1 comments/ 11135 views/ 4 favorites Diabolical Rapture Ch. 02 By: Jake_Knight OK, so the buildup may be even longer this time. I felt it necessary for the story's sake. I may continue writing this as a larger series if sequels are asked for and I'd rather set a bit of background here so I won't have to do so every chapter. So, here it goes. * It was far more peaceful than he needed or imagined. That was because it was all empty. Like being inside a cloud so dense you couldn't feel or see your own body. Who had he been? He was sure he wasn't that person anymore. There was a faint voice that could be heard in the wind; it seemed to be calling out his name. He was sure it was his name because it rang true within his head and yet he couldn't remember his name and couldn't make out the word. Was it Daniel? No... Gabriel. That was it. The moment he became certain of his name, it was as if his body became solid within the fog, and then he could see himself. Once his body was back, he could remember even more. He remembered what had just happened and who had done this to him. Lucy was calling out to him. Just as Lucy's name popped into his head, she appeared beside him. Her one eye was deep blue, the other one an interesting mix between green and sand. She had full hips and breasts he could only describe as "perfect-sized"; and there was a hint of a long-lost tan on her skin. The woman was nearly perfect. Or, nearly a woman, after all, she was a demon known to him only by her first name and made for sexual fantasies - very well made in his opinion. "You've been out for 2 days. It's long enough." "Oh, well, how about going back to my apartment? Wait, 2 days! My girlfriend! And at work they must be--" "Don't fret, they just found you." That didn't sound right. As Lucy said the last word, Gabriel saw he was inside his bedroom. Lucy wrapped her arms around him, as if he'd lean on her... and so he did. He could see himself self lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and looking very, very dead. There were a few policemen around his naked body taking notes from a young woman in tears. She seemed barely able to speak except for a few phrases when asked a question. As if on cue, the sound became louder and he was able to hear the rest of the questioning. An officer who was obviously in charge barked, "Will someone shut that music off? It's creepy enough as it is." The song was "Monsters" from Switchblade Symphony. It was, perhaps, a little unnerving to hear while looking at a dead body. Gabriel's attention turned back to the girl crying. "As I said, I don't know... we just... had dinner, then he went home, a little frustrated because... because I..." Gabriel couldn't bear to hear more, and the sound faded away, following his wishes. Alice. The young woman's name was Alice. Other than for the emotional devastation, she looked fine. Her eyes, puffy and red from crying, were still something to behold. They sparkled with a sharp intelligence that had called out to him even before they had started dating. Her nose was thin and almost too small; her lips were full, but no overly so. She was quite fair and her cheeks had a hint of red color on them; she looked like a porcelain doll. She was not perfect, but quite near it, any man would've been proud to be with her (or in her) as he had been. He started to feel like a shit. He had given up a woman that truly loved him for a single night of wild sex. It was the wildest, most intense and maddening sex he'd ever had, true, but... He kind of understood that part in movies where they say that love is important. She was important to him and-- had been important to him. He was dead now. He needed to get that clear. Alice was saying something and he didn't need to hear it to know what she was saying (as had often happened) - she was blaming herself somehow. "Don't worry. It'll look like a heart attack, an odd one for someone who worked out and had a healthy lifestyle, but a heart attack just the same. They will accept it as a freak medical condition, rather than seeking answers involving supernatural beings," Lucy assured him. "I... can I comfort her? ...somehow?" Gabriel was starting to doubt his final thoughts about the sex being worth this. "I'd be against it. You could be seen by her, but you would only be able to interact with her if she did something like you did, you know, the ritual. Or, if someone else did the ritual and directed the results towards her. Don't worry, she'll get over you. "I doubt it. I know her." "She will. It may be hard for her and of course she'll never forget you, but she will get over you. You were a great guy all in all, but it's better for her if she can move on. There's nothing you can do about it. It would be better to focus on your own needs now." * * * That was all it took. Gabriel tried to stop feeling guilty, doing his best to put Alice out of his mind. And, mostly, he succeeded. Lucy started his training as one of the demons (or as she referred to them, inferior astral beings). He concentrated on music, usually; he had noticed that his focus improved when his mind wasn't completely filled by a single thing. He was thinking about Melissa Williamson's relaxing voice when singing "Letter - From the Lost Days". "...need to focus on what made you what you are in order to be seen by people, for example, in your case, lust. This, remember, is only valid if you aren't being summoned but still want to force yourself upon the material realm. If you want to appear in front of, say, your high school bully and haunt him or whatnot, you'd need to be around him. Once you were near him, you'd need to concentrate on him and feel your lust for him, or fake your lust for him." "I won't be able to appear in front of men, then." "Gabriel. You're no longer a man. You are a being of pure energy - sexual energy. Straight, gay, bisexual... those terms no longer apply to you. That is an ideology you were brought up with or you were chemically and hormonally attracted to a certain gender, but you no longer have a real body until you're summoned. And it won't work as a human one. So, lust after men when you need to." They were within white. There was no other way to describe it. Lucy, who appeared now partially clothed for Gabriel's benefit, floated around him in a pristine vastness. Gabriel "stood" in the middle of it, trying to really understand and comprehend what she was telling him, but that last part... "I will," he replied with no conviction at all. As if responding to that, Lucy stopped right in front of him and simply transformed. She was now a fit, young man with dirty blond hair, thin but with a well defined muscular mass, sparkling green eyes and perfect teeth. Not tanned enough to be a surfer, but still attractive enough to have graced the cover of any magazine. Gabriel had to admit that he - Lucy - was very attractive, but it still didn't do it for him. "Believe me, men or women, you'll learn to love this..." purred the guy who, moments before, had been Lucy. As he embraced Gabriel, Gabriel noticed they were both very naked, and Lucy was a lot larger than him. "Um... Lucy? This is uncomfortable for me, I really don't like guys." The truth of it was obvious; he wasn't getting the least aroused. "Meh," she went back to her normal self, "you'll deal with it later, then. Well, try to materialize in front of a person. You'll learn to appreciate the beauty in every kind of body, any age, and so forth. You'll learn to like it because the thrill of making them fall into temptation and the feeling of them satisfying their darkest secrets will give you life, literally. So, concentrate." He did know that those acts could give life. The last time he had sex, he had died just as he came, deep inside Lucy. After that, time had lost all meaning; there were things he couldn't remember, things he shouldn't remember regarding the time he and Lucy had spent after that. He felt dread every time he tried to recall those events from the depths of his memory. They happened sometime after the scene of his dead body with the policemen and Alice. Between that moment and now, he felt he had been somehow tortured by Lucy, but he couldn't be sure. Just in case that possible torture came when he failed, he decided to do as she ordered. And so, Gabriel concentrated. First, the whiteness disappeared, giving way to a mass of shadows. The shadows became sharper and turned into walls. The walls seemed to be more defined as he concentrated further and, soon, he noticed that he was within a large room. "Good. You're going through the different astral layers faster and now you are almost physically manifested with enough stability to be seen. Who are you concentrating on? I know, but do you?" He didn't know. When he was asked to manifest, he instantly felt something. It was almost like smelling, but not necessarily, because it resonated inside whatever gave him life now (he was uncomfortable calling it his "soul"). The feeling transported him to that place, and, as he tried to feel where it emanated from, a silhouette could be perceived. It was woman.... with short hair. She was probably around her forties and in excellent shape. She had, as they say, had some work done. Her skin was tight, her breasts didn't sag, there were only hints of any lines on her face. Her ass was a bit too round and looked fake, if you knew what to look for, but it was very well done. Her look was inviting, like a Barbie that had aged a bit. She was maybe not a perfect match for Gabriel's tastes; but he had to admit that she looked good. And the lust... she oozed need. She needed to be thoroughly fucked and that stirred something within Gabriel and he felt a lust just like hers, he could almost sense the world through her. He felt this odd need to be filled by a young muscular guy, just like the ones she liked - broad backs, huge muscles, perfect specimens of youth overall. Gabriel felt himself shaped by her desires. He didn't feel any pain but was aware that he was growing taller and broader. He couldn't see himself but knew that his arms looked powerful, every inch of his body gave the impression of tedious workouts. If this woman wanted a body to fuck and this was her idea of male perfection, than that's what he would become. He let his penis grow to match the world record length and added an inch for what it was worth. His need intensified and he saw the woman alone in her huge bedroom with a toy that looked perfectly designed to bring pleasure where it mattered. He could hear it buzzing as Ms. Perfect Body closed her eyes, gasping. He entered her mind and allowed himself to become her fantasy. He looked into her mind's eye and gave her his best lustful look. She touched him within her fantasy and got down on her knees. She needed to be almost abused. She had been left without sex, only as a trophy to be seen but not touched for so long now... She stroked his penis to a full erection while licking her lips. More than a year had gone by since she'd had a man inside her and she was going to make the most of it. He felt a sharp pain. "Gabriel, snap out of it. Now! You're fading into her," commanded Lucy as he felt her hand again inside his chest, pulling his essence out of the wanton woman's body. Gabriel had changed his mind. She was great, he needed her, he'd fuck her so hard... "You useless prick, I said snap out of it," Lucy's expression became one that warned him of some unspeakable pain awaiting him if he didn't obey. A song! A song to help him concentrate better... TVXQ's "Darkness Eyes". And then he remembered. Every time he didn't do what Lucy asked him to do, she'd... she'd... do something to him. There were no words in any language to describe it, for no human had been subject to the kind of pain a demon can inflict on another demon. He could say she twisted his spirit and crushed it, heated his essence so much that he could almost feel his mind going brittle. "You haven't actually taken any life from anyone and you're too weak. If I had let you continue, you would've become a part of her fantasy and nothing more. Don't you fucking remember?" Actually, he didn't remember because she had never told him that, but he wasn't about to argue with her. "Therefore, I'm sending you instead of me. You need to please a woman; a girl, actually. She's doing the ritual and doing it right. Just... fulfill whatever she needs." "If I come in her, will she die?" this time he asked with a tone that could be called professional curiosity. "No, women have the upper hand in this. If a male fucks one of us, his seed being released inside us will make his energy forfeit if we wish so." He didn't ask about their souls. It seemed that the souls of men that died that way went to the same place they went after mortal life. However, the energy they had yet to spend became part of the demon. He couldn't ask about it because Lucy became angry at any question regarding souls, gods, spirituality.... Lucy had lied to him all along and now he was starting to regret what he had done, but he had no choice, "if you fuck a girl she wakes up exhausted unless... You know what? I'm done being your teacher, you're my slave and you'll do as I tell you. Now fucking go and fulfill your role." So much for all of her promises. He heard small gasps. The lust he had felt for the unfulfilled forty-something woman hadn't waned and had even increased when he felt the arousal in this new target. She was younger... he couldn't quite make out her figure just yet. As before, the first things he saw were walls - white. He concentrated on her, a simple enough task, as he was hard enough his member could've been mistaken for iron. All of a sudden, he could see the room the ritual was taking place in. It was the very same ritual that he had performed. The first detail he could make out of her was that her panties were colorful. Her skin looked young. She wore no bra... Curves. This girl could be described as curvy. Her lips weren't full, but had enough width he'd love to see his cock disappearing between them. Her breasts had enough weight and shape he would decidedly fuck them if given half a chance. This girl's hips were wider than what society currently labeled as perfect on runway models, but Gabriel was a definite fan of natural girls and she was one of those. He certainly had enjoyed worshipping bodies like hers. He would certainly fuck this girl senseless if she wasn't cautious enough around him. She had a pretty face, contorted in pleasure. Strange, that this girl would want a demon to have sex with, if she could easily get males of any age. But then, he had done the ritual and he could've -allegedly- had a girl on his bed easily enough. In another second he would get information about what kind of men she desired and he would become that. Was it coincidence? Just like him, she'd like possible mates in any shape as long as they looked real. He didn't change a bit; he just decided to appear as himself. This intrigued him, if she wasn't picky, why would she...? She placed her fingers on the pentacle and he felt like iron was being strapped around his body. He felt sluggish. Yet, somehow, he felt alive. Gabriel noticed that the girl had added an athame and a few other accessories to her magical arsenal. She wouldn't know as much as he had learned since his death, but she was more knowledgeable -or cautious- than he had been when alive. Suddenly, he felt manacles being closed and an iron band around his throat, and the room came alive. He could smell! Actually smell fabric, probably the sheets. He could smell the girl's sex, dripping from the ritual she had just performed. He could see the colors, feel the ground beneath his feet, feel his own body's weight. He could feel so many things; he hadn't noticed that his disembodied distance had been bleak regarding anything but needs like lust. She was definitely young - barely legal in many parts of the world. She looked at him with controlled fear. He could easily sense that she hadn't done this before but that she had a good idea of what she was doing, following different instructions she had found (Lucy, he supposed, had facilitated that, somehow). "I have done everything to make sure I'm protected from you. Before I begin, I will state my requirements," she sounded shaky, young, anxious and a little hurried. Delicious. Gabriel felt an unknown primal part of him awaken. Perhaps she had rehearsed this little speech before summoning him, but he couldn't care less. He wanted to fuck her right then. "You will not take my life, nor my soul or sanity. You will obey me and remain in the material world until you deem necessary or your services are no longer required and I say so in an explicit manner. If that is the case, you will be banished back to where you came from. I will be... in no way under powers... that, eh... you could use to harm me... in... in any significant way," she was being distracted by him; he could feel it. Gabriel quickly glanced downwards. He had appeared nude, his physique was just as he remembered: he showed signs of exercise, a bit of definition here and there, and he had a five o'clock shadow. His cock was painfully hard. Her eyes were glued to his penis for another second before she looked away and finished saying whatever she needed, "...in any significant way now or later." He realized he had to answer and everything within his being told him that there were no legal loopholes in anything she had drawn or used, she had performed the ritual flawlessly. "I accept," his voice sounded a bit hoarse, he hadn't used it in a while. "Good. Then you are free within the limits that I mentioned before. Get dressed." What? "Um... what?" He needed to work on his witty banter. "We're going on a date." "Don't you want to fuck?" Flabbergasted, that was how he was feeling. "Date, I said. Now get dressed." His instincts told him he could easily do so. He thought of his favorite attire: a black button-up shirt, jeans that fitted him quite nicely, black shoes and small thing that could be called scarf if not for the fact that it didn't do anything to help him from the cold. "Better?" Gabriel wasn't sure why he wanted her approval, but asked anyway. From behind, her arms slipped around him and she felt his abdomen, then her hands eased further down as they traced the outline of his cock, "better." He turned his head and eyed her with such lust he could actually feel it pouring into her. It was an ability he didn't know he had. Her breathing quickened and she quickly added, "stop." "I'm not going to harm you... believe me, this will feel so good, you'll never want my dick out of you..." He was speaking slowly into her ear, letting her feel his breath on her skin, deliberately making her want him. He felt her shiver. She almost fell for it. But something happened: Gabriel couldn't move. The girl came around until she was in front of him. She had her hand closed around something. At some point she had dressed and he hadn't even noticed. "I said a date, and that's what will happen." What a willful young lady. * * * They were in a mall. Hayleigh, the Willful Young Lady (hadn't given her last name away) and Gabriel were shooting at some kind of robbers in the newest game the local arcade had. But they were losing lives fast and their interest was lost even faster. Gabriel thought it funny that the place was playing "As If We Didn't Know" as background music. It was barely audible, true, but Neuroactive wasn't an exactly cheery group nor were they new. "So, why a date? Because, you know, right now you could be begging for me to..." "Stop trying to tempt me, we already discussed that your attempts aren't valid." Gabriel nodded but continued eyeing her, waiting for her to answer the question. She noticed and obliged, Diabolical Rapture Ch. 02 "Well, guys usually fall into 2 categories: Assholes or impossible to get. The good ones are either already taken or gay," she elaborated. Gabriel found it funny and somewhat cute. She was 18 or 19 according to his best guess and already talking like a woman tired of men. Or maybe men did begin behaving like assholes early enough. "So instead of an asshole, you'd rather have a demon." "Well, you are thousands of years old and you know what I think." She was wrong on both accounts; at best he could know what Hayleigh wanted only if it was selfish, but he wasn't going to correct her. "And you are under my control. Shall we go bowling?" "I cannot make money..." Before he could continue with his list of limitations, she nodded. "I know, it's my treat." He took her by the arm, the perfect gentleman and walked towards the bowling ball-shaped door that indicated the entrance. He suddenly had an idea. "How about a dare?" Her eyes glinted, "Go on, I'm listening." "Well, the loser has to do something the other one chooses." They shook hands like children sealing a deal, each suppressing a small smile. As it turned out, Hayleigh was an accomplished bowler. 8... Strike... Spare... But it was nothing Gabriel couldn't match, and she hadn't said anything about cheating. He honed his body and his dexterity. She squealed with delight every time she got a few pins ahead of him, but he was relentless and he made sure she wasn't ahead by more than 7 pins at any time. By the time they were finishing the 9th frame her eyes narrowed down with suspicion and watched him intently as he sent the ball on its way to a strike. "You're cheating! You use a different technique each time; you spin the ball sometimes, other times it goes straight, your right foot at the end of your hand swing moves up or across, you leave it hanging... that's too erratic to be an actual technique." He gave her his best grin, "did you say anything about that?" She 'hmph'ed and bowled a spare, then a 7 on her extra shot. Not seeing the need to pretend anymore, Gabriel sent the ball on its way to three consecutive strikes. "And for the dare," he pretended to be in deep thought and lowered his voice to make sure the lady sitting on the next lane could just barely hear them, "...I... want you to suck me off..." The woman eyed them without moving her head. Sly. "Well, when we get back to--" "...in a public place." "What?" "Am I not clear?", he asked as he kept the volume high enough to make sure the lady still heard him, filling her head with disgust... and deep down inside, envy, "Suck off. I want you to take my dick in your mouth and..." "Don't be silly, I know what that is. I mean, we could get arrested. Or at least, I could. You'll just vanish." "And skip the chance to make you scream when I fuck you for the fourth time? In a public place doesn't necessarily mean in front of an audience." The woman in the next lane stirred ever so slightly. Hayleigh was flustered, excited at the prospect. She definitely found it arousing, "OK, let's go." She took Gabriel's hand and dragged him outside, but not before he looked back at the discretely eavesdropping lady, raised an eyebrow and flashed a subtle, yet smug, smile. They ended up in a park that was not far from the mall. They both jumped over some waist-high bushes, near the border of said park, marked with a brick wall on his right side. He was humming "Lust n' Needs", the song from Negative. Before he could make a cocky remark, she dropped down to her knees and unbuckled his belt with the ease of someone who knows what she's doing. Interesting, she's young but experienced. As she snaked her hand (he noticed how small it was) inside his underwear and pulled out his cock, he leaned back against one of the two trees that blocked the view of most of the people that might walk by. Maybe it was an oak, a thick one, it had probably been standing here since before the city was built. It was big, with long and strong branches that would normally produce a nice shade, but it was just before sundown now and the sunlight could barely reach them. The other tree was a small willow. It had been planted by someone who didn't know how to place two different trees together, but it still managed to somehow block the view from a different direction. Yet, for all his apparent care, Gabriel knew they could be seen if someone came walking from his left side at the necessary angle. And he had seen a few people heading that way. "Uncut? I've never had one of those before." "Are you going to talk to it or are you going to suck it?" Gabriel kept his tone playful enough to make her feel at ease. She slid her hand towards the base of his dick, pulling the foreskin back and as she kissed the underside of his penis, avoiding the head, shivers ran up his spine. Gabriel placed his hands on the trunk of the tree to make sure he didn't lose his balance. He had forgotten how good oral sex felt. Hayleigh licked the base and slowly, very slowly traced it until she got to the tip. She flicked her tongue a few times before planting a smacking kiss on the glans. Gabriel sighed loudly. She opened her mouth more than necessary and went as deep as she could without closing it around him, but rather making contact with just her lips and, barely, her tongue. She started to withdraw, letting her teeth make a light contact on his skin, until she felt the head of his dick. She made sure her teeth weren't scraping against him and sucked on the tip. Gabriel wasn't a very experienced man when he died, and that hadn't changed much since then; this way of sucking him was something he hadn't felt before and he groaned with pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked to his left; the outline of three walking figures could be seen. He leaned as nonchalantly as he could against the tree and tried to make his expression neutral as the three silhouettes neared. Hayleigh wasn't wasting any time, she repeated the light scraping of her teeth on the less sensitive zones before earnestly sucking on the tip a few times. She could hear Gabriel's grunts of approval. She felt proud of herself, making an ancient being react like that with a blowjob. She knew a few things, but hadn't thought she could actually impress him. In the meantime, the three shapes had come near enough for him to make out a woman and a man in their thirties of forties with a girl who was perhaps ten. They would be able to see his torso, arms and head, but nothing below. Maybe they'd think him a kind of hippie leaning against an old tree... Hayleigh switched techniques. She made her best attempt at deepthroating and relaxed her throat; slowly but inexorably she allowed herself to take his dick even further than before. And even deeper yet... Gabriel groaned loudly and she smiled. She sucked hard on her way out... and when his cock was out of her mouth, she placed it back inside his underwear with care. Zipped him up and stood up with a triumphant look on her face to meet his confused look. "You said I had to suck you off, and so I did! You didn't say anything about cumming!" Hayleigh was beaming with her revenge until Gabriel's façade of confusion fell and she saw him smiling devilishly. It was her turn to look confused. He cocked his head twice and she looked in that direction. A stunned family of three were looking at her, a very shocked woman with her mouth partially open, while the man was trying to evade a question regarding the meaning of 'sucking off'. She felt her face become hot with embarrassment as she turned so many rich shades of red, an experienced artist would've had a hard time replicating the look. "You pig! You deceiving bastard! You did this--" her protests were cut off by his laugh, loud and honest. She punched his arm without any real effect and hid her face from the onlookers. She had to admit his laugh was very nice, she had never had a boy or man laugh with her like that. And she hated herself for a moment for warming up to that melodious sound. * * * "Now we're going to have milkshakes, they make a hazelnut-something flavor here that will make up for what you just put me through." "With or Without You" flowed from the speakers. But it wasn't U2; Gabriel thought it was probably Utada Hikaru's rendition of the song. "What? You don't enjoy showing off your skills in front of strangers?" "Funny. You're not getting a shake now." "Um... could I actually have some? It's been a while." Hayleigh was taken aback by that. She didn't know much about demons and never stopped to think if they had ice cream parlors or anything of the sort. He seemed, every now and then, less scheming and evil than she had imagined a devil would be. "I guess you can have a bit of mine, then," she offered. He smiled. Before she knew it, she was chatting away with Gabriel, regaling him with stories of her high school misadventures, and making him laugh again. He appeared almost relieved when she allowed him to taste her shake, and he thanked her profusely. He asked a few details of one of her stories about an embarrassing situation regarding running out of the showers when the hot water ran out abruptly and she giggled a bit before continuing, casually talking with him as if he hadn't exposed her sexual exploits in front of a family of strangers. The shake was finished, and it was starting to get late. "Should I walk you home, madam?" He offered his arm again as he had done earlier and she accepted with an exaggerated bow and flourish. The couple walked under the night sky without a single worry, but with high expectations. * * * Hayleigh opened the door after a small unlocking ritual that involved a few carefully timed tugs on the knob. Gabriel was resting his hand lightly on the side of her hip as the door opened to reveal a woman, evidently Hayleigh's mother, smiling at them. "Oh, hi," the woman began, her gaze catching his arm nearly around her daughter brought a glint to her eye, "Hayleigh didn't say she was bringing a guest, I'm sorry for looking like this. Dinner isn't ready yet, your father and I were going out and..." The woman hardly had anything to be sorry about. She looked like a more experienced version of her daughter, her clothes were a bit rumpled but she had the same sexy aura - this was a woman confident about her curves, like a brunette reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe. She looked him up and down, appraising the man her daughter brought home. She seemed satisfied but curious. "Nah, don't sweat it, mom," Hayleigh cut in after seeing the silent exchange between Gabriel and her mother, "he's just here for a few minutes and will be gone before you know it." She nudged Gabriel towards her room at the back of the house. He flashed his best innocent smile and added a quick, "a pleasure, ma'am." Hayleigh nudged him again and Gabriel turned around. As soon as he did, Hayleigh's mother flashed her daughter a smile and mouthed silently, "he's hot!" Hayleigh shot her an awkward 'he's still right here, not now' look. Somehow Gabriel was perfectly aware of this. It seemed that once his body wasn't actually human, he didn't need his eyes to see. He had to learn how to control this perception. Once inside her room, Hayleigh closed the door behind them and, as she locked it, she felt Gabriel's hot breath on the back of her neck. "Don't scream," he whispered. At the same time, she felt as if a literal wave of undiluted lust washed through her. "Was that necessary?" Hayleigh hissed. "No. But it was fun," his teeth scraped her ear as he undid the button of her jeans and then snaked his arms upwards, beneath her blouse's fabric. "Wait," she quickly freed herself from his embrace and opened her laptop, plugged it into some speakers she had below her bed, cranked up the volume and pressed the play button. "Oh, that's Junsu -- 'Intoxication'." "Har har," Gabriel found his new abilities fascinating. Concentrating for a bit, he drank deep from her lust only to redirect it back at her, amplified. He beckoned at her with his index finger, "come here, little girl." She obeyed and, just as she came within an arm's reach, he pushed her onto the bed with a little more force than the necessary. Hayleigh's feet came up for a second as she hit the bed. Gabriel took hold of her shoes and took them off swiftly, then pulled at her pants. Getting rid of her clothing was far too easy, he didn't need to fumble or battle with fabrics for some reason - he'd ponder that later. Before him was a terribly attractive young woman with a serious need. And it wasn't hard for him to read her needs - judging by her smell, she was already getting wet... He straddled her legs and bent down to savor her scent. He allowed his nose to graze her underwear, inhaling deeply, and then across the skin of her belly, letting the air out as he went. Gabriel hooked his fingertips in her panties and pulled them down without ceremony. Lengthy foreplay was not something he was in the mood for right then. He turned her over, and as she wiggled to make the undressing process easier, he noticed her hips and ass. He had seen them before, but now, for some reason, they looked tasty. After discarding her panties, he bent back down and again breathed in her fragrance. It was deliciously womanly - too tempting, he decided. Gabriel gently bit her ass, eliciting a gasp that made him smile. He trailed his tongue from the small of her back and licked slowly all the way down, then bit down again, a little rougher this time. Hayleigh let out a moan, thankfully drowned out by the music. He repeated his instruction, "don't scream." And, he spanked her once, aiming towards her left cheek. He saw her head snap to the side, her teeth bared as she let out a little squeal. Gabriel waited for the music to be right, timing it to make sure he dropped his hand down right on time. He spanked her again, this time right between both cheeks, harder. It came perfectly with one of the chorus's beats. She made a hissing sound, and looked at him with pure arousal in her eyes. Gabriel was doing his job very well. He lowered his voice, "And the last one..." he spanked her even harder, squarely on the right cheek, but noticeably harder. Hayleigh couldn't control the moan that came out of her; she may have been heard by someone in the house, if they were close enough. Gabriel didn't care. He took her by the hips again and turned her over; he needed to taste her. Forgetting about being gentle, he spread her legs open and dived in, knowing he didn't need to prepare her - she was wet enough. He gave her one thorough lash with his tongue, reveling in her taste - a bit musky, so feminine, and so right. That taste worked wonders for him. She moaned louder, a very distinct "oh" as he started licking furiously, up and down, letting one of his fingertips penetrate her just an inch. "Hayleigh? Did you call me?" Her mother on the other side of the closed door, knocking. She probably thought that "oh", barely audible through the music, was a 'mom'. Shit! Gabriel couldn't just disappear, becoming invisible would return him to the astral realm, starving for sex, weak... the prospect was unacceptable. So he did what any red-blooded male would do: he took his clothes and dived for cover under the bed. He wasn't about to find out if Hayleigh's mother would react violently or not. He oddly felt like he was back in college. "No, mom, just a sec!" He heard rustling above him, knew Hayleigh was changing her clothes, donning an oversized shirt she probably used to sleep and opening the window to vent her aroma. She lowered the music's volume. The smell of her sex was not strong, but if her mother was perceptive enough... She opened the door. "Yeah?" "And your... friend?" "Gabriel? Already left, I told you he'd be gone," he knew that Hayleigh was glaring reproachfully at the woman outside the door. "He'd better not be hiding here in the closet," her mother's tone was playful but a hint of doubt could be heard. "Mooom," she was rolling her eyes. Pretty convincing. "Anyway, your father and I are off to that dinner we told you about," Hayleigh's mother continued, "if you're up for a few hours of mind-numbing stories about high-profile accountants' extreme office life -- recounted by the accountants themselves, usually in technical terms but sometimes in common English, then you're more than welcome to come with us." Gabriel felt like an idiot. Why had he grabbed his clothes?! His appearance was up to him, the clothes vanished and he remembered one of his abilities. He breathed in deeply (more for concentration's sake than actually needing it) and sent a blast of lust towards the girl. He could feel it hit. "I think I'll pass this... uhm... time," she was doing the encouraging smile while fighting to keep herself under control. He smiled under the bed. A few more pleasantries were exchanged while he blasted her body a couple more times with all the lust he could manage to send. He suppressed a chuckle when he perceived her body reacting to it - getting wetter. The door closed... and locked. "Come out here, you bastard," she hissed under her breath, opening a drawer somewhere. The music volume increased; he actually knew this song, strange, because it was in Korean, a language he didn't understand, but it was sexy (and he had a very healthy 'sexy songs' folder back then) - "추억의 손톱" by Baek Jin Young. "Once again, the defendant asserts that he was not aware of any rule preventing him from doing what he did," Gabriel said. He could sense her rummaging through one of her drawers. This perception without eyes allowed him to feel overall intentions and see facial expressions, two or three details... maybe he hadn't honed it yet to its full extent or maybe it was limited, but he couldn't "see" what she was looking for. "Close your eyes for a second," came her command and he complied. He could sense that she had an all-business attitude with just a hint of playfulness, a tight smile. A blindfold (she couldn't know that it wouldn't do much to stop his perception of her) was fastened around his eyes. He was pushed backwards - he had a second's worth of warning but he went along with it, falling onto the bed. What he didn't anticipate was the clicking sound of something around his right wrist, then the left. Handcuffs. For someone so young, this girl sure had some ideas. "Great idea, next time your mom comes by, she'll find a blindfolded, handcuffed, nude guy on your bed. Good luck trying to talk your way out of that one," Gabriel muttered through his smile. He allowed her to lift his arms and loop the handcuffs over what felt like a small hook on the wall that he hadn't noticed before. She was terribly silent. "You'd better not leave me here, Hayleigh, I could-- what the hell?" Gabriel let that last part come out almost like a shriek, quite out of character for him. Then again, it wasn't normal for him to be in this helpless position and then receive a scratch on his torso. It wasn't deep enough to make him bleed (if that was even possible), but it stung. And then a hot mouth enveloped his dick. He gasped. "Was that necessary?" "Mh-hmmm," came the affirmation from a busy mouth that strengthened its suction on his cock as a hand slowly caressed his balls. Then the other hand scratched the other side of his torso; his back arched. "Are you trying to make me go mad?! I'm not sure what you're-- oh, that's nice," she had just taken almost all of his length inside her mouth and he felt her throat give some resistance. She was still somewhat new to deepthroating but this was a damn good attempt. She came back up for air and started bobbing up and down at a steady pace. She began moaning around his hard dick, sending shivers not only because of the sensation, but also because this girl seemed to enjoy her power over him. And Gabriel, as selfish as he could be sometimes, had to admit that his partner's pleasure was a great incentive. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 02 Another scratch, this time dangerously close to a nipple. "Oh... ok... ok... like that, but... mmmh... could you lift the blindfold? I want to see you," he pleaded. Hayleigh's inner smile was evident to him, but he couldn't make out her actual expression very well without his eyes. She was horny as hell and she was content with making him moan (or wince when her nails dug into his skin), his extra perception gave him that information, but he couldn't actually see her doing it. She started stroking his cock with her hand and he felt her tongue on his abdominal area, "are you going to behave?" "It depends. What does behave mean?" Scratch. Wince. "Ok! Ok! I'll be good!" He felt her shift her position, then felt her breasts trail across his skin for a second, and suddenly, he could see. Those nipples! How had he not paid attention? They looked so inviting with their areolas begging for a tongue to swirl around them, providing a center of attention for her full breasts. She slid back down to look at his dick, gathered her hair and hooked it behind her ear so that he could see and, lowered her mouth on him again. The delicious warmth of her mouth enveloped him and she started bobbing up and down again, not looking at his face, acting as if only his cock existed. Not that he cared; she looked fucking hot doing it. She stopped, "I read in a magazine that if I suck a guy off a bit before sex, he will last longer..." "Since when am I 'a guy'? Unless Cosmo or whatever has a section for demons..." Gabriel stopped in mid sentence; she had a thing for interrupting him. With her small hand blocking his mouth, he could only gaze into her eyes. "Look, mister. I called you to be with me, I did not call you to be a smartass." "Well, you shouldn't have used the smartass invocation ritual." "If you shut up you can have your way with me..." Silence. "That's better, now..." Hayleigh wasn't half done removing the second handcuff when he pounced on top of her and started sucking on her breasts with abandon. He probed her desires to see what she would want: Missionary position, but it looked kind of awkward... him opening her legs with a nudge of his knees, one hand supporting his weight while the other one aimed his cock into her wetness... He probed her lust even further: this time seeing reverse cowgirl, however, it also looked somehow wrong. He rested the tip of his hardness at the opening of her wet slit and applied the slightest of pressures. Gabriel felt an intoxicating and damp sensation against his cock but stopped again as he tried to sense what exactly she wanted. He planned to make her addicted to his dick, and so, he needed to know. Studying her thoughts with great effort, he could see that she'd also like it doggy style, but, again, the silhouettes of her desire were not in sharp focus. It was as if she... Then it hit him. "You've never done this," it wasn't a question. "No, it's my first invocation," she could barely speak, her eyes were wide with desire, anticipation and a hint of fear. "I mean have sex, fuck," he was sure now. He eased just his head into her. I'm not human anymore, my body isn't completely real, so there should be no risk... He couldn't remember the last time he had unprotected sex with a woman and it took all of his willpower to stop there. The sensation was overwhelming and he hadn't even started. "Oh..." she moaned with a high pitch. She sounded so young, almost cute, he would've thought, if he hadn't been partially inside of her, "don't stop... Please... Oh, well. No, I've never done it. Could you..?" "Are you sure?" "Look, I don't want to look back and see my first time as something that should've been way better. And, I don't want some asshole bragging about how he was my first, much less, a clumsy asshole that wouldn't do it right," she looked deeply into his eyes. "What if I go back and brag to all the demons about how I took a young hottie's virginity..." Gabriel's voice faded away beneath Hayleigh's fake stern gaze. He smiled at her. She smiled back. For a second he thought about condoms. A few seconds went by and she looked down to where they were partially joined. Hayleigh breathed in slowly, gathering her resolve, "now... fuck me..." Maybe a heterosexual man that could easily resist that phrase coming from a sexy, pleading girl existed somewhere in the universe, but Gabriel wasn't that man. He remembered the last time he had done this and he repeated an instruction he received. "Look at me. I want you to see me when I fuck you," he whispered. If he had been summoned to do this, he'd do it right. He sank almost too slowly. After an inch or so, she looked a bit in pain, so he backed out and went in again up to where he had been, in and out, slowly, letting her grow used to him. When he could slip in easier, he applied more pressure and went inside another inch, perhaps more... until he felt something stop him. He had thought she had probably used a dildo before, he hadn't expected her hymen. He gritted his teeth. He wanted to violently sink his dick into her and fuck her at a vicious, blinding pace. But he was there for another reason. She hadn't even blinked. Her mouth had opened up in pleasure, letting out an occasional squeal of delight mixed with uncertainty, she was staring deep into his eyes, allowing herself to be taken as he saw fit. So what if..? He permitted all his lust to take him over for a second and then he poured it into her. He pressed on firmly and yet, as gently as he could. Her eyes betrayed for a second a glimpse of pain, but his idea worked. She needed more of him and the pain wouldn't stop her for long. She continued to look into his eyes and began to whimper as she got used to the feeling of his dick inside her, further inside her than anything had been before. He felt something warm envelop him further. He didn't want to know if she was bleeding or getting wetter due to being infused with lust. He was a bit squeamish about blood, 'I'm a great candidate for a demon, huh,' he thought to himself before Hayleigh's pussy contracted around him noticeably for the first time. It was his turn to gasp. Maybe it was the lack of a condom or maybe it was his new condition, but he could feel every fold and nook inside of her - warm, inviting and smelling deadly sexy. Perfect. He went in further and a bit of her pain came back, but more diluted. He pulled out slowly and went back in even slower. He repeated the action, beginning a calm, deliberate pistoning motion. Her moans became higher and he thought he heard her say, "oh, shit," but with such pleasure that he was sure it was good. She couldn't help it and closed her eyes, feeling it happen, she had a man inside her and it felt better than she expected. She admired the way her body tingled with his every thrust and heard herself say, "so fucking good..." Hayleigh felt Gabriel's hair on her cheek and his lips on her ear, his throaty voice adding to her experience, "moan for me, Hayleigh, don't hold back." And maybe she had been holding back, but not anymore. She released a slow, long moan as he began to increase his speed. It felt as if that cock had been made to please her and her only. The rhythm increased and her breath came in shorter gasps, some louder than the rest after one of his hands found its way to her nipples and pinched one, then the other with care but firm strength. The contact of his skin directly against her most private area made her squirm under him, her reaction only seemed to fuel his lust, as he changed his pace to slow but strong, firm and deep strokes. His unprotected dick slid in and out and her body shouted out to him, her back arched, her toes curled and her voice became more throaty as she urged him on. Gabriel found out he could last as long as he wanted, but the pleasure intensified, without backing down, the longer he held it. This could be dangerous: if he felt this and he lost control, he'd pound her too hard and maybe hurt her. After all, it was her first time. He groaned against her ear and whispered her name over and over again as he tried to reach deep within her. It was time to give her the last inch now that he knew she was used to him "Oh..! Oh, wow," Hayleigh became lost after those words and moaned nonsensically as every inch of her body tensed and she felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm building up; this time, however, it felt stronger, nothing compared to the few times she had received oral sex, and nothing like when she played with herself. The others seemed like only a preparation for this. She tensed as she felt his dick grow slightly harder and wider, "fuck, fuck, fuck..." Being as careful as he could with his mind fogged with lust, Gabriel could sense she was close and tried to make her cum even faster. He left behind the steady pistoning and began pounding erratically, fast, then slow... hard, then caring, adding a twist with his hips every now and then. She screamed his name. He had never heard such an erotic thing in his life. "Oh, fuck, Gabriel! Oh," Hayleigh repeated his name like a prayer that would bring her eternal pleasure. Maybe it was. She was almost there, she needed him inside her as the first wave hit her, "don't you fucking dare to pull out!" She thought she heard him chuckle between gasps, but she didn't care as he sank in as deeply as he could and twitched inside of her. Whatever he did set her off and she moaned on and on as she felt herself clamp down on him. She felt him bite down on her shoulder as he slammed against her, grunting, almost growling... then she felt a short jet of liquid blast inside her. Hayleigh thought she couldn't feel better, but the sensation of Gabriel filling her up added something more to her orgasm, she dug her nails into his back and pulled him closer as she closed her legs around him. Another blast inside her, she let her head fall back, feeling his warmth spread inside of her. She opened her mouth in a voiceless scream as the orgasm subsided. She couldn't feel him cumming inside her anymore, but his cock twitched inside her once or twice more before his body collapsed on top of her. Enjoying the feeling of an exhausted man inside her and covering her with his weight, Hayleigh sighed happily. "Mission accomplished," she heard Gabriel's voice as he turned to see her, "you're not a virgin anymore. Now we can stop playing and I can fuck you for real." The sudden shock in her eyes and the worry behind them made Gabriel laugh. * * * Inside the shower, Gabriel was covering every inch of her body with soap; after the hot water descended and washed it away, he kissed her skin. She hummed happily along with the song that floated in from her bedroom, then she sang a bit in a low voice. "Not entirely fitting, the song 'Lobo Hombre en París' is about a werewolf, but it's good enough for now," she told him conversationally as she assumed he wanted more than just to kiss her. "You see now, you wanted a demon, not a man. I'm going to fuck you all night long and it's not an option..." He said it in a way that sounded almost loving, but the threat (or was it promise?) in his eyes was very real. He would do it if she didn't stop him. Hayleigh sighed as his arms wrapped around her and began idly playing with her nipples. She could feel his penis pressing against her back, his chin against her neck as he kept giving her breasts the attention they craved. "I can't, my parents will be back soon," she protested. It was an ineffective protest, as her legs parted a bit when she felt the tip of his penis graze against her nether lips. "I guess you'll have to stay quiet or pretend very, very well," was the simple answer. His left hand busied itself with her left breast while his right hand slid down to part her pussy lips slightly as he adjusted his knees to match her height and pushed in. He grunted against her ear. She lifted her ass and pressed against him, her body welcoming him back. This time, the pain was gone. She felt slightly sore, but her lust was greater than her discomfort. She cooed as she felt his trimmed pubic hairs press against her, his cock back where it belonged. Placing both hands against the nearest wall, she bent forward. His hands started roaming her body, caressing, pinching or scratching whimsically. His hips began moving purposefully, matching the song's bass line. One of his hands stopped its erratic pattern and settled on her breast again. He touched her with strength but not harming her, more like he wanted to memorize her body's shape. It was strange how changed she felt. Besides swearing that everybody would notice the fact that she was no longer a virgin, as if she had a huge sign above her head - just a few minutes ago she felt like a girl under a man... now she felt like a woman enjoying her man. She began pushing back and lifting her ass a bit as she went all the way against him, allowing Gabriel's cock to go in further. He took this show of confidence as a green light; placing both hands on her hips and making her body meet his with a greater strength and a more controlled rhythm. Gabriel's body began slapping against hers as they found a pace that satisfied them both. Gabriel marveled at how quickly Hayleigh had learned. As he guided her body against his, he settled into what his college friends had called "cruise speed", not fast, not slow, just... enjoying the ride and getting there without a hurry. Hayleigh whimpered with pleasure, one of his hands had let go of her hip and seemed to have discovered her clit. She felt a flick. Then another, and another... then circles, small twists and other movements that sent electric signals up and down her body completely in sync with his cock, burying itself to the hilt over and over. His tongue felt warm against her back, making its way up to her neck. He bit her once and then higher, near her throat he bit gently but firmly again. His mouth moved higher and nibbled on her ear, his dick not missing a stroke. Again his hot breath grazed her ear and made something inside her tingle. He could definitely get used to fucking her bareback, he decided. Her pussy made him feel alive and real. Gabriel increased the power and speed of his thrusts, the falling hot water heightening the volume of his pelvis slapping against her. He began fucking her as if the only way to live was to reach a certain spot inside her -- a spot he was just one hard thrust away from. Panting, he tightened his grip on her hips and fucked her from behind with decision, making sure she felt every inch of his bare cock inside her tightening pussy. As if he had overheard a passing conversation, he became aware that Hayleigh's mother was not far from the house. "Cum now, Hayleigh," he ordered as he began ramming against her, leaving tenderness for another occasion, he drove into her almost as if he wanted to harm her. Her body responded well to the change, she grunted and began panting almost like him. She tightened even more and began the continuous moan she had made just before cumming last time. "That's right... give it to me," and following his intuition, he spanked her. Perhaps the water did the trick, but he felt her pussy clamp down on him for an instant and she breathed out with such lust, he knew he had done well. He alternated hands and spanked again, his voice hissed against her ear, "fucking come around my cock, Hayleigh." As if trying to follow his orders, her pussy tightened again, this time harder and her moan became louder. Her parents were perhaps two blocks away, he could sense their approach. There was no time. He lifted his hand higher, spanked her one last time and then gripped her hips before beginning a furious assault on her pussy. For a second he thought it had been too much, but then she began crying out in pleasure and he doubled his efforts. He lost track of time again. Letting himself go and welcoming his orgasm when it hit him, he stopped thinking and just felt the girl milking his cock as her orgasm started. Her high pitched moan was cut short as now he had his hand on her mouth, he whispered in her ear "they're home, don't shout," easier said than done, his hips were moving like mad and she felt him spasm inside her. She bit on his finger as her orgasm surged, knowing she could be discovered. Her pussy tightening wildly was all he needed, his orgasm came over him and he gave one last, powerful thrust and kept his cock inside her as he began emptying his balls into her unprotected pussy once more. As expected, a knock on the door. "Hayleigh?" "Yeah, mom?" "Isn't it too late to be taking a bath?" "I had a nightmare and woke up all sweaty," this girl has a definite talent for lies on the fly. She heard a whisper behind her, "sure, a nightmare that left you sweaty and smelling like man's cum. Or did you clean the sheets? Let's hope she doesn't go in to check, I'm sure the room reeks of sex," he added with a small, suppressed laugh. "Shut up," she hissed back to him. "Oh, ok, if you need anything, just let me know," came the voice from the corridor. * * * The rest of the night was a blurry haze of sexual positions, pleas for mercy that weren't heartfelt, as she was too busy cumming with him inside her; biting down on her pillow so she wouldn't be heard around the block as he drove into her, filling her with his cum more times than he could count. At last, the sun began to fill the sky with a precious and breathtaking array of bronze clouds and golden light. Not that it mattered; they were on a small couch right beside the window, bathing her in a glow that made her look heavenly. Her breasts cast beautiful shadows on her glistening skin, covered in a film of sweat. She was swaying sensuously with him inside as she followed London After Midnight's "Black Cat". She was begging him to stop yet again, until she noticed that she was riding him of her own accord. Gabriel was wearing his best smile, confident but not quite cocky, "You want me to stop what? Aren't you the one trying to milk me dry?" She couldn't find an intelligent answer to that, so she began moving her hips faster, up and down his pole as she fucked him without any pretense of being the victim. As her head lolled back in a silent scream (a technique she learned to master in a single night of necessary stealth), she felt him tense and give her his seed. When her orgasm subsided, she felt him still rigid. Not just his cock, she had already lost the ability to be surprised by his permanent erection, but rather his whole body. He was frozen, looking out the window. A woman was staring at them. By some chance she had stumbled on the one spot between the fence and lower tree branches that gave a view straight into the room. The woman apparently had been trying to free a balloon that had gotten entangled in one of the trees. The balloon was emblazoned with a cheerful message, and, as she tried to rescue it, she had seen them fucking and she had frozen there, just like Gabriel, both of them in an eerie trance. It was barely audible but Hayleigh distinctly heard him whisper, "Alice..." Diabolical Rapture Ch. 03 A/N: As always, you might want to check out the songs referenced throughout the text, I listened to them while writing that part of the story. Theoretically, they can create an appropriate ambience. That's my secret - blue balls and music. Written in hopes you enjoy it... * "So, who's Alice?" Hayleigh's question made a swirl in the steam above her coffee cup. This is where she starts to join the puzzle pieces, "she was my girlfriend." "Is she a demon too?" Silence was the best answer, "then... either you possessed a body like this... or... you're not ancient." His own cup of coffee suddenly seemed more interesting. Gabriel thought it funny, he didn't gain actual nourishment from food, but the tradition of talking over a cup of coffee added a warmth to the conversation that he enjoyed. Just like sleeping made him feel more human even if he didn't actually tire. Especially at this awkward moment, it was comforting. She sighed. Her hand reached out to him, "do you want to do something about it?" "I don't know if I can do anything about it," he furrowed his brow. Or dare to, "I can't read minds." "Well, you can go after her and see what happens. I could help you." He studied her face for a few seconds. She's willing to help me. And she looks at me with this... friendliness? Yet, she's not in love with me even after what happened. Smart girl. "Ok, in that case, I need to get close to her. This being a demon thing implies a lot of learning on the go. I think I get weaker if I'm not doing... what I'm supposed to." "What?" "Or, whom I'm supposed to do. Like you, for example." Awww, she can still blush. "So if you don't need me anymore, I think I'll be going. You know how to reach me, right?" He smiled and willed himself back to the demon world... and to Lucy. The world became pain. * * * "Were you happy playing the good little human?" Gabriel would've truthfully answered any question if the burning sensation in his eyes and soul would let up enough for him to think coherently. Lucy was lashing out at him using some unknown power that felt worse than anything he had yet experienced. "You stayed out there for more than a day! And that sappy sex, all slow and gentle and whispering in her ear! What the fuck do you think you are, her fairy boyfriend? Don't forget this." For the first time in minutes, Gabriel found his voice and screamed in pain. "Now, get out of my sight. I've spent more years restoring ancient rituals than you could imagine... and I'm not going to go through all of that just so you can go on a holiday and toy around like you're on a honeymoon." Before she was done speaking, he felt himself bound, and there was darkness. When he could think clearly again, he felt a sense of where he was. He didn't know if hell existed, but this was close enough. Vague feelings of self destruction hung in the air, despair lazily floated around him, anger and self pitying... he couldn't see a thing, but he could feel everything that was wrong with the world. * * * When light came again, the world was a confusing place. There was no logic at all. It was as if... as if... idle musings struck each other, a haze of unrelated ideas blocking any coherent line of thought. Something stirred. Sound. That's what it was. And this shape had a name... Lucy. She was speaking to him. To him! He was Gabriel. And Lucy didn't sound patient - she never did anymore. "So, off you go and don't die. I didn't bring you here just to die, you harvested good energy last time you were there. Now... Your girlfriend wants you back, but you better be quick about it. It seems this could be fun for you." He nodded. * * * Hey, he knew that melody... "Silent Love" by Joe Hisaishi. There were arms around him. He didn't remember being close to the pentacle. He didn't remember accepting any terms. In fact, he didn't remember anything at all. Gabriel looked up and saw Hayleigh staring back with evident concern. "I thought you'd never respond. You look... ill, or something. Is there anything you need?" "A witty retort." "I'm serious. I already know where Alice will be tonight. But you can't go out like this. Do you think you can change the way you look? Or feel?" He rose and stepped over to the mirror -- then recoiled in horror. The man he saw there had a few wisps of hair, sickly green spots all over his skin and eyes that were sunken, almost lifeless. His frame was somehow wider, as if he had been terribly thin and something had made him bloat up. He concentrated and found it very, very hard to maintain a different aspect. Had he been drained of everything he had gained last time with Hayleigh? "This is difficult for me. Do you think you can help me?" "Just say it." He forced a smile for both their sakes, nodded towards the nearest chair "lean back and open your legs." Gabriel's head was slowly clearing; he had not noticed before that Hayleigh was sporting a skirt like a catholic schoolgirl uniform. His smile became a bit less forced. She was waiting for him, her face the perfect expression of obedience. He kneeled with great effort and kissed her left knee. Her perfume drifted up to his nostrils. He kissed the inner part of her leg and started trailing kisses slowly up towards his prize. Hayleigh breathed in sharply as he bit her thigh. She smelled so good... but he needed to regain energy and he wasn't about to dive in and waste all her flavorful lust. He even found himself humming away as he started kissing her other knee and, once again, trailing towards her sex. Surprisingly, he had even lost track of the music when he'd seen his terrible condition; hearing it again now, he appreciated her effort to create a nice setting for his arrival. This looks delicious and... she shaved. She's in for the licking of a lifetime. He kissed her mound lovingly as her scent began to drive him mad. Her skin was soft and wet. Barely leaving his mouth, his tongue left a small path that went to her nether lips. Salty, just... feminine. An image came into his mind - shower sex, that's what she wanted. That had been nice but, right now, he wanted to taste her and he let it show. He kissed her pussy with a passion reserved for a lover not seen in a long time. Hayleigh moaned. He hummed against her skin and she squirmed in response. Gabriel began licking her velvety skin and working his way a little higher. He found her clit, small and begging for attention he didn't resist. He tried a horizontal tongue flick and she responded. He had forgotten to breathe and now, when he did, her arousal assaulted him. He started to lick her in earnest now. Her pussy was a canvas and he was about to paint his masterpiece using his tongue. Never missing a detail, not an inch, not even a single pore went unlicked as he frenzied all over her. Her moans became whimpers and her whimpers gave way to throaty sighs as he inserted a finger. Working the finger in and out, he tenderly began to suck on her clit, her juices and lust feeding him. He needed her to scream, not to sigh. He added a second finger, then a third. His mouth relentlessly worked, when he wasn't licking, he was sucking or kissing; he made obscene slurping sounds as he feasted on her. "...want you... in me..." He heard her plea, but she was close - she needed an orgasm. And, he needed her to cum even more than she did. He lowered his mouth; his tongue entered her pussy and started snaking around. His hand was busy drawing small circles on her clit. Her hips began bucking on their own accord and a small yelp escaped her lips as he doubled his efforts. His other hand lifted one of her legs and threw it across his back. She responded to his cue and wrapped her legs around his head; he didn't need to breathe and would make the best of it. Burying his face, he tried to get his tongue as deep as he could, his fingers busied themselves: one trailed random shapes on her clit, his other hand was squeezing her ass while his pinky was probing, waiting to gain access as soon as she relaxed her sphincter. He was coordinating far better than any human could've possibly done - hands, tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. He responded immediately to her breathing; when it slowed, he moved quicker, when she moaned, he intensified his actions. When she began to come, he didn't flinch and began lapping her juices for all they were worth. A small warmth began filling his spirit and encouraged him to maintain the rhythm. She could barely gasp or breathe at all. "...stop... tender..." But she was about to come again. Knowing that he, too, would gain energy from that orgasm, he furiously began to lick her up and down, his nails dug into her skin and he felt her pleasure and pain mingle. As more energy began to flow into him, her taste became even more addicting. His head turned constantly, making sure her pussy lips and clit didn't get all the attention. Her hands grasped his head and he maintained his pace. "...op..." Her nectar became sweeter, he breathed its scent in and started sucking on her clit again, his hands went back again to work into her... an even more powerful energy flowed from her and gave her taste a spice like he had never tasted and would never forget. He needed all of it... now. "...can't... please..." And he wouldn't stop. His world was a small one, it all was between her beautiful legs, all that he'd ever need could be found in there. And then, he tasted something that was somehow spiritual and he froze. Was he eating her alive? He looked up and her face was contorted in a way that defied description. Bliss. Despair. Lust. Weakness. "...thank... you..." Came her voice, though her eyes said 'why did you stop?'. "I... I'm sorry! I... you tasted so good... I..." For a moment, Lucy was there. Snapping his head to his left, he saw her with a smug grin on her face. Then, just as quickly, she vanished. That bitch almost starved me so I would kill Hayleigh. "It was good. But I... I need to sleep. Is that ok?" "Sure!" He carried her to her bed. His strength was back. She seemed almost weightless to him now that she had fed him. "She'll be tonight at... uhhh... what's that bar... near downtown, it has a green logo with white letters and a black door? He nodded. He didn't remember the name either, but he knew the place. Kissing her forehead lightly, he placed her bed's covers over her and headed towards the door. He stopped for a good look in the mirror. Alice had seen him already but... He made his eyes a very light honey color with green freckles. His hair took on a darker shade of brown, almost black. His nose sharpened a bit. He still looked quite like himself, yet, up close, anyone that knew him would've seen the differences immediately. Alice would recognize him as the man she saw fucking the teen senseless and she would think that she had wrongly assumed she'd seen Gabriel. He chose fashionable clothing and turned away from the mirror. Apparently Hayleigh had summoned him for Alice's sake, so he knew exactly where she was once he set his mind on it. He had no money. Well, he'd walk there. * * * The bar had a very lively crowd that night. A local band was well into their repertoire of original and cover songs, apparently a band called Genki Rockets had a song called "Touch Me" and they were giving it a twist. He looked straight to where he knew Alice would be and glimpsed her between Bertha and Michelle, her best friends. The way they talked to her and the forced cheery aspect of the whole thing reeked of a cheer-up girls' night out. Alice was barely answering and absent-mindedly nodding at their inane banter. Michelle had definitely done some kind of diet and exercise, her body looked far better than last time he'd seen her. Bertha was still the heaviest of them all, apparently she still had her undeniable charm; in the end, any of the three friends could walk out of the room with a man if they so desired. Gabriel went straight to the bartender and ordered the local concoction -- some weird variation of a martini. He'd find a way to get money by the time he needed to pay for it. He put on his best apathetic, "fuck off" face and stood where the lighting from the stage would reach him, pretending to watch the singer. Now, he'd wait. First, Michelle noticed him. She looked at him surprised for a moment and then appreciatively. He couldn't know what she was thinking, but he imagined that if she wasn't busy comforting Alice, she might try her moves on him. He could feel her confused lust directed to him. She muttered something to Bertha and, as Bertha stole a look in his direction, she reacted in much the same way. Good. He slipped away into the shadows nearby and didn't look back in their direction. Soon, Alice appeared nearby. He thought her friends had sent her to get drinks hoping that she'd see him; so he turned towards her partially, and nursed his drink. It was too sweet, but that wasn't important right now. He slid a bit closer and turned a bit more. The moment her eyes met his, she stopped dead in her tracks. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled at her, as if inviting her to tell him why would she look at him like that. "Sorry. You look like someone else..." "Maybe I'm him. My name's Chris. Hi." "I'm Alice. I... you really do look like him." After a few more awkward comments, she disappeared back to her chair. He played the waiting game, eyeing her cautiously and seeing her take a big gulp from her drink. Since she wasn't big on alcohol, that meant she was building courage... "Hey, Chris? Would you come over? I've got two friends and you don't seem to be expecting anyone..." Bingo. After the pleasantries with Michelle and Bertha, the conversation sparked away and he saw more than once that Alice nervously shifted her bangs from one side to the other. Good. He feigned interest in Michelle, but whenever Alice spoke, he gazed at her intensely, so intensely that she had to look away. She must be sure he was the guy she caught having sex with that girl... So if I redirect her lust... "We don't normally hang out here, but, hey, the bass player is a good friend of mine..." Michelle offered and Gabriel took her lust and infused it into Alice. Normally she wouldn't have a one night stand. But with the single drink she had and with enough lust, maybe she'd change her rules this time. Alice shot up in her seat and eyed him as if weighing her options. "So, what do you do?" I fuck girls to within an inch of death, are you interested? Bertha had sensed the brief silence and broke it before it could linger uncomfortably with a smile. "This is where it gets awkward, then," here goes nothing, "I'm part of a video producing firm... for the adult entertainment industry." Yeah, not too far from the truth. "So, you... um... do auditions for actresses or something?" "Nothing like that, I get the locations, cars, get the people who build props... are you sure you want to hear about this?" ...and seal it with a smile! The conversation flowed nicely, laughter was not scarce and comments were getting more and more daring with each passing minute. Every now and then, he took Michelle's lust and transferred it directly into Alice, without skipping a beat as they spoke. Before they noticed, Bertha had gone to the ladies' room and stayed for a while, so Michelle excused herself but insisted that Alice stay to keep "Chris" company. The next time Alice said something, he rested his hand on her knee in a very friendly manner, but it had the reaction he expected. As they talked, he moved closer to her until he was an inch from her face and the conversation died. She was thinking, and thinking hard. Before she could have any doubts, he cautiously closed the last distance between them and planted a soft kiss on her lips. At last, Gabriel had a clear image in his mind. She wanted him... at her place... now. "So... do you want to listen to them a bit more? I could use some fresh air." "Sure, let me get Bertha and Michelle so we can pay." It seemed that both ladies had already covered their expenses and had left. Convenient. Once outside the bar, she fidgeted nervously before speaking up. "I... well, I was wondering... oh, gosh. This isn't normal for me. So here I am, trying to fight away the embarrassment but I can't! And now I AM blabbering away instead of getting to the point. The point being, you know... Well, if you..." "Yes." Let's not make it harder than it is. "But... But I haven't finished speaking." "I can see what you're getting at. I want to... very much." Thankfully, cabs weren't scarce near the bar. * * * She didn't remember closing the door behind them, once they were in her apartment, she was too busy trying to subdue his tongue with her own. Kissing him wasn't like it had been with Gabriel. She was nervous and it showed; she hated herself for looking so frail while doing something she chose to do. His skin felt warm against hers. Alice's lips trembled with excitement. Maybe this will help me get over him, finally. Maybe Michelle and Bertha are right. His eyes, nose and overall appearance weren't the same, but every now and then, she could swear she saw Gabriel's sway in the way Chris walked. If any man could help her get over it, it was him. And she was willing to try. There was something about Chris, she couldn't put her finger on it, but she was so aroused since they talked. Nobody had ever made her feel that way, she didn't remember the last time she needed sex. This time, it really was something her body demanded. It needed to explore every inch of this stranger and she wouldn't deny that she was curious. She began unbuttoning his shirt after kissing his throat. Her neighbors were probably having sex; they had Down Low's "Lovething" blasting at maximum volume as they always did when they finally managed to fuck. They sure loved routine. Her eyes fumbled with one of the buttons on his shirt and he couldn't wait any more. He reached to help her, but his fingers failed too as she licked his throat and breathed on it. "Fuck this", he grabbed his shirt firmly and pulled forcefully, sending two buttons flying in random directions. He had a nice torso, but he didn't seem in the mood to flaunt it. He simply discarded the garment and pressed her head against his neck. She tentatively bit it and received a shudder as payment. Making the most of the little pause forced by his shudder, she lifted her blouse over her head and when the fabric covered her eyes, she felt wetness on the top of her breasts. He was licking the top of them, just above her bra. Hugging her, he pulled her tight and didn't allow any movement from her as he took advantage of her position. When she managed to get rid of her blouse, she pushed him back. She undid her underwear before he had any chance to protest; taking her panties off while leaving her black skirt on. Then she opened her arms again, beckoning him. She's definitely into it. He started by kissing all around her breasts before spiraling in toward her nipples. "Last door. That's my room." He didn't need any more instructions. He picked her up, making sure she locked her legs against his back and carried her to her room. Gabriel deposited her on the bone-colored linens of her soft bed and resumed his work. Kissing his way down, he fought against her skirt's button using only his teeth. After two attempts, it gave in and he pulled it down, his maneuver made easier by Alice, who lifted her hips to help him out. He quickly got out of his own clothing. She was almost there, but he knew that she would get off with further foreplay when they were both nude. Gabriel climbed on top of her and saw her hesitate. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 03 "The condoms are--" "Shhhhh," and he lifted his finger from her lips, "not yet." He lowered himself on her, making sure his penis didn't threaten to penetrate her and kissed her without holding back. His hands caressed her sides while doing this, knowing she liked the weight over her... or perhaps not; she was turning him over. They began to tussle, he'd be on top of her and would decide the kind of treatment she'd receive under him. Then she would roll on top and take control, exploring his body at her leisure. This went on long enough for the song to repeat itself at least three times (why didn't her neighbors have a longer playlist?) before they could both be aware of her wetness already smeared onto him. Yet again on top of him, she stopped. Alice looked into his eyes and didn't need any words. She reached across his chest and searched for something inside a drawer, stretching so she could maintain the feeling of his cock positioned dangerously close to her slit. She handed him a condom and adjusted her position above him so he was pointing straight at her pussy lips. "I'm a demon, I can't get you sick or pregnant," didn't seem like a rational thing to say at the moment, so... he unrolled it and felt the slick material around him. She guided him with one hand, the other opening her nether lips to give him better access. As soon as the first inch went into her, she sighed. It had been too long. She always thought of sex as a secondary thing... until she had it inside of her. Alice gyrated her hips a little while descending, impaling herself in a slow process of adaptation of their bodies. Inch after slow inch slid inside of her, she'd stop every now and then, lift her body a bit and then descend further, making each fraction seem to last an eternity. The first penetration would set the mood for the rest of the act, she savored how his member twitched inside of her every time her pussy contracted against the invasion. She needed that invader as deep as it could go. She supported her weight on his chest; he responded by taking one of her hands and placing it against his face. She caressed his features, feeling his hot breath going though her fingers. His teeth closed around her pinky, biting on it lightly. She leaned further forward until he got the hint; his other hand caressed her milky white breasts. They weren't as sensitive as others, but the way they felt in his hands was absolutely luxurious. Gabriel started working on them as he felt her pussy envelop him further. If she was thinking she'd run the show, he'd let her... for now. He needed to have his mouth busy as she filled herself up with him, so he took a breast into his mouth and started sucking away. Her breathing became faster and she lowered her self again, until she felt him bottom out in her. She started back up but changed her mind halfway out and returned to feeling his skin against her mound. This initiated a series of short movements that only made the best of half his length in and out of her. Her panting began at the same time. His length had a single adjective: perfect. Big enough to make her tingle with every movement he made, but not enough to hurt, and wide enough to fill her up, but not so that it'd be uncomfortable. She descended again and didn't go back up; instead, she started grinding her hips against him, reveling in the feeling of a hard cock inside of her, touching right where she needed it, and right how she needed it. Before she knew what hit her, she tensed up and simply came. She didn't whimper, scream, or moan... she just had an orgasm out of the blue. It wasn't a mind-shattering orgasm, but it was unexpected and shook her, leaving her stunned for a few seconds. It was more than enough time for him to roll on top of her and began doing things his way. He wasn't brutal, but he couldn't be thought of as a delicate lover. He began shoving himself inside of her, trying to make her obtain pleasure out of him, if she felt any pain, he seemed sure that the pleasure would be greater and worth the time. Even after her freak orgasm, she was far from fulfilled - strange for her. She decided that if 'Chris' was already there, she would make the most of it. Instead of letting herself be taken as she usually did, she began to buck her hips back. It was the first time she'd ever done anything like that and it took her a while to synchronize her thrust with his strokes. By the time she got the gist of it, the pleasure seemed to be unbearable and-- he changed the pace. That set her further back instead of triggering her true orgasm and she hated him for it. Alice worked hard to match his rhythm... and he altered it yet again. She understood what he wanted - a buildup so intense that, when she came, she would cum hard. Confidence building in her, she began fucking back, trying to force him to match her pace. For a second it seemed to work, his thrusts corresponded to hers, she felt him sliding inside her and they both moved as one. But he whispered something, added more strength to the way he drove into her and started to fuck her into submission. She could've given up, rather than feeling as if an orgasm would free her of her maddening situation, it felt as if it would plunge her into a reality where only his cock would matter and she'd be happy to live for it alone. She no longer wanted to cum, she wanted to be fucked forever. Judging by the way he slowed down, maybe he did want to fuck her forever. She wouldn't complain. He said something. She kept moving. He started pummeling his cock into her and repeated whatever he'd said before, Alice forced herself to pay attention. "I said, scream if you need to." "I... can't." "You will." As if motivated by this, he lifted his torso a bit, took both her hands and pinned them down on the mattress. Gabriel's hips took a life of his own and started moving fast. Too fast to be real or human. Her breath began to come out in short gasps, and then, a bit of sound came with them. She thanked whoever had thought of adding lubricant to condoms. Chris was going in and out almost blindingly quick and she knew she'd be sore the next day. Against her will, her body gave in and she moaned out loud. Hearing herself react that way to a stranger stuffing her full of cock made her feel dirty. And finally, she got past the guilty feelings that told her sex was filthy. If this was wrong, she wanted him to wrong her brains out. And for the first time ever, she screamed in pleasure, releasing all the need that had been pent up during her imprisonment. She had been holding herself back, but it'd be the last time. If she needed to scream and felt like a whore for it, she'd feel like the dirtiest, happiest whore as long as he continued punishing her with such delights. When she screamed, Gabriel was overtaken by her lust. As a demon, he got stronger with anything that involved temptations, but this unleashing was too much for him; something snapped inside of him and the world became a blur. He thought he felt himself come. * * * When he was able to focus his eyes again, he was relieved to see that she was still breathing. The last time he had lost control, he'd almost killed someone. He looked around. Alice was moaning like he had never heard her, being fucked doggy style had always gotten her off nicely and that hadn't changed, judging by her gasps. He saw a discarded, used condom on the floor. And he felt sex way better... he noticed that she was lubricating too much. Or maybe... with a glimpse, he saw that he was fucking her without any protection and she felt very, very lubricated. He inhaled deeply. The room reeked of cum. He had already filled her up with his cum at least once, but judging by the array of her bed and the film of sweat on her skin, it hadn't been a single time. Her hair was a mess, his legs felt weak, but they had both gone into a fucking frenzy and-- was that a bite mark? Her back was covered with them. Had he bitten her that many times? That hard? She even had two or three red hand prints as if from nasty spanking. Gabriel worried. He didn't stop fucking her, but he eased up a bit - thinking carefully without stopping. He'd need to be mad to stop the sensations rising from his rock hard cock through the rest of his body. She definitely had been made to be a sexual animal and had resisted that destiny for all these years. But what had happened to him? He always had been a very salacious man, but he considered himself a "vanilla sex" kind of person. He had never spanked someone for real until he had sex with Hayleigh. After becoming a demon, maybe there was something dark, untold that transformed him into that. He had never gotten off by harming anyone and yet, he had almost killed Hayleigh. And, even if Alice seemed to enjoy his actions, he knew he had injured her. The demon known as Gabriel stopped in mid thrust. He pulled out. A hoarse voice - she's probably been screaming; hopefully in pleasure and not in pain - asked him the logical question, "why... are you... stopping?" Instead of gracing her question with an answer, he turned her over so they'd be back to the missionary position. He concentrated on the last time he and Alice had enjoyed a night of passion and he tried to replicate it. They always had the same kind of sex when it was really intense and born of feelings rather than physical needs. Tenderly, he penetrated her. She gasped as if it were the first time he made her his. He propped his weight on his elbows and with one hand began stroking the nape of her neck, the other hand roamed across her chest, as if trying to erase the bite marks wherever it touched. His movements became slow, deep and sensuous. As if acting on a cue, he mentally played "Once" by Felicia Sorenson; it was their song. Not the one they'd dance on their wedding if they ever did so, but rather the one they heard the first time they made love rather than had sex. It had become their private song and whenever one hummed it, the other one would smile, sharing their secret. Her arms wrapped around him. One around his back, the other one went down to his lower back, as if controlling the pace, but pressing him against her, trying to get him as far inside as he'd go. Instead of a scream, she breathed in passionately. His breath answered in the same language. Their bodies flowed in the embrace, he didn't thrust or drill into her, he moved like the ocean during a high tide, rising and lowering fluidly; Alice responded to his movements by becoming one with him, every now and then pressing her hips against his as they selflessly gave pleasure to each other, receiving being far back in their minds. If lovemaking was ever to be considered an art, they'd be true artists. He felt his cock caress her from the inside, rather than just pleasure her. She grasped him every time he hit that spot that needed more attention. He twitched inside her, she shuddered. They felt their orgasm rising, but didn't speed up. They both knew that they were going to savor the moment and not force it. She called his name out. It all felt so natural. Moonlight caressed their bodies, the wind carried her moans of pleasure, it just seemed so right... Her need became more evident, she wasn't moving quicker, but every time he went in to the hilt, her pussy contracted as if not wanting to let go. He obliged and pressed against her rather than moving in and out. It was strong but considerate. She moaned his name again. He pressed his lips against her cheek and gave her an affectionate nibble like he used to. His hand behind her head pressed her against him even tighter, he could feel she was close to orgasming and he wanted to feel every second of it. Barely moving his hips, he tried to go even deeper. If it wasn't possible, she'd feel him trying, at least. Her moans became slow, sexy sighs of pleasure and, if he kept this up, she'd cum soon. Against his better judgement, he began humming the part where the song said "I will follow you". It was the signal her body was waiting for. She went tense, her pussy closed around him and her orgasm began. She started riding through it, blissfully unaware of the world. She didn't go limp after a few seconds, she was still breathing deeply and he realized that he wouldn't last much longer if she kept at it. He almost choked as he whispered her name tenderly into her ear. He felt himself tense and his cock spurted once inside of her, then again and again. She lifted her hips, trying to make sure not one drop escaped her. "Yes..." it was half a whisper accompanied by her arms wrapping around him tightly... Just as her orgasm was done, she went limp. More than asleep, she seemed out cold. It was just then that Gabriel realized that the name she spoke in throes of passion hadn't been 'Chris'. Gabriel didn't see the tears rolling down her cheeks, his own eyes were stinging as he saw her for the last time. She'd find the note the next day. Alice, it was me. I needed to say goodbye somehow. I needed to let you know that you shouldn't feel guilty about anything. Also, know that even if I can't be with you, I'll be watching from where I am. I always was, wasn't I? Be happy, for me... and for you. Please. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't poetic, but it was him in a note saying goodbye. * * * Absent-mindedly singing "Que ya viví, que te vas" from Silvio Rodríguez, Gabriel thought hard on his way back to his summoner's house. Either he would stop Lucy from torturing him, or he'd need to find a way to stop being under her control. His time with Hayleigh and Alice had given him strength, but he wasn't nearly as powerful or knowledgeable as Lucy. He needed to investigate, to become stronger, to resist the inner calling of evil that had been implanted when he stopped being human. He couldn't do it alone, but he had done right by leaving Alice. She didn't need to be in the midst of something that was absolutely foreign to her. Gabriel wouldn't lament his own new condition. He had made a hasty, stupid choice, deluded by lust and a beautiful woman. He needed to be strong, not to mull over his misery. There weren't any manuals to guide him, he needed to find his own way. An idea struck him - a terrible idea that would involve a depraved, evil act. But he couldn't think of a better plan. The act that made him a demon had been evil. He didn't know if it was reversible, but his gut told him it wasn't. It all came to a vicious circle of wicked deeds. His hunches were his most powerful guidance since he had changed. The more he thought of it, the more he was repulsed, but didn't see another choice. It all came back to the same problem: he needed to do part of it alone, but the preparations required someone else. Gabriel felt devastated that he had no alternatives. If he couldn't do it alone, then..? Hayleigh was woken by a sound on her window. She was about to until she saw the slender but athletic figure creeping in. He'd say it, he wouldn't lie to Hayleigh. He'd tell her the whole plan and hope that she would help him. Out of what? Friendship based on him taking her virginity? But he didn't have anyone else, and, being honest, if she did say yes, he could hardly think of a better companion for this. Maybe trying to be honest and maintain a few virtues would keep him from becoming the monster Lucy already was. "Hey, Gabriel, care to join me?" Her small arm lifted the covers and showed him the way to sharing her bed with him. "Wouldn't want anything else." He settled in, hugged her from behind and tried to sleep. * * * "I'm in," there was not a hint of doubt in Hayleigh's voice. "I was expecting a bit more of reluctance or shock at my plan." "I'm in." Ok, she's not comfortable enough to tell me why, change the subject. "So, how did you know Alice would be there?" "First of all, you should know that there's this thing I can do... I read people." She breathed in, as if trying to gain enough air to finish her explanation in a single breath. "All I need is to know someone and I can drop hints or being sneaky with this kind of stuff. I can easily make things happen by simply mentioning them to the right person at the right time. I'm usually not gawked at by anyone when I have sex," you've barely begun to have sex, Hayleigh... "so her face was etched in my memory. I eventually managed to 'bump' into her doing laundry and made small talk, like only two girls can. She's nice! Anyway, after sharing a few experiences - by the way, she did a good job pretending that she didn't remember me, but she got a little nervous when I delved into a' one night stand' I had -- That's when she brought up the girls' night out she was planning. She liked the club well enough and everything, but she wasn't sure if she should be going. Her spirit wasn't in it and such..." "Cunning girl." "I know," she smiled with feigned cockiness, "anyway. I convinced her to go. I told her that even if she wasn't all hyped about it, her friends would feel better thinking they were helping her somehow. She didn't say why was she sad, but... She really cared for you." "And that's why I can't go back." "I don't get it." "'Hey, babe, I died but I'm back. We can't marry and have a family as we had talked about once or twice because now I'm a demon. And, I can't really stay in this realm forever, you have to summon me. Oh, also, be careful when we have sex, because I could fuck you to death... "'Did I tell you I died because I cheated on you with a demon and now I need even more sex than before?' I'm not sure that's a killer sales pitch." "You had a girlfriend and you had sex with a demon?" "She doesn't have a much of a sex drive. I do. And, I didn't know what I was getting into. I summoned the demon because deep inside I didn't believe it would work." "Who is this demon?" "I... I really can't talk about this," Gabriel even looked over his shoulder. Because I'm not sure if by doing so I get her attention or anything, Lucy seems to work with a very different set of rules compared to mine. I can almost read minds, but she... "it's not safe." "So, I dismiss you and call you back when it's all ready?" "No, don't call me until you're sure this worked. Remember how you almost died? I'm not taking any chances." She uttered the dismissal words. * * * There was no pain, which made Gabriel even more cautious. Lucy wasn't anywhere to be found. The question hit him right then - how come he never saw any other demons? He couldn't have been the only one to fall for such an offer. Even if she killed the other ones she converted, it'd be very strange to be the only one. It didn't made any sense. Perhaps... "I'm not sure how should I punish you this time; or even if I should. Sure, it was a pathetic display, making love to Alice," she spat the name, "but what happened before that, you made me proud." "You lied to me." "Well, you were thinking with your cock instead of your head, I made the offer and you didn't even think once that I, a demon, might be dishonest. Now, I just had a frustrating exchange with an old scholar and I think I'd rather fuck you than punish you." Gabriel couldn't move, she had done something to him. Or, maybe in this realm she had powers beyond his. Whatever the reason, she advanced towards him... When he was finally released from his bonds he was close to mental collapse. If he had been in any physical form, his limbs would've been nearly torn apart, his torso would've been bleeding profusely from the many cuts, bites and things he couldn't identify or remember clearly. His cock would've just been rendered as unusable. But this wasn't a physical realm and his 'body' didn't project any of that. It'd only look terrible if he was summoned back before he could regain some energy. If nourished enough with the "sacrifice", it'd look pretty normal. He wished his mind could erase it just the same. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 03 He couldn't help but brood. In that vast, empty whiteness where time wasn't felt, he became lost. * * * Gabriel felt a supernatural tug. How it felt reminded him of "The Face of God", a song by HIM. It was not a small touch like he felt when Hayleigh had summoned him, but rather as if someone was yanking him. A kind of lust he had never felt before called out to him. It gave him the creeps somehow. He allowed himself to be pulled back to the physical realm. As the world began to become clearer, he noticed that he wasn't in a house. There were no candles, nor anything resembling the usual magical environment used for summoning. He was in the woods. It was very dark. There were a few silhouettes. More than six, if he saw correctly, perhaps seven. There was a girl in a blanket where his summoning sign was. The pull was so strong there had to be a massive surge of lust in the air. Something was very, very wrong. When he could hear what was happening he was dismayed. There was laughter... and screams. She was in pain... raped. When he realized what was happening, he was the personification of wrath. He bared his teeth as if he had fangs and felt his body change, adapting to the material plane of existence. He didn't care how he looked, there'd be no mercy. As enough bodily fluids were deposited on the fabric that bore the pentacle, he knew the world was ready to house him, a demon, again. This time he wouldn't be a playful lust. He manifested himself and hell was unleashed on that small part of Earth. The laughter went away and all that remained were screams. * * * He almost flew back to Hayleigh's apartment, he knocked on the door and waited. As the door began to open, he almost forced it the rest of the way. Taking a huge gulp of air for his rant... "Gabriel?!" He froze. It was Hayleigh's mother, her face showing fear for a few seconds and then concern. "Are you okay? My God, there's blood all over you... your clothes are... what happened?" "I got mugged by a group of teens. They were unarmed and I thought I'd fight back. Can I come in?" Not the best lie ever, but his situation gave him a good supporting environment. "My God," she repeated, "sure, come in. You know where the living room is. Hayleigh's not home yet. Let me get you some clothes and-- Mark! Mark! Come downstairs!" She busied herself getting the garments she had promised. As she re-entered the living room, she was followed by a man that had the same eyes as Hayleigh - her father, then. By that time, he had mentally rehearsed a more complete lie. He convinced Hayleigh's parents not to call the police, as his declaration would be useless. He wasn't sure if they were four or more, they were wearing oversized hoodies, so he didn't see their faces, he assumed they were teenagers by their voices. It had happened near the biggest high school, almost opposite to the park where he had been summoned and close enough to Hayleigh's house, she was the first person he could think of when the teens ran away. One or two had lost a few teeth, he had lost his wallet and always covered his face (which was why he didn't appear injured), but he was sure he got a good kicking when they took him down. Still, he didn't think he was badly hurt. "Gabriel, you shouldn't have fought back, what were you thinking?" Mark was definitely a nice guy. Overall, Hayleigh had a good family and they seemed very concerned about his well-being. "I'm sorry we meet under these circumstances, but go ahead, take a hot bath, you'll feel better. He did as he was bid. He exited the shower, got himself dressed and went towards the living room. "...good night, Patrick!" "Hayleigh, sweetie, your friend Gabriel came, he's--" "Hey, there." Hayleigh spun and saw her parents flanking Gabriel, both looking concerned. She was about to ask what was he doing there, but then she took a good look at him. He had one of her dad's shirts buttoned halfway up, his somewhat long hair was disheveled, almost dripping wet, his cheeks rosy with the flush of hot water. Overall, he was looking like some kind of cologne model, the kind that appeared fashionably wet and not completely groomed up, but sexy in their own way. I'm so fucking him as soon as they go back upstairs... «Let's go to your room, then. We'll see who ends up fucking whom.» Did he just read her mind and then project an answer? Wasn't he unable to know what others thought? "Hayleigh, hun?" Her father seemed worried about her. She realized she had stood there unmoving and not responding to anything they had said. "Um, yes... I... what happened with Gabriel? How come you're all here?" "Look, we're going upstairs, got to work tomorrow early, so I'm off to bed. Gabriel, if you need anything, please let me know." "Sure thing, Mark, thanks." Now they were all friendly with Gabriel? What the hell? He began with his story and her mother brought them milk before heading upstairs, also offering her help if it was needed. As soon as they were out of hearing range, he whispered dangerously low. He was not happy. "Did you set up that gang rape?" "What?" She was truly outraged, if he thought she had... "Well, you summoned me to where six guys were raping this girl... I'm not going to say out loud what I did. Only know they're dead and I helped the poor girl get to her house. So, how did you manage to get a summoning sign to a place where they, coincidentally enough, raped someone?" "How dare you think I'd do that?" She breathed in slowly, "it was Steve. This guy I met in high school. He was hot. He thought he was the last fish in the sea - and a majestic one, at least in his own mind. So we started hanging out for a day and he wanted to have sex... at school... after talking with me for one day. Fat chance." Gabriel looked at her intently, his eyes not so accusing anymore. "He would've raped me if a random teacher hadn't appeared just in time. Ever since then, he'd drop hints of me getting what I deserved for being such a stuck-up bitch. He'd brag about doing that to other girls and being immune to any punishment, his father being a high-standing judge who thought him completely innocent. That was my freshman year. I watched my back and waited for his threats to fade away. They did, he got one of my classmates instead, and nothing was done, just as he predicted. No evidence, no one to back anything she would've said. Of course, she didn't say anything, she didn't even mention it. But I knew because he told me. It just got worse; he started hanging out with others like him and he whispered in classes of what they did. Every now and then he'd say I'd get it, but not so much as before. "After graduation I didn't know anything of him, but I knew he wouldn't have just become a regular guy. So I used Facebook, followed him for a day or two and then attached an anonymous letter to his windshield. He may have not believed in magic, but the possibilities I offered were too tempting. I knew it was a matter of weeks or days before they tried it. They've been doing this for years, whatever happened to them, I'm sure they deserved it." I calmed down, now, "I'm not sure they did." "They did." Dead end conversation again. A few torturous minutes passed as they looked at each other, each of them contemplating what they had done. It was unbearable for him, so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. "So, who's Patrick?" "Oh... He's a friend." "You're dating? Did he get lucky?" "We're not. He would have if he had tried it." He felt a pang of jealousy. So, now you think of Hayleigh as your woman? Good one, Gabriel. You also feel that way about Alice. You're allowed to have more than one but she's not? That's hardly fair. "He was very unsure of what to do. I mean, he's good looking and all, but--" "I don't want to know." She slightly curved her lips up. She knew exactly what that meant. "So, what are you suggesting?" "I'm hungry. Let's go to your room..." "Oh, what are you planning to do there?" She was being needlessly coy. After what he had just done, he needed to feel somewhat normal again. He assaulted her with his trademark wave of lust. «I'll fuck you so good you won't think of anything but my cock when you touch yourself. Or when you are in class... or when you go shopping... or when you breathe...» "Is that right? I dare you to live up to your word." * * * As was becoming customary, she plugged in the sound system quickly and chose a playlist that she reserved for having sex. Hayleigh went to her window and made sure the curtains were covering every inch of visible space. What would happen there was for him and her, nobody else. She was already thinking ahead of time with her music playlist - "Don't Be Afraid" by Elissa Fiorillo. Hayleigh was wearing a black blouse with a kind of colored pattern on it. Gabriel was staring intently at her breasts but doing nothing. "Ummm, so..?" "Well, I just wanted to know if I could think your clothes away," not that I mind laying my hands on you to take it off... She lifted a hand with a clear "stop" gesture. Hayleigh walked over to the bed where they - among other places - had sex the last time he was summoned. He noticed that the covers were clean, yet, they were the striped ones, alternating a white horizontal line with another colorful one. The ones she had on her bed when he took her virginity. First, she slowly lifted her blouse and anchored the lower part with her chin, giving him a clear view of an immaculate white bra that didn't hide the tempting shape and size of her breasts. Deciding to enjoy the show, Gabriel sat back. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans and opened her fly a bit, allowing him to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He was horny but hadn't shown it so far, but his body reacted instantly to that. After faking deliberation, Hayleigh lifted her blouse over her head and let it fall to the floor. She turned around and placed her hands on the bed, swaying her hips slowly to Fiorillo's smoky voice. The loose jeans lost terrain with each small movement, within a few seconds, they lost the battle completely and slid to the floor. Hayleigh bent over and presented her ass to him. Instead of telling her that she was perfect in more ways he could count, he just started sending wisps of lust towards her. He didn't try to read her mind, he'd rather be surprised by her. "You know what? Fuck this. I really wanted to keep on teasing you in the beginning, but I had already started to imagine what I'd do to you before starting my little show, and now I can't hold back... come help me." He undid her bra clasp, even though it clung to her body stubbornly, he started massaging her breasts. He couldn't get enough of them... or her ass... or her pussy. He could fuck her into a coma if they weren't careful enough, so he kept himself in check as he mentally got rid of his shirt and pressed his torso against her back. Her skin was deliciously warm, "I don't know what makes me hornier right now... the fact that you tried to tempt me--and succeeded, or that you left the door unlocked and they could walk in at any second." She bolted upright and dove for the door. He had locked it. And now, he was smiling at her. She only glared at him. That smug bastard. If he weren't this hot, I wouldn't tolerate such crap from him. «I can still hear you. Thank you, I didn't know you found me this attractive. Now, come here...», both were smiling. He guided her back to the bed and made her bend over like before and then trailed his fingertips lightly on the back of her neck. He read her mind for a second. He whispered with his sexiest voice, "first... I will lick you until you're ready to cum but I won't let you..." His monologue was interrupted for a few light kisses on her back and the nape of her neck, "when you are about to lose your mind I'll fuck you... If you beg for my cock, we'll do it your way. If you don't, I'll make the calls of how we do this... you should know," he wrapped his arms around her waist again. This time he slowly moved them up to cup her perfect breasts, pinched her nipples through the bra fabric, then, finally, took it off, "I can read your mind now... and you want to be spanked. I'm surprised, I thought last time you had enough..." He bent her over further and began punishing her, being careful not to lose control but also trying to turn her ass a nice shade of red. After what he had done, he didn't consider himself a big fan of smacking asses till they got red, but then again, the way she started moaning and hissing with every breath was turning him on more than he dared to admit. "Lift your ass. Higher... that's good." Gabriel placed both hands on her ass cheeks and kneaded them softly, he kissed one random spot and then another, as if trying to kiss the pain away. After a few seconds of this, he pulled his face away, lowered it, stuck out his tongue and leisurely gave her one clean, slow lick from her clit, all the way up to her ass. "Oh... God yes... oh yes..." Her breathing was fast already, he saw that it was unnecessary to fool around, but he'd keep his promise. She wouldn't cum just yet. His ministrations were performed like the perfect worker, with not a single wasted movement. If his fingers changed place, it was to caress her tender flesh. If his tongue went up, it'd lick up to the point she'd react in some way. He loved how vocal she was this time, he didn't have to read her mind, as long as she kept it that way. "So fucking good..." She was getting close, therefore, there was one thing he could do. He began to furiously lap up and down, obscene sounds being repeated over and over as his tongue tried to enter her and then went out. Fucking her with his tongue, he began to hear her telltale moaning of his name over and over. Making her cum would've been good, but that was not what she'd get from him today. Not yet. Withdrawing his tongue, he began to massage her pussy lips with his fingers, clearly avoiding her clit, keeping her worked up but not allowing her to climax. Gabriel planted the occasional kiss on her nether lips, just enough to keep her on edge. "Oh, Gabriel... oh Gabriel..." there was frustration in her tone. But, she would not ask. He gave her one last torturously slow licking while deciding how he should fuck her. First, he wiggled his tongue around her clit, and then made his way up, ever so slowly. Her swollen lips glistened with a mixture of his saliva and her juices. He licked them clean as he continued up. Right before getting all the way up, he stopped his travel but continued pressing his tongue against her skin; he thought he heard her say something, "hmm?" "I... I said... please..." Hayleigh could feel his lips purse up in a smile, the contact of his skin had driven her wild that night. She hadn't felt comfortable enough to make an overt invitation to Patrick that night and he had failed to read the subtle messages, she had been frustrated enough when she got home to find this man waiting for her and she'd beg if necessary. Her pride wasn't a priority at the moment; his cock was the most important thing for her right now. "Please what?" It was fun to make her plead, but harder than he thought it would be. His body was aching to plunge into her, he needed the exact mixture of the soft, wet and velvety sensation that her pussy gave him. He'd been in others before, but hers was tighter and just... she felt lust in a more raw way. She was his goddess, one that would've been too overtly sexual and feral to be in any culture, but she was his. He'd given her the appropriate worshipping. She didn't feel the need to say one word more than necessary to make him do what she wanted. Instead of continuing to plead, she needed to convince him at once. Every second without him filling her was torture. "Please... please fuck me... I need you inside me... Give me your cock..." He had to fight every instinct that would've turned him into the full-fledged menace that would've fucked her to death. Instead he managed to stay under control, let out a simple, "ok," and peeled his foreskin back. With his hands, he opened her lips so there was no unnecessary friction and slid all the way in, leaving not an inch outside of her. They both grunted in satisfaction. He pounded her from behind without any further ado, going as fast as he could and holding on to her hips as if they meant his life while he fucked her like an animal. For a few seconds. Then he pulled out. "Sorry. Sorry. I had said that it'd be your way if you pleaded," he backed away, trying to find a good spot on the bed to sit on. And she was utterly silent. The look of lust and frustration on her face made him almost cringe; maybe pulling out at that moment hadn't been his brightest idea. With both hands she pushed him forcefully to the bed, her need making her actions a little violent. She straddled him; with one hand she took his dick and unceremoniously stuffed unprotected pussy with it. "Oh, yes..." her hands were now firmly attached to his chest, almost clawing him as she moved her hips with a bestial need, feeling her body tingle with the desperation of a woman that had her orgasm denied. Her breasts swayed back and forth near his face. He couldn't reach up and touch them because she was holding him firmly to the bed and needed his body as leverage. Since he was a demon, he just hoped she wouldn't freak out as he elongated his tongue an inch or two so he'd reach the sensitive nipples that drove him mad every time. Hayleigh responded with a hissing sound of primal satisfaction and bounced on his cock like her life depended on it. She was fucking him selfishly, using his naked dick to please herself and getting the satisfaction of forcing him to moan as she took her prize from his very willing body. The humping sound of the bed against the wall seemed to cheer them on. Her pussy spasmed once or twice and he looked down. It was just wrong; her shaven body looked too good, the way her hips mashed against his, how she was sweating, the perfect curve of her breasts and the sounds she made. It was unfair for others that such a woman existed. But he didn't give a damn. It was his cock she was milking and it felt good. Right then, she was his woman and he'd keep his word of making her addicted to him. The sounds of their lovemaking would've put any porn movie to shame, mostly because they weren't an act for anyone. The demon was lust made flesh and didn't care if anyone heard, he wanted to make her have an orgasm like she's never had before and he'd do anything to make sure it happened. Her moans and sighs were the answer to his actions, they came freely from her, like only a woman who can give herself to her desires can. Since her rhythm was very, very erratic, he had to read her mind. She was about to sway a bit to the left and twist her hips. Within a fraction of a second, he adjusted his body to the incoming, beautiful woman and thrust at the necessary angle to please her. He could actually feel his dick reach further than it had before and he gasped. She screamed. He made one wild, silent warning, opening his mouth and pointing to a wall. She didn't understand, so he told her the keyword that'd snap her out of it. It didn't work. So he threw caution to the wind and let out a throaty moan as he began to adapt to her every descending move. He felt as if maybe he was grazing her cervix with the tip of his cock, he hadn't been that far inside of her. Neither had she felt something like this. Her pussy clamped down on him furiously and he saw it as his cue. He probed her mind again. For her orgasm to be almost maddening, she needed to feel him coat her womb with his cum. So he let himself go. His tongue went back to its normal size and he gritted his teeth with pleasure, his voice sounding strained. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 03 "Hayleigh, I'm gonna..." "Yes, yesss, do it..." He grunted one last time before slamming his dick up against her pussy and releasing his seed. As he felt his cock blast and twitch inside of her, she clamped down on him one last time and moaned out loud his name as she came so hard she had to close her eyes. She actually saw colors and her body began to hurt as it tensed beyond any orgasm she'd ever had. Her moan became a wail... and she collapsed, spent, on top of him. Her breasts against his skin felt just right. She felt just right. He hugged her and rolled slightly so they'd be lying on their side, looking at each other. Silently, they enjoyed the after-sex glow. Strangely enough, they didn't go at it again. It had been a powerful experience and just a single session was enough for the night, so far. After feeling him go soft (for her benefit, surely, as he could hold an erection indefinitely, she knew), she snuggled close to him. "What were you trying to tell me with all your sign language?" "Um... I actually said something. Then, I almost yelled, but you weren't listening." "Well, what did you say?" "'Parents!' So, this is your 'heads up': You're gonna get the talk tomorrow. Your parents heard. Fuck that, I think the whole block heard. I didn't know you were a screamer." She actually paled. Hayleigh tried to calm herself, thinking it was already done and she'd face them accordingly. She was a woman now and her parents weren't overly conservative. "Why didn't you stop me?" "I wasn't about to risk my word, you know, getting you addicted and everything? And you weren't listening, as I said. They... uh... have interesting thoughts about me. They're worried you hurt me, fucking me like that after I got beat up by muggers and all." She began giggling... then started laughing. It was contagious, a marvelous sound and it couldn't be helped; he joined her. He wondered when the last time he had laughed after or during sex was. After such a relieving laugh, she seemed exhausted. They cuddled together; he wrapped his arms around her. As Gabriel began to drift off to a peaceful sleep, he heard Hayleigh's sweet voice whisper something to him and had to wake himself up. "Uh?" "I said, 'who is she?'" Gabriel opened his eyes and questioningly stared at Hayleigh. He was about to ask whom did she mean until he realized she was looking intently across the room. He groaned internally. Man, can't we just fuck without being observed? He followed her gaze, until he had a chilling thought, 'shit, her mother.' He couldn't have been any more wrong. Standing in front of the closed and still locked door was a perfectly still woman, eyeing them with controlled loathing and condescendence. Her body was unnaturally perfect. Her stunning golden hair cascaded down her nude body. She had remarkable eyes - one, a wrathful and pure blue, the other one an angry sandy shade of green. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 04 Music floated lazily around the kitchen - Roberto Carlos singing "Cama e Mesa", the unofficial duet with Elizabeth, "Quero estar na maciez do toque dos seus dedos..." Hayleigh was brought back to Earth by her mother's gaze, "Did he leave already? Or should I place another plate?" "Already left." "Good, then... Oh. Wow. Um, dear, are you using protection?" Her tone was quite cheery for such a question. That old Brazilian music made her normally good mood even better. Unfortunately, not even Roberto Carlos could cut the tension in this difficult conversation. That's a subtle way to start the conversation, Hayleigh thought, fortunately, her mouth was full of pancakes at the moment and she couldn't answer right away. She thoughtfully chewed as her mother patiently waited. "Yeah, mom, I'm not dumb," besides, what more protection would I need? He can't concieve another life, he's not even alive himself? "Well, I'm just asking, because, if you're using condoms only... oh, dear," she was having trouble saying it. She was used to being the cool mom, but she hadn't expected to talk with Hayleigh like this, "well, how do I put it...? Condoms can fail. And your activity sounded... uhm... vigorous." Hayleigh blushed yet again. It was becoming more and more normal to find her with a pretty shade of red on her cheeks. Stupid Gabriel. He made me scream like that and then simply jumped out the window to avoid this. But, yes, her scream of rapture couldn't have been mistaken for anything short of a mind-blowing orgasm. Even if she could convince her parents that the scream wasn't from her cumming like mad, she wouldn't be able to explain the rhythmic thumping of her bed against the wall. "Jeez, mom! We've got it covered, ok?" Elizabeth relaxed. She and Mark hadn't raised Hayleigh to be irresponsible. If she sounded this sure, then she and Gabriel must be doing absolutely everything necessay to take care of themselves. "I'm happy for you. You've got this very nice guy... and he's cute. I don't know if he was the first, but it sure sounds like he's the best so far." "Mom! We're not having this kind of conversation. Really." * * * Gabriel entered the bookstore. Sure, it had hundreds of books regarding "magic to make your eyes grey" and "love charms" that looked less reliable than a seatbelt made of glass. But he'd surely find something. The city was large enough to harbor a few serious occultists (after all, though he hadn't known it at the time, he had found two or three reliable books before...). Finding ancient occult books in your local library was something that only happened in teen story series. It might be possible in a library that belonged to a university but, then, Gabriel would need to enroll. That might be difficult given that he could only stay in one place for a short time. And so, he's been to four bookstores so far, skimming the occult books for something useful. He'd need something written by Agrippa and it would have to be a good translation. It would be pricey, but he'd find the money somehow. Maybe not right then, but if the clerk was a woman... Lucy! She was there, off to his right, checking a book. And... not really. It wasn't Lucy. It was a teen girl wearing enough charms to set up a small store. Noting them, he came to the conclusion that she was probably wiccan. He was about to ask her if she'd found a good book when he realized he couldn't speak. He tried to move closer to her but he wasn't allowed. Then, she came closer and he fell to his knees, having difficulties to breathe. "Are you ok?" He tried to back off but she came nearer. His skin began to feel hot as he watched her staring at him in disbelief. One of her charms actually worked. She backed off and sprinted out the door. "What was that?" Gabriel found his voice and turned around to see a guy who looked about his age, a few books in his hands. He was obviously of Irish descent - freckles, dimples, fine red hair... he was as Irish as one could get. "It's nothing, I just felt like scaring the girl; she had been eyeing me but she looked a bit too jailbait for me." "Dude, just send her over to me. I wouldn't tell the cops if I got lucky." "Sure thing. Hey, do you happen to have the book of Abramelin?" "This way." The books didn't appear promising, they seemed incoherent to Gabriel. Maybe something was lost in translation, but they didn't give him much hope. He could go to where his own books had been left, but he couldn't see how they would help either. He continued rummaging for a few minutes longer. The one thing he got was a "Dictionnaire Infernal" by Colin de Plancy. Based on "Ars Goetia", the book had potential. As he read, he came to realize that his extra-sensory power was due to his having consumed six souls. But then, he'd need to continue to feed in order to gain enough power to stand against his captor. He felt he had enough stability to carry on for a few more days. But the more he could gain nourishment, the better. Lucy would be waiting for him when he returned. He'd need a plan. He read the clerk's mind. Nothing of importance. Gabriel set the book aside and made sure it wasn't easy to find; he'd return for it when he had money. Besides, it was getting late and he didn't want to leave Hayleigh alone during the night, now that Lucy seemed to be checking on them. * * * Her parents had sure given her an odd look when they saw Patrick say goodbye to her with a kiss. After they went to bed, she waited long for them to fall asleep, drank a glass of milk, almost sneaked into her room and closed the door behind her. "You there?" "Of course." "Come sit on the bed." She sat with Gabriel. "You fucked him." "Yeah, I did. I wanted to know how someone else felt. He got the hint and we ended up back at his apartment. And, that reminds me... I have something for you." "Is that so?" "Yeah, here." She slapped him - hard. "What the hell, Hayleigh?" "That's for ruining sex for me." "Sorry?" "Patrick was OK." "So..?" "He was OK. Simply OK. And I saw him really, really do his best to please me. And it wasn't bad... but it wasn't nearly as good as you. You fucker." "You're welcome," he was grinning, "I thought you had something bad happen to you because of me or something..." or something like Lucy. "Well, he seems to be falling for me. And I don't like him that much. I just wanted to see what it felt with someone alive, but..." "Keep on looking, I'll be here when you need me as long as you feed me." "How convenient." "You know? I don't like being your pet." "My pet. Cute. You know what? I've just fucked him (could hardly say otherwise, poor guy) and need still more; are you up to the task?" She had begun to unbutton her blouse as she said that. "Then dance for me... let's keep it different every time we do this, avoid the routine." And so she did. She pulled Gabriel to the edge of the bed and made sure everything was ready. Hayleigh got her cherished speakers and pressed play. An erratic mix of voices came at first, but, after a few seconds, the song began picking up and it had a nice rhythm with no lyrics to distract Gabriel from the show. She would tell him later that the song was "Haihm translates Second - (Haihm rebuild)" from Brown Eyed Girls. For now, it was enough that Hayleigh knew the song's beat by heart, her ass swayed from side to side with a small pause each time the song also paused. She lowered her hands and sensuously placed them on her beige shorts. Her black blouse hugged her body well enough. Instead of swaying, she gyrated her hips and began to lift her blouse slowly... then let it fall back down, eliciting an "awww" from Gabriel, who was expecting more. Her long, slightly curly hair was getting in the way, so with a simple (but somehow alluring) movement she tossed it to the side and got on all fours on the bed. Her ass was just at the right height for Gabriel to kiss it, which he did, before she resumed her dancing. Her hips began emulating the movement she and Gabriel made when he gave it to her from behind. She felt a hand on her ass and swatted it away. "Not yet..." She kneeled on the bed and placed her hands on her ass, then began massaging it for Gabriel's benefit. Hayleigh was already feeling horny enough, knowing the fucking she'd soon get might not be something that she'd brag to her grandchildren about, but she would surely remember it for that long. Lifting her blouse slightly, she resumed her swaying and placed both hands on her ass. She lifted a hand, arranged her tousled hair then brought the hand back down, firmly, spanking herself... once... twice. Gabriel smiled, this girl has a thing for spankings. She repeated the treatment on the other cheek. He couldn't take it anymore and moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her to him. She continued swaying, grinding her hips against his crotch, the fabric making straining sounds as he started having a light version of dry sex with her. She needed more than just the feeling of his cock through four layers of clothing. She swayed her ass once or twice then turned and began undoing Gabriel's jeans, impatient to feel his familiar body against hers. The hint of his muscles, the strength they could have when he slammed against her... Gabriel willed his shirt away then lifted her blouse as she lowered his jeans. Her breasts seemed perfect, even with the bra concealing them. Her hips were incredibly sexy, definitely a coke bottle figure. Standing up, he began kissing her hungrily. She tasted nice; here was a hint of mint, but her own taste was what intoxicated him. He tugged at her hair so she'd lift her face towards him. He kissed her chin, admiring her scent, her smooth skin, and every other thing that composed her. He nibbled on her jaw... and began tickling her. Well, she was very ticklish. She fought the urge to laugh as she tickled him back. They started rolling on the bed, trying to subdue one another, neither giving up, even if it meant a considerable effort not to burst out laughing. Her long hair covered his face for a second as she rolled on top of him and dove her hands near his armpits, tickling for all she was worth. He grabbed one of her wrists and pushed his semierect cock against her drenched panties. She moaned but didn't give up. He twisted his body and made her lie below him before tickling her again. The tickle war suddenly stopped. They looked at each other. They were sweaty. They had been going at it for minutes but this time he could feel her wetness pressing against him. At some point, her panties had been discarded and so had her bra. They'd been wrestling without any clothes and both were very, very ready to do everything. He pulled her forcefully to him, placing his hand on the back of her neck and kissing her possessively. Their eyes were not infused with the fierce passion they normally held when having sex. They were full of desire, but at the same time, playfulness. She responded in kind and lowered one of her hands to start stroking his already hard cock. They stayed intertwined and explored their bodies instinctively, without desperation, but with a sense of impatience. They kept on rolling on the bed. They already knew their bodies enough to know where and how to make the other react. It was a different competition this time and neither had the upper hand. A moan. Their rolling stopped. She was so terribly wet that in a movement while turning him on his back, his cock had slipped an inch or two inside of her. Gabriel felt her hot breath on his chest when it happened, he arched his back. Maybe playtime was over. He lowered his hands and gently caressed her pussy lips before lightly flicking her clit. Hayleigh reacted as expected. She tensed up, arched her back... and he used that movement to grasp her by her hips and pull her down, impaling her with one fluid motion. He let out an "oh", his voice charged with barely concealed lust. He pressed his hips forward, but he was already all the way in. He felt her squirm above him, little movements that told him she wasn't just getting off, but she was having fun. Apparently, while being alive, he had missed out all the things you could do with sex besides just fucking for the mere need to cum. There she was, smiling at him as he felt her pussy walls envelop him, descending each time at a slightly different angle and producing a slightly different feeling. He let out a moan and lifted his hands to massage her beautiful breasts. She lowered her hands... and tickled him. A loud laugh escaped his lips as he glared at her with mock outrage. He gently twisted her nipples the suddenly moved his hands to her ribs and began to tickle her. She curled up with laughter, trying to defend herself while keeping him buried deep inside her. He pressed towards her and turned over again. With her legs flanking him, her arms protecting her sides, she had left her pussy open to his assault. His thrusts were aimed to make her moan or scream. If he pressed hard enough at the end of every thrust, if he paused right before pulling out and immediately pushed it in... "Ooooh, Gabriel..." That would happen. He caught the mischievous glint in her eyes and and realized that something was coming, but it was too late... She rolled on top of him... and there was no more space on her bed. They both fell, Gabriel landed on his back with a loud thud. Hayleigh reacted quickly enough and landed on all fours, her body a few inches above him. "Ow! What was that for?" I may have forgotten how wide my bed is... "That's my strategy. Stun you, fuck you." "I'm not feeling fucked." "Smartass." She grabbed his cock and without wasting a second, lowered herself onto him and began riding him hard. She could feel him within her, the speed of her movements and the position he was in made his dick hit all the right spots. She opened her mouth in an obscenely lustful moan that made her feel dirty but delightfully so. Gabriel was trying to come up with a witty remark but was lost in her eyes. And breasts... And hips... he still felt like a terribly lucky guy to be fucking such an amazing girl on a somewhat regular basis. She bent over; her wavy hair fell over his chest, her little caresses heightened the sensations surrounding his cock. He bared his teeth and closed them lightly over a nipple. Hayleigh moaned sexily for him, he barely heard her but knew that she was close now. He hugged her to make sure she didn't slip away or decide to play around. He felt the need to cum and he wasn't about to let her deny him. He kissed her again, his hips taking a life of their own and responding to the way her body came down to meet his, the touch of her skin making him feel more alive than he should. Her pussy was wet and inviting him to fill her, her breasts were soft in his mouth with a salty hint of freshly produced sweat. She kept on moaning into his ear, as if deciding to tell him something. "Say it..." "Your cock is so fucking good, Gabriel..." That was it. He stopped hugging her and put his hands on her ass cheeks, forcing her down harder onto him every time she lowered her hips, his pelvis thrust up to meet her halfway and his hand snaked around so that one of his fingers could probe slightly around her other hole. Pressure... He felt her give in and he inserted his finger slowly into her. The way her body reacted to it made him assume that it was a first for her. She tensed up so he couldn't get his finger deeper inside, but she let out one of her high-pitched moans that let him know he was doing well so far. When she relaxed enough, he made his finger go a little deeper and moved it slightly. Again, she began moaning louder, this time, before it was too late he warned her. "Parents." Right. I don't want them to think I'm a nympho. Know I'm a nympho? Whatever. She lowered the volume but made it up in urgency, she was grinding against his every move, the finger inside of her sent signals of pleasure in a way she hadn't known before. Gabriel was spoiling her, getting her used to feel this good... Good God, what did he just do right now with his cock? He kept on pounding on her, allowing himself to just follow the rhythm her body dictated to him. It felt wonderful, her soft skin was all he needed to get directions of how to move. Now, if he remembered correctly, he could reach deeper into her if he... Her eyes shot open. There. Gabriel felt himself grow harder and thicker inside of her. He wouldn't last long if she kept on her hypnotic movement while fucking him. It was only fair to warn her, to know if she needed for him to hold on for a little longer; it was better than just reading her mind for everything. "Hayleigh, I'm gonna cum..." "Do it..." Or maybe all she needed was to feel his sperm inside of her and she'd do it with him. He concentrated on the sounds their bodies made, the way her lips parted to moan each time his cock touched bottom, her breasts swayed with their movements, her arms now holding on to him for dear life as she began tensing up. She was definitely close. "Do it, do it, do it..." She almost seemed to be in pain. The pleasure was too much, his dick felt as if it was made for her. He filled her up the way she needed, Gabriel's cock touched every part of her that needed to be touched and... there it was. He was groaning, almost growling, he was growing inside of her. It was just a matter of seconds. She felt his first spurt deep inside of her and she closed her arms tightly around his neck, moaning into his ear as his cum triggered her orgasm. His arms also wrapped around her, making sure she didn't leave. She kept on cooing and moaning softly, her body shivered and her skin flushed with the pleasure her body felt. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the last seconds of it. When she opened them, Gabriel was looking at her, studying her as she moved slightly with him still inside. "Ready for round 2?" "Not really, Gabe. I want my parents to see me do something with you outside my bedroom." "Fair enough. Will I fuck you in front of the TV, then..? No? It is outside the room!" "I think you know what I mean." * * * Gabriel had his arms wrapped around Hayleigh as they watched Criminal Minds. Fully clothed. If anyone didn't know them, they'd seem like a couple. But for him, Hayleigh was his new best friend. One that thankfully happened to be terribly hot, horny and willing to fuck him. As for Hayleigh, whatever the relationship she had with him, it wasn't easy to classify. She didn't see him as simply a friend but couldn't picture him as her steady boyfriend, she could easily picture him doing other things to her, however... "So, I need to make money. I saw a few books that might help me." "Well, I can't just buy everything you want. Can't you work somehow?" "I'm dead. I haven't got papers nor ID... how could I justify being absent and utterly unreachable every now and then? Because over there we haven't got good coverage for cellphones." Elizabeth walked by and smiled. She saw Hayleigh whisper to Gabriel. They looked cute together, but after seeing Hayleigh go out with Patrick on what seemed a date, she didn't dare to say anything. Her daughter was confused, it was normal to be confused when one was that young. Had she known what she was whispering to him... "I could pimp you." "Excuse me?" "Yeah, they won't ask you for any kind of documents. I know a few who would be willing to pay for what you've done to me." "I'm not sure this would work out." "Look. Being out there without wanting a relationship but with certain needs to be met is not something exclusively for guys, ok? If you're discreet and do your job well, I know who'd pay as long as it's not known." Diabolical Rapture Ch. 04 She's serious. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 04 She nodded, but didn't speak. "Hayleigh. I've seen you naked. I've fucked you so hard and so many times--" "I know! Still, I'm kind of embarrassed right now." "But, I haven't undressed you yet." Her eyes became larger and pleading, "I'm feeling a little self-conscious, OK?" "Believe me, Hayleigh, you can't make it harder than it is." It actually took her a few seconds to realize he was grinning. Instead of getting angry, she got redder, flustered. She always got innuendo from him, but why was it so complicated? "Yeah, so..." Gabriel remembered that his copy of Magia Sexualis opened with a quotation from Shirley MacLaine, 'Sex is hardly ever just about sex.' He thought it'd be unnecesarily cruel to tease her any further. His expression softened a little; and instead of using a very commanding tone, he instructed her in a simple, low voice. Remembering how at ease she felt with music, he turned her speakers on. Those were now permanently near the bed, since they seemed to be needed there so often. TLC's 'Red Light Special' - not bad. "Unbutton your blouse." Timidly she followed the order, undid her first button... and Gabriel couldn't help looking at her as if it were the first time she disrobed in front of him. After all, he didn't know what to expect beneath her blouse. The second button was undone. The weight of his stare made her look back into his eyes and she seemed to shrink in her place. "Don't be shy. You're beautiful. I want to see more. I need to." Still a little embarrassed but motivated by his words, she continued. A little deep purple lace began to show. Then the overview of her bra became visible as more buttons gave way. Finally, the last one was separated from its counterpart. The bra seemed delicately done, an intense color that complimented her skin. Apparently, it didn't have any wires, but the fabric clung to her making her breasts look even fuller than they already were. Gabriel actually sighed with longing. She was looking at him with her head tilted down. His throat felt dry. His next order was barely heard over the soft, sensuous music. "...more..." She undid the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper so slowly that Gabriel thought he'd lose his mind. Finally, a matching purple, lacy fabric came onto view. The light that came from her window was scarce, the tree outside blocked it partially and it flowed into the room to give her a soft glow, unlike in the mornings, when it shone in directly. Her shape seemed softer in this lighting. She looked, what would the word be... delicious. Gabriel stood up slowly and walked to her. He took her open blouse and eased it off her shoulders. Instead of willing his own shirt to disappear, he took the time to unbutton it and discard it. He also undid the button on his jeans and pulled her close, basking in the warmth and softness of her skin against his. He knew what whispers could do to her. He lowered his mouth to her ear and gave it a little kiss. He had to choose his words, he didn't want her shying away or shrinking again. He decided something simple would do. "I... want... you..." She shuddered a little against his skin. His hands roamed around her back, examining her delicately and paying attention to every single detail and turn of her silhouette. After a minute of this treatment, he traced his fingertips down her back until he found the hem of her jeans and pushed them down without much resistance. They gave way and Hayleigh stood before him in her new underwear. Still ashamed. Still wanting to play his part in the undressing ritual, Gabriel removed his own jeans without the use of magic. They faced each other, barely clad. He hugged her again. She had her typical effect on him. He wanted to toss her on the bed and ravage her until she screamed nonsensically. But that'd be another day. He began tracing the lacy edge of her bra, as if it were a path meant to be tread lightly by his fingertips. He began between her breasts and trailed up, until he found her shoulders. Gabriel massaged her lightly before following them to her back. He lowered his head and breathed in, his face between her breasts. She smelled like new clothing and her own familiar scent. It was strange how accustomed he had become to her in a short time. Even though he undid her bra's clasp, he didn't remove it, rather, he left it open so he could touch her back again, reasurring her before finally pulling it away. He pressed her against him again. Her breasts felt wonderful against his skin. Hayleigh's hands were still unsure, so he took them and placed them on his briefs' elastic band and he caressed her through the fabric of her panties. Her fingers became a little more confident and he felt her fingers move a little. He didn't waste any time waiting for her to become more used to him. He didn't pause, but kept on massaging her. He focused on her pussy lips through the last clothing item she had. She breathed in sharply as he traced circles with a little more strength. He felt her warmth begin to feel a little wet. Ashamed as she was, she couldn't deny he was pushing the right buttons. Gabriel placed a finger on the panties' elastic, pulled a bit and his other hand deftly searched for its treasure. Her folds were wet. He carefully but purposefully touched them, trying to get a reaction that would tell him he had found a spot that made her squirm that wasn't her clit. He found it. He pushed and a finger went in. A sharp intake of air responded. His other hand began pulling down and Hayleigh twisted her legs slightly to make his efforts less complicated. She pulled down on his underwear. They stood in front of each other completely nude. He went for a reassuring hug again. She shivered when she felt his hard penis poking against her stomach. Gabriel's hands lost no time in going back to their original targets. One below her belly button caressed her lower abdomen, the other teased her pussy lips. She held him against her as he worked and she rewarded him with a sigh. He stopped for a second and guided her to the bed. Making sure she was on the center of the bed with her breasts pointing to the ceiling, he crawled like a dangerous animal towards her. "You looked good in that underwear. Thank you for getting it. But I like you even better like this," and, abandoning some of his delicate ways, he dove right in and began to furiously lick her pussy. "Oh, please... yes, please..." He didn't need the encouragement but appreciated it anyway. She was actually close to orgasm. He knew it when he inserted his tongue, as it slid in, her pussy was starting to twitch almost uncontrollably and her hands went straight to his hair, pushing him against her. He pulled the tongue out and pulled back from her pussy. Hayleigh looked into his eyes, bewildered. His face had an expression that said 'I run this show, you're done when I say you're done'. She groaned in frustration... but undeniable excitement. He went back to licking her, making sure she had her orgasm denied, he stopped completely at times, just to let her feel frustrated and almost angry. He did it over and over again. He wanted her almost angry with the frustration, But she just kept pleading for a release he wasn't ready to allow. His tongue, when it worked furiously over her lips made obscene, quick, wet sounds that filled the room along with her gasps. She was done with pleading fruitlessly, she knew the right combination of words might do the trick. Gabriel felt her hands grasp his hair and she forcefully pulled him up and away from her pussy. It almost hurt. Almost. It just sent tingles down his spine. Having pulled his face close ot hers, her hands moved down to hold his hips away, to prevent him from entering her before shecould say it. Her tone wasn't from someone who begged, rather, asking nicely, knowing she'd get what she wanted. "I want to cum all over your cock, milk you till nothing's left, so..." Gabriel actually groaned, his hips tried to move but didn't get too far, still held by her hands, "please fuck me, I want you inside of me." His hips were pushing still by their own will, when the tip of his cock grazed against her pussy, she bit her lip with anticipation and softly let him do as he pleased. He lined up and pushed forcefully, knowing she was leaving a small puddle of her juices in the bed already. Hayleigh felt his dick go all the way in without the slightest resistance. She released a small "ah" of pleasure. He was silent, his jaw clenched shut. After having said what she had, all words were forgotten except the two she had used at the beginning. "Oh... yes, please..." her voice sounded throaty, needy. Instead of doing his trademark slow buildup using long, thoughtful thrusts that implied pulling out almost all the way, this time he pistoned in and out with short, quick but forceful movements, aimed at making sinful slapping sounds with their flesh. Being worked up as she was, Hayleigh felt her orgasm hit her. She began cumming hard as far as Gabriel could tell. He looked back. Her toes were curled up. He glanced at her face. Her mouth was opened in a silent scream of pleasure, just like the first night they spent together. He could feel her pussy trying its best to milk him dry just as she had promised. But he was just getting started. Seeing it as an opportunity to get a little wilder, he lowered his head and nibbled gently on her breasts as his pounding became rougher. From her, a very high-pitched sound came, hard to describe but certainly orgasmic. Suddenly, her arms shot up and embraced him strongly as he fucked her hard. Her pussy was so wet, her clenching down on him made it deliciously tight. She became silent agin. He kissed her so she could taste herself. She greedily licked his lips and battled against his tongue as they became one, Hayleigh kissing him ferociously as he rode her through her orgasm. He felt her still tense, and he kept on pounding, adjusting his thrusts. She had found her release, now he wanted his. Placing his elbows flanking her sides and propping his weight on them, his hands went behind her, in a kind of embrace that gave him enough room to move his pelvis freely. His hips did a strong, precise rhythm of thrusts – fast, but not enough to qualify as a rough, quick fuck. Her moans, throaty at first, became high pitched as he continued. He could feel his bare cock go deep inside of her, her pussy was still massaging it hard, as her orgasm melted on to the next. That was new. Her pussy clenched down again on him and Gabriel felt Hayleigh's breath on the lower part of his neck as her second orgasm strengthened. He couldn't hold back a grunt but kept the same pace. It felt good for him too, her unprotected pussy sent all these sensations impossible to describe, the word 'rapture' fell short of how fucking Hayleigh felt. Her legs wrapped around his, forcing him to go in deeper, trying to make him stay there and ejaculate, but he wouldn't do that just yet. His orgasm was approaching but he needed it to feel right, not rushed. She tightened her mouth and a muffled moan could still be heard through her shut lips. Unrelenting, his hard, deep strokes elicited wet, sloshing sounds from their union. Gabriel quickly placed one of his hands on her mouth as she gasped for air. He knew what she was about to do. Hayleigh screamed into his hand, only the walls heard it and the walls wouldn't tell a soul. He kept fucking her, wanting still to go wild, but he had a purpose clear in his mind. He removed his hand from her mouth and she gasped for air. He placed it back quickly, as he twisted his hips at the very end of the stroke and made her scream into his hand yet again. Her pussy was going wild, he could feel it even tighter than before, randomly loosening only to tighten even harder. He gasped at the sensation and looked intently into her eyes. Her pleading eyes stared back at him, she looked as if her sanity was leaving her. He let her speak, as her second orgasm started to fade. "Oh... oh... oh, please... oh, please..." That was what he was waiting for. He kept the same pace, but added a little strength to the end of each thrust. On her side, Hayleigh added a few "yeah"s into her pleading as he felt his body demanding release. Gabriel didn't deny himself the pleasure; he followed his instinct which told him to keep the same rhythm but to do it really hard, as if he wanted to fuck her right into the bed. Hayleigh's eyes shot open as a third orgasm began to rise just as the previous one faded. Gabriel kissed her hard as he rammed his bare dick into her then opened his eyes. She was looking back. He stopped kissing her but his face remained less than an inch away from hers, their noses grazing their tips against each other as he fucked her towards his orgasm. The fact that she stared back into his eyes with her mouth open due to the pleasure, obviously cumming around his cock, triggered his orgasm. He looked into her eyes as his head arched a little higher and he felt his semen start to flow in precise, hard jets into her, but he didn't look away for a second. Her moist, kissable lips opened further as she felt his hot cum blast inside of her. She breathed out erotically as her orgasm intensified with the satisfaction of knowing she had made him cum. Gabriel pumped once or twice before slamming his hips against hers, depositing all his hot cum deep inside of her, his back tensing with untold pleasure, his dick feeling every inch of her pussy claiming all of his seed. Her breasts pressed into his chest as her body was taken by the last part of her orgasm, he tightened his arms around her as he felt the jolts of pleasure peak with every second... And both relaxed. He still looked into her eyes and kissed her lips tenderly, slowly, delicately. "I... wow..." "Hahah, yeah, 'wow' describes it." "Let's never do it like that again." "What?" "It was... amazing. Beyond amazing. But I don't think I could handle it." "Did I feed on you too much?" Gabriel knew it was true the moment the words escaped his lips. He felt radiant, full of energy. She nodded, "you're ruining all the other men out there for me, you know?" He smiled and rested his forehead against hers. He did want her to come back for more. But he had to be cautious, "that was not my intention... which doesn't mean I'm sorry for doing this." "I'm not sorry either, but, hey, leave them room for competition." He rolled, still embedded into her and both were on their side, looking at each other. She lifted a leg to wrap it around him, preventing him from slipping out as their talk became lighter by the second. The pauses between comments became longer and longer until they fell asleep. * * * The week rolled by lazily, Gabriel reading as much as he could from different reputable writers regarding occultism; sharing the rest of the day with Hayleigh as she told him about plans, the world, random musings or played some kind of mischief on him. She could make him laugh more than he would've wanted to admit. He randomly probed her thoughts just to make sure she wasn't falling in love with him. It seemed not. He wasn't sure how had they landed the kind of friendship that included constant sex (as thoroughly fucking Hayleigh to sleep every night and disappearing before her mother appeared had become a regular part of their routine) yet didn't end up with either of them falling in love, but he wasn't about to risk it by doing something different. He cared for her, very much so. He still wanted Hayleigh to grow up, find a decent man (he didn't qualify and reminded himself of that every day) that seemed made for her. It would've been unfair for her and him to try to have a relationship beyond what they had. Gabriel had just fucked Marla so hard she couldn't stand up for a few minutes. His body had been into it but there was something in the back of his mind that just didn't feel right. It was as if he could read someone's mind but it didn't make any sense. Instead of thoughts, he read feelings and they weren't Marla's. They came from far away. What made no sense was that he wasn't even trying to read anyone's mind and still the feelings came. It had been happening for at least half an hour nonstop. He couldn't shrug it away. He was thinking about going to the party he had been invited to by Hayleigh, after all, it wasn't that late and maybe he could join her and see a few girls he could "work" with. He found himself humming 'Murder Scope' from Matenrou Opera. It had been a while since his mind had suggested a heavier song, but he just felt like it. Then came another wave of the mind he was reading. It came from so far away, he couldn't make out the thoughts; but just as a faraway scream, he knew there was a voice even if understanding what exactly it said was impossible, the overall message was obvious. Despair, pain, pleas for help. Feeling like the unlikely hero (what would bullets do against a body that didn't live, after all?) he rushed towards the place from which this sense impending doom emanated. His brow furrowed as he followed the streets further and further into familiar territories. His pace changed into a tireless sprint when he felt it coming nearer and from a direction he had a wretched feeling he knew. Gabriel began running like he never had in his whole existence when he could make out the thoughts and dread crept over him as he recognized the origin of the thoughts. Hayleigh. The word 'slaughter' wouldn't even begin to describe what he would do to the bastard that was doing whatever was happening to her. His mind turned into an ineffable, cold, murderous computer as her house appeared in his sight. It was a single person. He'd go into the house and tear every limb out of him-- her. It was a female. He allowed his mind to focus on what was happening on the other side of the walls as he opened the door with the key Hayleigh always hid underneath a flower pot. Hayleigh was being forced into feeling some kind of pain he had never experienced in his life. He probed the other sick mind as he opened the door silently and walked quickly into the room. His hand on the door's handle, he tried harder. It was strange the thoughts weren't translated directly into english. Was it Portuguese, perhaps? He hadn't been big on other languages when in school but he was sure this one, whatever it was, sounded... off. «SVFICIENTES DONAYRES. QVE FACERÉ CON LA INFANTA? NO PUEDO YRME SIN EL, SU JUYZIO ES EN ESTE MOMENTO» He probed further. It was actually ancient castillian, the language modern spanish was derived from. The mind belonged to... it was pronounced like "surDAH looTHEEah". He tried writing it down mentally. Sardá Lucía. Lucy. He opened the door. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 05 This chapter was originally intended to end the series, but I'm still deciding what to do. It has a lengthier, more wordy beginning. Whether it ends here or not, I want to thank all of those who read this for staying around even with my erratic updates. The air was utterly dry and cold inside the room. There was an almost total darkness coming from every corner, defied only by the waning light entering from the window. Gabriel stopped opening the door. He breathed in and concentrated, his trademark method of focusing. He hadn't been discovered yet. There was music in the background, since the room was terribly silent, the music might be floating from a nearby house. Hayleigh never played this kind of song; it was one that Gabriel recognized: Diary of Dreams – "She". It was too proper for the moment. He accessed Lucy's mind and was mesmerized. She had been born in Las Navas de Tolosa. Spain, in the year 1580. That explained why her mind read differently - her cognitive structure differed a lot. Gabriel tried to learn quickly, before he was discovered; he was trying to help Hayleigh before it was too late. He needed information to effectively stand up against Lucy, but he hadn't read a mind such as hers, the information came in disorganized heaps. Lucy knew that a summoner felt a certain kind of energy released when a demon was banished or returned to its realm. Gabriel hadn't felt that when he summoned her because he had died. However, Hayleigh had felt it. Lucy had faked the release of energy so that Hayleigh performed the summoning again, manifesting Lucy physically, rather than just visually. Lucía Sardá had been a very devout wife and a perfect example of a good Castilian back in her time, at least in the eyes of others. Her sin had been a terrible one in her time. She thought for herself. After all, women were to be submissive in those times, and a strong temper wasn't to be tolerated, even more so when Moors were conquering different kingdoms (currently all within Spain, Gabriel noted that political geography had changed drastically). She wanted to learn, but women weren't allowed to study. And so, she ended up involved in a potentially scandalous extra-marital affair with a university professor when she was 16 and had borne a pair of healthy children. Lucy could control raw energy. It seemed that when a demon had been human, the soul had a revenant effect that manifested itself in some abilities that were uncommon in "true" demons. She could read minds, she could control energy. That didn't look very good for combat of any kind against her. Though it seemed she abhorred sex at the time, Lucía had seduced the professor in exchange for access to books. Through them she discovered the occult sciences and made a fatal discovery - a way to commune with extraplanar entities, from Indian books mentioning Vetalas, all the way to a very interesting demon that frequently appeared throughout different texts: Buné. Gabriel's blood ran cold. He, as an occultist afficionado knew that name. Buné was, according to a reputable writer (Weyer), more than a simple demon. He was a great duke of hell, with the power to transport the dead from place to place and return them from their status. The way they came back (possessed, according to many) wasn't entirely explained. Also, he was a master of knowledge, a perfect trap for a woman with Lucía's ambitions. Lucy's plan had been to wait for Gabriel to return. She was completely unaware of the power he had, since it normally took a few deaths for it to arise; the more powerful one became, the less human the demon ended up being. This was not due to the use of the power itself, but rather, for having to kill. And after what had happened in that park, the event that had left the city scarred, Gabriel didn't doubt it for a second. Lucía had been discovered. She had been publicly humiliated, torn away from her marriage (which didn't sadden her, but marred her image in society's eye); she could smell a lynching in the making. Late at night, she got into the university library using her charms as a tempting, married woman. She had performed a terribly cruel act to invoke the demon, but she had been successful... Not all of this information was completely useful to Gabriel, but he kept searching her mind until... "Are you planning on entering the room, or are you going to stand there, looking at me like an idiot?" The voice was still throaty, almost sexy, however, the coldness couldn't be denied and was chilling. Her differently colored eyes gazed at him with loathing, "I have spent centuries trying to get back here and you actually defy me by arriving before me. How did you achieve it? Tell me and she might live, Gabriel." Lucy's mind was in overdrive, searching for rituals, enchantments, invocations... Gabriel read them all as she scanned her memories. He found one that could be useful, however... Hayleigh moaned. It pained Gabriel to hear that sound. All the times he had heard Hayleigh moan before had been so lustful, so fulfilling. Yet, this time, her moans only spoke of pain. He grimaced when he saw her; she didn't bear a single scar and didn't bleed, but her eyes were dark, dull, and distant. What the..? Hayleigh opened her eyes slowly. Before her, Gabriel stood, looking at her with such a worried, caring expression. The woman was to his side, her hands moving quickly, muttering something. Hayleigh could feel an oppressive aura from that woman. When had Gabriel appeared? Why did this other woman come when Hayleigh had summoned Gabriel? Why couldn't this new demon be bound normally when Hayleigh had done the invocation perfectly according to the book? Gabriel moved quickly turned his head to his right, looking at the woman as he spoke to her. Hayleigh's hearing wasn't doing well, she couldn't make out the words. The world stopped. She could hear both Gabriel and the woman reciting ancient words, the woman bewildered, looking intently at Gabriel, while he seemed perfectly calm, too calm, too seemingly uncaring. Hayleigh sensed danger. The room shook, or maybe the house shook, maybe the whole town. And time had still not dared to move forward. She could see the branches outside her room not moving, the sounds (music?) from outside slowing down. The air became harder to breathe as they both hastily spoke. Even as she had barely recovered consciousness, Hayleigh knew that she'd pass out if she didn't breathe properly soon. With a swift movement, Gabriel lifted his hand, said a pair of words that sounded ancient and touched the woman, who seemed petrified in her place, unable to even move her eyes. The moment his hand made contact with her forehead, everything came back to normal. "She" from Diary of Dreams fading out as it finished, the wind once again moving the branches outside, light coming into the room normally... But he wasn't there. When Gabriel had touched the woman, they had both seemed to just dissolve, like a reverse video of ink in water. The room felt dense with the energy of a powerful dismissal. "Gabriel?" Hayleigh's voice sounded like a croak in the stillness. The whole world seemed unaffected, as if nothing had happened. Her door burst open and her mother came in, yelling something, then took her hand, pulling Hayleigh out to the street, saying something about an earthquake.... * * * David Lanz – "Cristophori's Dream" was placidly playing on her headphones. Two weeks had passed and Hayleigh hadn't mustered up the courage to try to summon him again. The thought of the woman being there instead of him, of twisting her mind and spirit like she had... She had even been sent to a counselor, others thought she had a very strong reaction to the "earthquake". But she felt empty. Her best friend had vanished that night and there was no place in the world where he-- "Hayl..." and her head quickly, almost painfully turned to one side. She was walking in the park, right where she had sucked Gabriel off and she was very, very alone right then. Not a single person in sight. And the voice was disembodied, almost as if the wind itself had spoken. She became terrified. Am I losing it? "...Hayleigh?" It was the wind. "Gabriel?" Her tone was fearful. "Can't...ifest physica...on't summon me...ill here..." "What?" Then she focused her mind as she had before. It was worth a shot. «What?» «It's Gabriel. I can't be there for you to see me, but I'm with you. I released too much energy and I can't go back to manifesting myself just yet. Can you hear my thoughts? ...I need you to do something for me. I'm slightly nervous about asking you for this, but...» «Yeah?» «..could you... organize a threesome?» «You have got to be kidding.» «I'm not. I think that if I release all of my energy with you, you might die or worse.» The air around Hayleigh actually seemed to try to caress her, she could feel it running through her hair like a gentle touch, around her arms like an embrace, around her thighs like... «Hey, hey, if you're not gonna finish this right now, don't get me started. Dead or worse. That doesn't sound nice, but... Gabriel, how many kinds of idiots are there?» «Excuse me?» «You must be at least one of them. I have orchestrated a - something in the woods that terrified the entire town and you hesitate to ask me for a threesome?» «Hey, I don't know if you...» «I miss you.» She actually sighed as she thought that. Dating guys hadn't been on her mind like it was when he had been around. She had gotten to know Patrick a bit better and he seemed like a good guy, but without Gabriel nearby... Life had become a little dull without him around. She didn't feel any pressure to start a relationship when he was there, she missed confiding in him her most random worries, deepest thoughts, inane comments and more. «...so do I. The air isn't as female nor as horny as you might think...» «Fucker.» «That's the main idea.» «Smartass and asshole, I should add.» «Love you too.» As the wind talked mentally to her, she smiled for the first time in days, she even felt like calling Patrick for a night out. Yeah, I might do just that. * * * Walking daily in big, open spaces was her new hobby. Gabriel could talk to her like that, she made him laugh and the wind would seem happy somehow when he did. She had learned not to wear skirts, or she would have to use her hands to guard herself from the wind out of the blue blowing her skirt up. Even so, she was always wet when she returned home. «Finding a candidate for a threesome that I like and can trust isn't that easy, you know? I didn't expect to find one overnight, but after these weeks, I'm seeing it's not something to be taken lightly.» Hayleigh couldn't avoid using facial expressions when thinking to Gabriel, it was a conversation without spoken words, but a conversation, still. «I can imagine. But if I'm honest with you, I don't know if I can be dismissed, and I'm terrified of going back. I think I undid -killed?- Lucy, but there are definitely worse things back there. Please hurry... And I don't care if it's a guy, I can try something different and fuck you and Patrick if you want to, you know?» «Ewww, no! I actually like him, he might not be the wonder you are in bed, but Patrick... No, not for the threesome. Are you spying on us?» «I am in the wind right now. I can't help it. I'm wherever you are, haven't you noticed? And ok, just... just don't take too long. Please.» «I'll try.» «Thank you. By the way, just don't pick the guy who is walking by to your right, talking on his cellphone. His name is Dante; a friend of mine from before. That would be awkward... But, if you think of anyone else and she or he can do it but needs convincing, I've got so much lust to infuse him or her with...» «...that makes things actually easier, you know?» «Oh. Sorry. Should've told you before, huh?» * * * "So, what's the big deal?" The dark blond girl asked not just with her voice, but her almond-shaped eyes were expecting something too. Hayleigh just leaves the music on all day in her room? Why is there music before we even go in? And why is that singing voice familiar? Hayleigh seemed remote, like she was lost in thought, but also keeping this air of mystery around her as they had been talking. Hayleigh looked at Marla; Her mother was also named Marla, but the name was the only likeness they shared, as she had clearly been her father's daughter. Unlike her mother's Snow White look, she had a slightly darker skin color and a lighter hair tone. Her build was less curvy than her mother's. "I know." Hayleigh's tone indicated that she thought she knew a secret, but Marla didn't fall for that. "...right," Marla even lifted one eyebrow to make the comment even more cynical. Hayleigh turned her room's doorknob and let them both inside. Only a very sharp observer would've noticed the lack of a certain few books, and repeated, "I know... Really." "You know..?" Marla's hand turned forward in circles, inviting her to finish. Without warning, Hayleigh pulled her close, Marla jumped at the sudden touch. Hayleigh paused, perhaps to think... "I know you like me." There was no doubt to what she was saying. Marla mind was in a whirl, how had she noticed? Marla knew it was true but had never been brave enough to admit it, not even to herself, let alone to Hayleigh. It was as if Hayleigh had read her mind in those moments of doubt. Hayleigh's face was dangerously close to hers when she came to her senses. "Whoa, Hayleigh... whoa. I'm not..." Marla couldn't even finish the sentence. An unexpected rush of lust came over her as she spoke. It was unearthly how it came, as if something had just woken right there. It was as if her words had unleashed her desires, they were so powerful it was almost as if they had come from somewhere else. She looked into her friend's eyes and noticed herself getting wet with the thought of kissing her. There was a doubt in the back of her head. Hayleigh's lips stopped less than an inch from hers, "I've got, however, a surprise for you," and with that, she separated from Marla, who unwittingly let a sigh out. That sigh was heavy with need, rather than relief. That intention didn't go unnoticed by her friend, who winked before opening her closet doors. Just at that moment, Marla recognized the song, Lady Gaga – "I Like It Rough". Inside the closet, there was a young man and she had seen him before, wasn't that... "This is Chris. You might remember him, he returned to town a few days ago. Your mom..." Right. That Chris. What would he be doing... Suddenly, she had a change of perspective and understood. "Whoa, are you guys..?" "We both want you, Marla," good God, the guy's voice was so sexy she wanted to jump on him and do things she hadn't even thought possible. At the same time, another wave of lust came over her, she even moaned before being able to control herself. Her body screamed at her to do them both at the same time but she was still reluctant because-- When Gabriel kissed her without letting her even react, all doubts went away. Marla couldn't think of any other way to describe this man - He's fucking sex incarnate. She wanted him, she wanted Hayleigh too. She wanted them both like she had never needed anything in this life. She moaned into her mouth as she felt a pair of strong hands embrace her and press her against a taller body, he moaned back into her mouth and she felt like her mind was swimming in a pool of desire and she could barely do anything but watch her body act as it pleased. Hayleigh had felt the blast of lust emanating from the closet the moment Gabriel fully manifested himself. He wasn't kidding, he had too much energy and pent up lust for her to handle alone. She was wet even before opening the closet doors. She saw with envy how Gabriel kissed Marla and pressed her against him. Hayleigh went forward and embraced Marla from behind, one of her hands pressing Gabriel's lower back; she knew that spot was particularly arousing for him. The moment she touched it, the air in the room seemed to crackle with even more sexual energy. This is going to be intense. Hayleigh wasn't about to let herself be the only one making others feel lust. She placed her hand on Marla's throat gently and traced her fingertips up until she felt their lips battling. She separated them, gave Gabriel a mischievous look and kissed Marla. The kiss was something she had never imagined. Soft. Gentle. Sure, Gabriel kissed her tenderly, but there was this innate grace that was included in being a woman, that also came when kissing. She heard Gabriel growl dangerously. She opened an eye and looked at him. Typical guy, seeing two woman making out and he-- the bastard. He had somehow focused the lust available to him and poured it into her; she was already wet. Gabriel could easily fuck her without any foreplay, aroused as she was at the moment. Instead of letting herself be controlled, she closed her eyes slowly, enjoying the kiss. She might not do anything beyond that with Marla, but she'd enjoy the kiss anyway. She felt Marla shudder, Hayleigh opened her eyes, noticing that she couldn't see Gabriel's face anymore. She saw only his hair; he was probably kissing her neck or... she heard wet sounds. He was already fingering her friend and Marla was just as wet as she was. The smell of her arousal reached her nose and she savored it. Marla moaned into her mouth and they separated slightly. The look of lust in Marla was something unusual to her, but very, very alluring. She stopped hugging her from behind and Marla almost fell to the ground, her knees weak. "We need to get to the bed," it wasn't a suggestion, Hayleigh didn't want to end up with cramps the next morning due to trying complex positions on the floor with both of them. Gabriel lifted Marla, taking her to the bed. Between him and Hayleigh, they had her undressed within a few seconds. Her pussy, unlike Hayleigh's, wasn't shaved. Her pussy lips were puffy with excitement, glistening with her damp arousal. Gabriel sat on the bed beside Marla, placed a hand on her eyes and made his clothing vanish the moment she couldn't see. Hayleigh smirked. He was impatient. Gabriel kissed Marla and beckoned Hayleigh to come closer with his other hand. "Gabriel, are you--" Chris, my name is supposed to be Chris, woman...Whatever. Let's see if she... "Shut up. Get on your knees, and suck my cock. If you're a good girl, I'll fuck you real hard." Hayleigh whimpered against her better judgment. Her pussy had actually clenched up when he said it. This domineering personality was a new trait for her to see, and she would never have guessed that she would like it so much. She got on her knees obediently, pulled Gabriel's foreskin back, and gave his cock head a few licks. Just as she began sucking she heard a girl moan. Looking up, she saw that Gabriel had resumed fingering Marla, he wasn't covering her eyes anymore. One of his hands was between Marla's legs, the other one got to directing Hayleigh's pace, pulling her hair softly. Gabriel felt his cock getting harder under Hayleigh's dedicated work. Her tongue was doing something right under the head of his cock that felt too good. He closed his eyes for a second and heard her muffled moan. When he opened them, he was basically fucking her mouth, not too roughly, but he wasn't used to doing that. Then again, Hayleigh's moans were telling him he was actually doing well. He fingered Marla harder for good measure and felt her pussy tighten down around his middle finger, the wet, warm sensation sending him on a higher wave of lust. Diabolical Rapture Ch. 05 He was thinking about holding back, but there was a lot of pent-up energy, he could surely cum over and over, so rather than prolonging unnecessarily, he simply stated to the moaning girl, "swallow it all..." and grunted. It was as if his orgasm was waiting for his order. His body shook and felt the tender flesh of her mouth suck on harder in response as his semen exploded inside a very willing and waiting pair of drop-dead sexy lips. His hands would've held Hayleigh right in her place, but it wasn't necessary; she pressed herself as much as she could against him until her nose nuzzled against his trimmed pubis. He cursed as the sensations rocked his body, and felt the rapturous exhilaration of cumming after such a long time. His knees almost gave way but he maintained his balance. Hayleigh looked up at him and he had never seen this attitude from her. She seemed to be almost begging to be ordered to do something. He liked Hayleigh's strong will and the mischievous glint in her eyes when they were doing other things, but this new possibility turned him on more than he dared admit. Sternly, he uttered a few words to Hayleigh. "Wait for me. I'm gonna take care of something first," Gabriel's hands were already turning and positioning Marla so she'd be facing upwards, her hips right on the edge of the bed, her legs wide open; her pussy was drenched with anticipation, it was probably everybody's threesome but there had been no time to feel awkward when all the participants felt so needy and couldn't care less, "and after I'm done with you, sex will never be the same again. I swear." Even if his words hadn't been directed at Marla, the weight of Gabriel's desire and serious promise made her pussy tighten up with the possibility of such delights. She stole a quick glance towards Hayleigh and saw her lip trembling with excitement. She had never expected to see her friend like this, but she couldn't care less right then, because the grip on her legs became stronger and a husky, male voice half said, half whispered the words, "now, let's see how hard you can cum..." Gabriel parted her lower lips with his fingers and saw that she was so wet it wasn't necessary, his cock would've slid right in without any problems. He quickly licked the juices from his fingers, held Marla's ankles wide open and positioned his cock against her. She stopped breathing. She was waiting for-- he slammed all the way in and mercilessly began to pound against her, his grip on her ankles even stronger to prevent her from closing her legs, as she unconciously tried to do as her body was delightfully ravaged. Marla opened her mouth and began breathing quickly; it was as if all this time she hadn't been having real sex. Even if he was going quick and hard, somehow, she could feel every detail of his cock's skin and warmth as it penetrated her with every thrust. He did some backstrokes, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming in with a strength that was perfectly calculated, because she didn't feel any pain when their bodies met. Each thrust made a sound she would've described as too graphic except that it was a sound of so much enjoyment. She was mesmerized, looking at how their bodies looked so well together, already a few glints marking a telltale hint of sweat with the strenuous activity, and she let her eyes roam further up his torso, then higher. His lips were tight with concentration, what she wasn't expecting was the look in his eyes. Marla felt overwhelmed. The expression in those eyes made her feel like he was ready to eat her... or worship her... or fuck her until she stopped breathing. She felt somehow small and weak under his gaze but at the same time, confident, she had never seen any man look at her in a way that had made her feel so desired. Gabriel smiled inwardly at the reaction he got from her and felt his ass clench down powerfully as his muscles propelled his body against her even harder. Marla yelped and then closed her eyes as her pussy began closing all around him. She was near her orgasm. He looked up to breathe in as much air as he could. If she thought she was getting fucked, he was about to prove her-- Like a vise, her walls contracted around him and he lost his controlled manner for a second, moaning louder than he would've wanted. How did she..? Oh. Now, that is fucking hot. Hayleigh had gotten bored or too horny while watching them and was kissing Marla passionately. Marla was feigning resistance, but the way her body reacted all over his cock told him otherwise. Time to make this even better, then... "Marla. Touch her." Marla didn't fake ignorance. Her hands went straight for Hayleigh's breasts as they shared a kiss with breathy pauses. Gabriel took this as his cue and fucked Marla as hard as he dared to. The girl yet again moaned, this time into Hayleigh's mouth and her pussy began twitching, clamping down on him erratically as she came. Her moans sounded as if she was complaining of something, but there was no way to mistake that face for anything other than absolute bliss. Her legs tensed up... and stayed that way. Gabriel wasn't slowing down, only changing the angle of his cock, changing the way it rubbed against her walls, but the motion was relentless. Gabriel could feel her seamlessly enter another orgasm without the first one subsiding completely. He carried on; her pussy only seemed to contract around him tighter. He was going to find out just how hard he could make her cum, as he had promised. Hayleigh received a few orders from him mentally. Stopping the kiss, Hayleigh trailed her tongue down and then centered her lips around Marla's left nipple and began sucking. Marla began screaming, almost wailing, so Hayleigh covered her mouth with her hand. Marla began sucking on Hayleigh's fingers. Had she been someone else, Marla would've looked at herself with disgust, but the pleasure she was experiencing had no words to be described. If it could get any better, she'd... "I'm cumming, Marla..." Gabriel slammed his hips against the girl's and began emptying his balls in her. Marla's eyes shot wide open. The man fucking her began growling with pleasure and looked at her. She had never felt a guy cum so hard in her, she could actually feel the strength and quantity of cum, her body reacted to that and... *** "...you blacked out?!" "...only an instant... while cumming... I..." "Damn. That was hot. She's fine, Hayleigh. You, however, are very awake. I have a promise to fulfill," and I can't wait another second... "..can... can I ride you?" Is she asking for permission? Wow. Gabriel quickly took Marla in his arms, lifted her up and delicately placed her on the couch in front of Hayeligh's bed. Then, he looked at Hayleigh again, without taking his eyes from hers, he climbed onto the bed, laid down and smiled devilishly, "you earned it... but you'd better do it like you've never done before." He watched that delicious girl almost jump on the bed with excitement, her gorgeous breasts swaying with her movement, her hips hypnotically drew near him and before he knew it, she was straddling him, with her hand aiming his cock as she began sinking to meet his hips. He looked at her; no matter how many times he had sex with Hayleigh, it was always a pleasure that threatened to be too much for him. The way she accommodated his cock inside of her, the lusty dreaminess in her eyes... it all felt right... too right. As was becoming their traditional way of starting, they looked at each other as their union became complete, letting each other know without any words how good it felt. How desperate they were to make each other cum like there was no tomorrow. Hayleigh began grinding her hips against him. Her pace wasn't frantic, but that didn't mean she wasn't riding him good. Either she practiced by herself or with whomever she had sex with, but her inner muscles began to milk him, hard. "That's... that's good," he had to admit between gasps. She smiled and raised an eyebrow, continued to grind against him even harder. She had needed this kind of sex. It wasn't only the way he moved, but the way he made her feel was even better. She thought that the world was unimportant to him whenever they were like this. Hayleigh had even stopped hearing the music, though DBSK's "9096" was one good track to have sex to. Her hips barely lifted from Gabriel's and went back down. Little by little, the movement became more obvious until she was riding him with a pace that was made to make him lose his mind. Fast enough to make sure he was getting his pleasure out of it, but not enough to make him cum. At any rate, she had been taken aback in a very pleasant way discovering the hidden forceful personality in him and a strangely addicting, more submissive side of her. She was going to make him lose control and enjoy every second of it. Hayleigh closed her eyes and let herself be taken over by the sensations without losing her tempo. The odd breathing of Gabriel and his whispers let her know he was feeling it as good as she was. Gabriel was torn; he wanted to push her back into the bed and ram his cock into her until she couldn't think coherently. At the same time, though, the way she was swaying her hips, barely moving on the outside while giving his cock a powerful massage with her pussy muscles, had him entranced. He didn't want it to stop. So he let her ride for as long as he could manage to go on. The tension in his neck muscles relaxed as he let Hayleigh direct their sexual activity. He heard himself whisper the strangest things to her, praising every inch of her body. His hands began trailing upwards, finding her soft breasts and massaging them tenderly, going with the flow of their pace. His fingers concentrated their attentions on her nipples, pressing them lightly, barely pinching them as he lost track of time. Hayleigh felt a stare weigh heavily on her; she looked to her side. Gabriel noticed a faint change in the pace and looked up at his lover. Her gaze was directed to her left and, as he followed it, he saw Marla staring at them. She was very turned on, but at the same time she seemed shocked, or... was it afraid? "Yes..?" "You... you've been doing this for at least three hours... I... I gotta go." She hastily finished donning her clothes (so entranced had they been they didn't even notice her getting dressed at the beginning) and exited the room, finally closing the door when she managed to pry her eyes off the couple. Gabriel felt the sheets almost glued to his back with sweat. Hayleigh's perfect body glistened with the same moisture, her alluring hair fell over her marvelous eyes, wet too. She looked like a sex goddess. Hayleigh took an appreciative glance at the man below her. His well defined muscles seemed to scream at her to touch him, his sexy lips were invitingly parted. "I have an idea, no more domination, this should feel real good if I remember correctly." Grudgingly she lifted herself off of him and when his cock exited her body, she felt... empty. She saw the same in his eyes. Gabriel quickly placed a few pillows on the center of the bed, and motioned for her to lie down. She did so and felt him adjusting her position, turning her face down so the pillows would be under her hips, lifting her ass only. She felt a little exposed, but it was Gabriel who was behind her, it... She felt the marvelous sensation of his weight on her and his dick pressing against her folds from behind. He entered her slowly. Hayleigh marveled at the different sensations. His cock seemed to go in as far as it had ever been, while their skin was making as much contact as possible, which made it feel intimate. His chest was against the back of her shoulders, his hands and arms found hers, entwining them as if he and Hayleigh were a piece of art. It was as good as he remembered; the depth that this position allowed was incredible. He kissed her ear and she turned her face to meet him. As he lowered his head and kissed her from behind his hips began pistoning in and out slowly. She moaned lustily into his mouth as she felt his cock claim her completely. This position didn't allow Gabriel to move wildly against her, but the intimacy and reach within her it gave him compensated marvelously. As he was pumping slowly, he felt a different texture within her. He had definitely never been this deep in her. She gasped and closed her eyes tightly. It was in moments like this that he didn't regret becoming an entity of lust. This pleasure had been worth dying for. He began breathing heavily against the back of her neck and nibbled on it, feeling Hayleigh tremble with the new stimulation, letting out a soft, breathy, "oh..." "Lift your ass, higher." As she did it, they both enjoyed the full reach of this position, allowing him to move with more freedom, when he bottomed out inside of her, they both gasped simultaneously. Gabriel grinned, "good, huh?" "Fuck... yes..." Gabriel, driving as deep as he could, continued the sensuous movement as hard as he could, but slowly, enjoying the sensations of Hayleigh's bare skin against his. Her pussy muscles spasmed around him once and she tensed, but she came back from her high. "Don't fight it. Cum for me, Hayleigh..." She couldn't even answer, only a deep breath came out of her as the electric sensations enveloped her. Gabriel drank in the sight of her glistening body moving decadently against his and grunted with smug satisfaction, he bit the back of her neck just as her pussy clamped around him, making him bite harder than he intended. Her lusty moan let him know he wasn't being too harsh, Gabriel rode her through her orgasm; yet, she kept on growing tighter and tighter around him. Hayleigh squealed with delight, her body tensing as she came with a strength long forgotten. "Don't... I can't... I'm gonna..." "Yes, yes, cum with me..." She closed her eyes with the last moan she gave him. Feeling her orgasm begin to subside, he finally knew he could let himself go and turned her head to face him partially, he stretched over and pressed his hips so hard against hers, he thought he had been close to hurting her. It was sinfully empowering, the amount of pleasure her body gave him... He grunted as he began emptying his balls into her, through gritted teeth, he let out a last comment as his orgasm's strength clouded his mind with pleasure, feeling his cock spurt into her. As his semen filled her, she sighed happily. "God, Hayleigh, I love you..." And he froze. He could see Hayleigh staring back at him. He felt his face grow hot, he was blushing furiously. Hayleigh had opened her eyes when she heard him say that last part. She saw the horror in his face. He was terrified because those words had escaped him when he wasn't controlling himself. Because, when she heard him utter them, they rang true. And he couldn't bear the thought of loving her. Gabriel's expression changed from being aghast to one of sadness. "Gabr--" her question was interrupted by his kiss. And he vanished. * * * Idiot. Idiot. You fucking idiot. You ruined it. Why did you never see it? He breathed in. Even his orgasm had seemed to stop when he said those fateful words. The world was getting blurry. He was getting transported back to... He felt a supernatural tug. The physical realm became a little clear as the invocation took place. He prepared himself to read the mind of his new "client" and adapt to her needs. "It's not polite to just disappear on a girl who hasn't even had a chance to cuddle." To describe his expression as dumbfounded would be an understatement. Hayleigh was standing before him, a little circle traced on what seemed to be a tiny parchment. Had he just disappeared at exactly 11pm? Wow. He could feel Hayleigh binding him to the material realm again as she spoke her conditions... "I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I..." The sigh he emitted made the pause even longer, "it's just that you have done so many things for me, you've been my best friend, and all," Gabriel breathed in slowly, think your next words, "but when you saved my life something changed. And I didn't see it. Hayleigh, I'm so sorry... I can read your mind. I know you don't feel the same." "True." "And I'm ok. I think. If you don't mind this, I think I can live knowing that you don't feel the same," he didn't know if he could stop this from becoming a complete wreck, "I'll be near you always. You'll see. And I won't ever bother you again with this. Just ignore that I said this and we'll continue as if nothing happened, please?" Gabriel read her mind. She wouldn't forget those words... ever. "Let me go. I will go back to being air, I can't be around you like this, I'd rather watch over you and be there when you need me, if you need me." "You'd watch me grow old?" "Well, I can't exactly date you. And I won't turn you into whatever I am. I don't know how, I don't want this state for anyone else. Man, I sound like an Anne Rice vampire. But I can't stop being so emo right now." "So, basically, you'll be my guardian angel?" Gabriel actually laughed, "angel, that's ironic - or cynical maybe. If your guardian angel gets to have sex with you, then yeah, sure thing." "...and if I don't need you around?" He winced before he could help himself, "I won't bother you. What I became, yeah, that didn't exactly guarantee an eternity of rainbows and happiness. This isn't a fairy tale. Happy endings are not meant for everyone. " *** Years later, in the same park, Genki Rockets' "Touch Me" floated placidly, almost imperceptibly through the air... "Found a perfect spot to lie down, Hayleigh!" "I used to visit here often... will you ever call me 'mom', Sandra? " "Don't think so. Oh, wow, the wind went wild!" "...I guess he remembers everything that has happened beneath these trees in the park." "The wind is a he now? Mom, you sure are a--" A bunch of dead leaves and random flower petals -curiously enough, no dust- carried on by a gust of wind within the glade silently encircled Hayleigh, then her daughter. "...that's creepy." "No, you just need to understand it. For example, can you hear that song?" "Uh... yeah. Wow, sounds old." "Probably somebody has it playing loud far from here, but it's got interesting lyrics: I want you to feel my touch, Touch my cheeks like the summer breeze I feel tingles in the air Particles cover me with your touch Touch me now, I want you to feel my touch Feel the sensation run though you You'll always be my fresh air Beautiful, cover you, with my touch "Kind of beautiful, but still creepy." "That's just how he is." «Aren't you?» «You know it.»