him on his naked body, he watches as it slowly nears him. He shudders when it presses lightly into his throat, almost teasingly so. Vanta slides the crop end down past his collar to his sternum, and swivels its path to his right pectoral. In a torturously slow manner, she circles the end around his nipple. Startled at the sudden sensation of pleasure contrasting all the pain he's endured, Clyde gasps, snapping his head to eye the woman. Her face is in its signature blank canvas, but her actions speak otherwise. She presses lightly into his nipple, earning a grunt, and gives his left nipple the same treatment. She knows how to play the game; he's so desperate for freedom from his imprisonment, from his loneliness, from everything, and now that she's conveniently before him, he has no choice but to depend on her. Soon, he'll be nothing without her. The crop continues its path down to his slightly rippled abs, caressing them, and she sees his hard erection standing on end. She has him where she wants him. A myriad of emotions crosses his face, ranging from confusion to anger to denial of pleasure. Vanta will make him beg, and so she teases the twitching head of his prick, rubbing back and forth on its weeping tip, up and down the throbbing shaft, weighing his sac teasingly. Within minutes Clyde is having extreme difficulty keeping his moans in. She suddenly pulls away and leaves, and the broken man nearly shouts for her to come back. He doesn't even have his usual anger tantrums at himself, he can no longer deny himself. Vanta doesn't return for three days. "Sit him down and secure him," her voice radiates raw power and commands the two men who bring in a white chair. Her voice makes him shudder in thrilling pleasure and he's instantly aroused, thick cock rising in proof. He sees a spark of approval sprint in her eyes in affecting him and a vine of self-satisfaction grows within him in pleasing her with his reaction, but he quickly chastises himself. The two men haul him, sit him down, and clasp his ankles to each leg, which is spread fairly wide. Clyde doesn't even fight, because it's useless. "Are you ready for today, Mr. Stavings?" He doesn't answer, but instead of being hit as he usually is, Vanta raises a boot-clad foot and places it before his standing erection, supporting the weight of her leg on the edge of the chair. "I said," her sweet voice pierces him, "are you ready," her boot grazes the underside flesh of his erection and he jolts in surprise, "Mr. Stavings?" Not knowing how to answer he merely nods, not trusting his voice. "Very good, Mr. Stavings," she places more pressure on his shaft and begins to stroke him. She questions, all answered with a false 'I don't know', or just silence as she continues to stroke him. The brunette woman keeps this up for half an hour, torturing him when he's severely close to exploding, but stopping completely, pulling away, and then returning to her ministrations when he calms down. He's close to begging her to let him come, but then one of the men hands her a whip, an actual whip made to lash at animals and slaves. "W-Wait—" however, no pain erupts, instead she expertly snaps the whip out and it wraps around his throbbing, hard cock, bringing a slight sting but no more. His words choke and clog in his throat as she pulls it up and it strokes him like a hand would. The tighter she pulls, the more closer he is to the edge, but she never lets him be complete. The pleasure is unbearable, blinding him and clouding his mind. The room is filled with his shameless moans and grunts, but Vanta isn't going to let him come. "Answer me and I'll let you," she's so persuasive he almost gives in, but keeps his lips sealed. Frowning, the woman releases him completely. "Wait, no, please don't go!" Clyde desperately begs, tears pouring, and face pulled in pleasurable pain. "Please, please, please." "You want to cum?" she takes a step forward and he has hope. When he nods eagerly, his chin thumps against his chest. He's so hopeful, like a child and Vanta nearly smiles. "Too bad," she leaves him again and he cries in anguish. This routinely sexual torture continues for three weeks; she comes in to tease him, bringing him to the teetering edge of an unimaginable ecstasy, but never finishing him off. Each time he begs pathetically until he has lost sense in whom he is. All he wants, all he needs is to have a release. They don't even need to tie him up anymore, he won't escape, and he willingly stays. The only time he's chained is during his interrogation, but even then he doesn't have the will to force himself on Vanta, because he enjoys being restrained; that thought hasn't crossed his mind. "From now on, you will call me Mistress Vanta," he doesn't need an explanation why, he blindly follows her order. "Do you understand, Clyde?" He eagerly nods, looking up at her from his kneeling position. "Yes, Mistress Vanta." She is still the cold beauty he has come to know over the past four and a half months. "Now, let's begin." It's a blur of teasing and denial of his pleasure as he begs, begs, begs her to let him come. She will run her hands through his hair roughly, coming up from behind him, and forcing him to make eye contact with the two nameless men as she pleasures him, push his face into the wall or floor, wrap her fingers around his throat, lash him with her crop repeatedly, and completely abuse him until he's a mess. The idea of a woman, of Vanta bringing him weak to the knees is thrilling; he's absolutely fascinated how effortlessly she can make him painfully hard and aroused as hell. Being bound and unable to resist her makes his blood rush to his head all the more. She's an addicting sin. "Will you answer today, Clyde?" he loves the way she sweetly says his name. He's instantly hard, moaning as she stands before him. "No, Mistress Vanta," he answers quietly, almost shyly. "Any why not, Clyde? Don't you want to cum? I'm sure you do; we've been at this for so long you must be willing to do anything to cum, right?" Vanta tilts her head and speaks with him like he's a child. Clyde shakes his head fearfully. "I can't, Mistress Vanta, I'll be killed." She growls "Not if I kill you first," and slaps him hard. He grunts, licking his lips at the sweet pain blooming in his cheek. Diabolical Rapture A/N: I love music and you'll find quite a few track names all through the text. Try them at a non-deafening volume, they aren't all the same genre (nor language) and hopefully they will help set the scene for the story. I feel happy spreading music's word while also spreading arousal. Let's see how my first story fares. * "How the fuck can you ever be in the mood if you're not on those days when your parents aren't home and you've got a decent-looking boyfriend?" Gabriel muttered under his breath while he drove back to his small home. The music couldn't be considered 'background' due to the high volume, the most angry tunes he had were playing. He had a bad case of blue balls; a case that somehow kept coming back even though he had a steady girlfriend and he did his utmost to please her in every psychological and sentimental way in hopes his more physical needs would be met. It seemed Alice put sex at the same priority as buying lighters. She didn't smoke. Still cursing under his breath, he turned left onto his street. The few cars he saw were all parked, no one was driving at this hour. Happy anniversary, Mr. Verdin, he bitterly thought. A slower rock song came up. Blood's 'Se Lever', if he wasn't mistaken. Not angry enough. Change song... nope. Next. Next. Next. Deathstars' 'New Dead Nation'. That's a bit better, now. He half-wished someone would crash into his car so he could have a way to vent all his anger on that someone and be perfectly justified for snapping. No such luck. Hell, when was the last time I got a half-assed handjob?! I honestly don't know who has a more active sex life, my grandmother with her new husband or me, and I'm not even 30. It felt as if a small weight was dangling from each of his balls. It was his punishment for assuming he'd get something after his girlfriend rubbed her hand all along the crotch of his jeans. He thought he had seen a mischievous glint on Alice's eyes as she did it, and when he kissed her, she made a small humming sound before kissing back. Then, just as his hands touched her breasts (which, by the way, felt even softer than before) she stopped him with her classical 'you only want me for sex' look. He knew the words before they were out of her sexy lips. "Does it always have to be like this? Can't you think about something else?" As if they got it on daily, or even weekly - monthly would be a better guess. Gabriel Verdin wanted to go back to the first writer that inspired all the other romance writers and UNDO him or her. He was just a guy and he tried to be romantic; he tried to be the kind of boyfriend that would make other girls eye Alice with envy. But, it seemed that he still needed to read her mind and perhaps be corny. That was just out of character for him, he probably was hardwired against the sappy stuff. They had discussed it before. If Gabriel wanted just sex, he would've gone for a girl that would've put out WAY before the two years she had made him wait. Or, he would've cheated on her. But he had been raised to do things all the way or not at all, and so he had never gone behind any of his girlfriends' backs, ever. It was not enough. He loved her and she knew it, he was a very horny man and she was fully aware of that, too. But she always decided when they would have sex and it was always done as a chore with an "Ok, I'm spreading my legs, make me come, come yourself and let's get this over with" spirit that didn't do justice to real sex. He had never been truly satisfied with her sexually and somehow, he was the one at fault... or she would go into the same old guilt game saying it was her fault but obviously blaming him subtly. How the hell had he gone through his anniversary like this? Of course, the day didn't matter, the fact that Alice's house was deserted and they didn't take advantage of it was what infuriated him. He had turned his room's sound system on and Kyo was singing 'Derniere Danse' as he stood under the shower's steady flow of lukewarm water. There was no way in hell he'd take a cold shower; that was would just be an added torture. He needed to find a way to make Alice tingle with desire when she looked at him, just the way it happened in those books when the protagonist glimpsed the main male character. He had to find a way to make her flustered and tense, unable to control her impulse to kiss him then let him take her right then and there. Fucking impossible! It was a simple, hard, sad fact. He hadn't even realized he was reaching orgasm with his hand moving up and down his member at a speed that would have been bruising if he had been a bit rougher. But there he was, zoned out and masturbating furiously, panting and grunting when his release came. He felt a bit better, just a bit. All dried up after his bath and a terribly unfulfilling self-given orgasm, he was clicking away at different web browser tabs: a random porn site, an erotic stories webpage, all while listening to some variation of metal he couldn't possibly classify like some of his friends seemed obsessed to do. And, then it hit him. After jacking off, he still needed sex. That was wrong. It was beyond wrong, his years were slowly passing by in this relationship that was almost perfect, except that the sex was nonexistent. In a way, they were being wasted away. So, thinking he needed to somehow see if he was the only one with this problem, he clicked on the erotic site's 'chat' link. Strangely enough, there was this heated argument between a few users about something totally unrelated to sex. It was about magic, invocations, and other things that could've been stamped as "new age shit" to others. Not to him. He had been a huge fan of occult topics all through high-school, university, and even a few years after. Not the "summon a demon to get your homework done" or "light a candle to make him fall in love with you" stuff, but a more serious take on the supernatural side of the world. He had bought books written by people who saw magic as a very serious force and he tried to be equally professional about it. From Weyer to Leon Denis, he had bought different volumes, some of them fairly pricey. As he read, he hummed along to 'Mermaid'. That girl that sang for Elysian Fields could make anything sound sexy. While he couldn't be considered an expert, he knew his way around this discussion. The last non-believer was backing away, obviously unconvinced but unwilling to go further on an internet argument. And so, the user SweetLucy went back to her explanation of how a certain ritual should be interpreted in a book he happened to have. SweetLucy: I'm telling you, the guy who did the translation was an idiot, "Les Clavicules de Salomon", he even got the title wrong... and most of the current editions are based on the French version. Like the description in page 106's pentacle. It could be argued that it needs to be done with a dove's quill and written with its blood, over a bull's skin parchment, yes... Gabe's curiosity was piqued. Some other users were not answering, seeming to be fascinated, reading but not wanting to mar the monologue with obnoxious comments. He went over to his bookshelves, picked up a fancy tome, one with a velvet cover and golden letters. He opened it to page 106 and there it was... the French version on one side and on the opposite page, a translation. He typed back. Gabe_n_receive: So? That's exactly what the text says, what is there left? SweetLucy: Welcome, G. Yes, but the next part is where it goes all wrong. It says you should bask it in the planetary's incense for the Balance sign. Gabe_n_receive: Well, mine is a bit less obscure, it says you should smoke it with Venus' incense during Venus' hour. SweetLucy: Then it's a different translation... from the same French source. The Balance's planet is Venus, indeed. But incense is all wrong. Venus is a planet regarded as one for love, sex, eroticism and instead of "incense", the word should've been "distilled essence". Basically, you should smear it with your essence. Gabe_n_receive: You mean I should come all over the thing? SweetLucy: Or place your wet fingers on it if you're a woman. Gabe_n_receive: Are you serious?! What gave you this idea? I'd type "lol" if I were the kind to do so. SweetLucy: I happen to have one of the few translations done from the original text, rather than the French translation. And I'd rather have a good orgasm than a good laugh over something. Gabriel squirmed a bit. And there he had thought his hormones had gone still. Well, he WAS typing away clad in nothing but a towel. Gabe_n_receive: You probably have a fake one, then. Wasn't it burned with a bunch of other books that were deemed heretical? SweetLucy: You seem to know your history. But there were always copies that survived. Gabe_n_receive: Ah, a working, original version that escaped the fires. Don't they all say so? What makes you think that it's the correct version and not a phony one? SweetLucy: I tried it - successfully. Gabe_n_receive: Oh. Wow. SweetLucy: "Wow" because you picture a goth chick fingering herself over a magic symbol or because I said I was successful? Gabe_n_receive: Well, thanks, now I am picturing it. Care to match it with a description? And, you're telling me it works? SweetLucy: The effects won't match the ones on your translation... And... let your imagination fly. The kind of goth even a proper Mr. Smith would bang silly, if you'd like. Gabe_n_receive: Count me as a skeptic. Not on the fingering part, mind you. But if you want to delve into the details, by all means... SweetLucy: Ah, a skeptic, mature version that escaped the believers. Don't they all say so? ;) Anyway, have to leave. If you try it, think of me. To say Gabriel was stirred would be a huge understatement. Between his curiosity and horniness (heavily nourished with a fresh goth chick image) he thought "why not?". He had a box full of materials used for magic rituals he had bought in his high school days when he believed in magic. He hadn't gotten rid of it and had even moved it with him. Before his interest became one of skepticism mingled with some other kind of thirst for knowledge that could be completely useless, still, quite alluring. Naio Ssaion's 'Bow link in E minor' was too distracting, so he lowered the volume and started his work. He chuckled. Lion's skin - that one had come at a high price plus a few motherly lectures against his 'satanic rituals'. Mole's skin... there it was. Bull's skin. He skimmed over the small flasks, selected dove blood and skin. When he opened the dove blood flask, Verdin almost vomited. Gee, who would've thought dove blood would spoil from years of room-temperature storage? He dipped the quill quickly and copied the sign, feeling somewhat like a fool while doing it. It was 10:40 pm. For a Tuesday, if he wasn't mistaken, Venus's hour was 23:00-00:00; he barely had time, had to be done with the drawing before 11pm so he could... finish the ritual. After he was satisfied with the copy of the symbol, he went ahead and undid his towel. He looked down at his own body. While not broad and muscular like underwear models, he could see a hint of his abdominal muscles, his pectorals were defined enough, his arms were slender but with enough muscle and a nice shape. His almost straight hair reached his chin, a dark brown that matched his eyes. What was he missing that would make Alice want him to fuck her silly? As he was stroking himself, he couldn't get hard. He went back and tried to get inspired by music. Something without subtlety was needed, and NIN's 'Closer' was chosen. Still no luck... until a very precise and detailed image came to his mind: a dark room with velvety curtains and quite a few candles. It was much more magical than his brightly illuminated room and, in the center, a girl with piercing blue eyes was breathing rapidly. She was maybe twenty something, he couldn't judge her age. She had this pair of boots that could've kicked the shit out of anyone if well used and... a dragon-of-sorts necklace. She wore nothing else. Her hair was so black it had to be dyed. Her breasts were nicely shaped, and full enough for his tastes and one hand was caressing her side, never quite touching them as if they were too sensitive. Her other hand, however, was buried between her legs, moving at a slow, leisurely pace. When she sighed, she closed her eyes for a second while her hips moved involuntarily just a bit. As the sigh was ending, he noticed she had a single piercing on her lip. Now, a lip piercing wasn't something that would've turned him on normally, but he made an exception for her. She purred as her hand moved faster. Though he couldn't see her exploring her own folds, she seemed delicate enough while doing it, yet, with an undeniable hunger he hadn't seen on any girl before. The girl whimpered as her right hand went nearly still. She had to be gently twisting her clit, if he could guess anything at all from his view. As if rewarding herself for being so patient, she allowed her left hand to touch her breast. Then, all tenderness of her self-loving evaporated. Without further exploration, she fiercely pinched her nipple, gasping as her right hand went back to moving, this time at a furious pace. She began to moan as her left hand went to her other breast and repeated the rough treatment awarded to the first nipple and her right hand went to an almost blurring speed. Her voice was on the verge of screaming, as her vocalizations could hardly be considered moaning any more. She sounded like she was about to cry and sob, yet so aroused... and the shivers began as that cry-pleasure moan increased in volume. There was a strange beauty to this girl's orgasm as she whimpered during the aftershocks. Panting, the goth girl took a hand up to her face for inspection. She glanced at Gabriel and smiled. Her eyes were entrancing; one was blue, the other between green and light brown, bewitching. Still smiling at Gabriel, she licked a single finger, her lip piercing glinting in the low light. Snapping out of his trance, Gabriel felt the beginning of his orgasm and he did his best to aim at the center of the symbols. He let out a low-pitched grunt as he felt his body tense and the jets of cum begin. Whereas the first shots were true, the last one was so feeble his hand was partially soiled with his semen. Suddenly, he felt like the silliest, dorkiest man in the world. Here he was, kneeling in front of a 7-pointed star drawn in stinking dove blood on bull skin, a puddle of his freshly produced semen on top of it and nothing was happening. He hadn't exactly expected a dark cloud of smoke or an eerie glow from what he had drawn, but, deep down inside, he had wanted to believe Sweet Lucy. But, now he felt like a dolt. Sheepishly, Gabriel picked up his towel, quickly wrapped it around his waist and put everything back in its place. He left his magical experiment to dry as he thought he might take a picture of it, upload it anonymously and show it to SweetLucy, then ask her if she was proud of how ridiculous he had looked just after his orgasm hit and blood returned to his brain. He switched the lights off, cleaned his now limp penis as best as he could in the dark bathroom and went to sleep in the nude. He didn't feel like wearing anything at all. His last orgasm had left him a bit weak in the knees. Had it been that good? Or, was it that he was kneeling during the whole act? Who knew. He turned off his portable player's dock, right in the middle of The Octopus Project's 'The Way Things Go'. As Gabriel plugged his cell phone into the charger, he noticed there was a small warning sign on it. It was a bug he hadn't been able get rid of ever since he had downloaded a morally-dubious app; sometimes it wouldn't recognize any contact at all and he had to restart the phone before the numbers were assigned to his contacts. As he was about to press the "power" button, he got a message. It was from a local number that seemed familiar, but not Alice's. Maybe it was his best buddy, Pete's... It had been a few years now since he memorized phone numbers. He opened it. "I put on a hell of a show, don't I, babe? ;)" His brain numbed with exhaustion, he couldn't remember any show, other than his girlfriend's cockteasing, so he simply texted back "wrong number" and promptly placed his head on the pillow. Not even five seconds had gone by when he had an answer. "pretty sure u enjoyed watching me, Gabe." ...the fuck? "Who are you?" "...I DO taste sweet, if u r wondering, Gabriel. should I call u Gabe_n_receive?" Holy shit. His fingers trembled as he typed his answer. "sweetlucy?" "smart. saw u in a towel w ur drippin hair n damp body. made me so wet... didnt have 2 look 4 more inspiration 2 touch myself" Strangely enough, he thought of the Twilight saga. How the fuck did Bella think it was sexy to be watched by someone, even if that person was hot? HOW THE FUCK did she not feel creeped out like there was no tomorrow? He turned the lights on. His room seemed normal enough, no spaces where a camera could've been placed while he was away, his curtains were closed as always... "Hmmm... Cute, I like your expression of controlled fear and a good amount of aggressiveness," her decidedly feminine voice sounded soft, smoky and drop dead sexy. And, it sounded as if she was right beside him. Gabriel Verdin had to really hand it to himself for not squealing like a little girl right then. "I'd suck you dry if you kept looking at me like that," the voice said with a small, womanly chuckle. There was this strange, subtle accent on the consonants that made her voice sound more attractive, exotic. And then came the scent. It was kind of flowery, but with a hint of dead leaves as well. However, the real highlight was the dense whiff of a woman, but not a woman in a normal state. It was the essence of a very aroused, very wet woman. When Gabriel noticed that his penis was starting to harden just from the aroma, he reprimanded himself, Really? A stalker is in your apartment watching you jerk off over a magic drawing and you're getting aroused? How about confronting her, dumbass? He spun around to find nothing. "You want to see me? Very well." In front of him was his bed. And then, without further ado, a woman appeared. No sparkles, no blinding lights, she just was there as if she had been sitting on his bed all along. It was the goth girl, only... not so goth now. There was no piercing, her hair was a mesmerizing honey color, she wore no necklace or boots, but her eyes were unmistakable: one blue and one brown-green. And, small detail, she was quite nude. She eyed him appreciatively as her eyes drank in every inch of him. When she glanced over his manhood, she nodded appreciatively. There had been enough surprises for Gabriel, this time he didn't jump or freeze, he simply asked away, sounding far calmer than he had intended: "What are you?" "Nice. None of the usual 'Am I dreaming?' 'Is this real?' or 'Is this a joke?' questions. You adapt quickly. And you are harder... I swear, your cock looks so delicious I'd be delighted to kiss it, lick it tenderly and then suck it so good you'll never want it to end." His erection twitched along with his line of thought, but he wasn't deterred. "You didn't answer my question." "You didn't say no!" She exclaimed and gulped as if she was already savoring his dick, making him breathe out of rhythm. "Call me an inhabitant of the inferior astral reality", she said.