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Grimoire Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



Deep in the bowels of the Earth, a group of people huddled together. They were not separated by place of birth nor color of skin, education, occupation or sexual orientation. Indeed, none of those delineations could divide them from their appointed goal. In this sacred place, they were one and well it was that they were. Their mission was too important to put individuality above the end goal and they trusted the High Priestess to lead them in the right direction. On this High Holy Day, there were no questions and no lies. 

Each person looked at the person next to him or her, relaying an innate sense of fear that encompassed the circle but each person knew what was at stake. The Great One had found a way to walk the world again and it was time to summon the Legacy. The Great One had to be put down before all of humanity was swallowed into the void. Incense perfumed the air and candles bloomed at every corner.

Karine, the High Priestess entered the room, her sacred robes open and her body anointed with blessed paints. Her ghostly blue eyes scanned each face in the room, settling and passing onto the next person. "Apostles," Her voice rang clear and strong in the enclosed space. "This is the most important thing that we have ever done or will ever do in our lifetimes. The ten of us have to aid the Legacy in defeating the Great One. If we do not succeed, our lives are over." A few of the women began to cry but they held their heads up, letting their emotions lend to the solemnity of the ceremony. Tapia, the head of the circle, stepped forward, meeting each person's eyes and pivoting to Karine. "We give our lives and spirits to accomplish this effort, High Priestess."

"Then let us begin."

Tapia stepped forward and retrieved a photo from the mantle, then breached the circle to take the sacred path, a hand-hewn stone path that led to the pedestal the High Priestess. Karine took the photograph, said an incantation over it then handed it to the next person in line. While the image made its way through each person's hands, Tapia reached for the woman, a look of reverence on his face as he took her hand and escorted her to the bed that was within the pentacle. 

The High Priestess turned to her worthy subject as soon as they had entered the confines of the holy circle, pushing her robe off. Tapia had removed his ceremonial robe and embraced her, fitting his mouth to hers and letting his tongue dance along the smooth enamel of her teeth, then slide inside to her answering tongue. Around them, a low chant arose: 

Legacy, we call to thee, 
Through the veil where none can see, 
Deep within her, pierce the wall,
Slay the Great One, save us all.

Karine sighed as her lover's hands roamed over her body, throwing her head back and allowing Tapia's sharp teeth to graze her tender flesh, raising beads of blood which his lips collected and rubbed against his tongue. She knew that he was looking for the taste of her carnality and knew by the way he responded that he'd found it. She had spent long hours meditating and cleansing in preparation for this night. She would not let him down. She could not. The Legacy had to be reached.

"Karine. You are so sweet." Tapia didn't realize that he had spoken until the High Priestess smiled down at him. "I am so honored … "

"If we survive," Her voice reached a special place in his heart. "I want to be yours."

"Consider it done." He pushed her robes past her shoulders and bent to take a dark nipple into his mouth. "Whether we survive or not." He rubbed the bud over his tongue, moving across to the other and sucking it into hardness.

They both felt the heat when it began; a steady rise in temperature that signified the opening of the sacred portal and a thick, blue fog began to roll into the cavern, charged with an energy that infected everyone within range. The apostles grasped hands and the tone of the chant arose tenfold, echoing in the chamber as Karine took a supine position beneath Tapia, spreading her legs. He hesitated, looking into her eyes and waiting for the sign and gasped when the blue flames spread behind her eyes.

"Now, Tapi. Now."

Grimoire Ch. 02



"It's the strangest thing we've ever seen."

Detective Helaine Morris followed the head librarian, trying her best to keep up with the diminutive woman and finding it almost impossible despite the thrice-weekly aerobics classes she had been taking. She wondered if she should have become a librarian instead. The brisk walk took the detective and her guide deep into the heart of the library, skirting multiple displays on the way to the Reference Room. 

Within the Reference Room was one of the library's most sacred chambers, the Text Room. Inside the room were several ancient texts, each protected in hermetically sealed rooms. Less than an hour earlier, the library security staff found a naked young man locked into the room with the text, carefully poring over the words on the fragile papers. Each time he touched a sheet, the Text Room proctor wailed, banging on the Plexiglas and trying to keep from fainting. Morris removed her handcuffs and gestured to the waiting guard.

"You can let him out now."

The guard moved behind a decorative pecan panel and the sound of heavy machinery filled the room, ending with a loud whoosh as the hermetic seal was released. The man looked up, his expression of bewilderment almost comical.

"Come out of there."

"I can't." He replied simply and continued to read, his eyes searching the text for the information he desperately sought.

"Put the text down and come out!" When he didn't respond, Morris again gestured to the guard and two of the uniformed men stepped forward, grabbing the man by his arms. The Text Room proctor rescued the text and whisked the pages out of sight while the man shouted angrily. Morris quickly cuffed him and forced him into a chair. "Can we find something to cover him with? A spare pair of pants?"

While the head librarian went to find the pants, Morris glared at the young man. He was in his mid-twenties and well-built with not a discernible ounce of fat to be found on his 6' 2" frame. His dark hair was cut in a style that Morris could only call Prince Valiant, combed straight and cut close to the skull and it perfectly fit his medieval features: hawk-like nose, pointed nose and dark eyes. "What's your name?"

"Where is she going with the text? I need to finish reading it!"

"Hey!" Morris' shout caught his attention and he calmed down a bit. "You're in deep trouble, mister. Now, what's your name?"

"Jason Lively."

"What were you doing in there, Mr. Lively?"

"Reading, obviously! Now, where is that text?"

"What's so important about the text?"

"It has instructions I need!"

"Instructions for what?" His dark eyes connected with hers and he seemed to withdraw into himself. "Listen, how long you spend in jail depends on how much you cooperate with me."

"I can't go to jail."

"Well, you shouldn't have broken in here."

"I didn't."

"Of course you did. What I want to know is how you broke into the room."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

A guard cleared his throat, interrupting them with the arrival of clothing and Morris briefly uncuffed one of Lively's arms to allow him to pull the pants on. Once he was clothed, she refastened the cuff and sat him down again. "Now, you were saying that I wouldn't believe you. Why don't you tell me and I'll decide whether it's believable or not."

"I woke up in there." Morris stared at the young man, waiting for more information and sighed when she realized that no more was forthcoming. This was going to be a mental case. Shit. More paperwork. "I'm not crazy."

"I didn't say you were." No, I just thought it. "What do you mean, you woke up in there?"

"Just what I said. I woke up in there. I needed to read the text and I went to bed dreaming about it. When I woke up, I was here and it was in my hands."

Morris watched him as he gave his answer but didn't detect any falsity. He believed what he was telling her. "What exactly is that text?"

"A 14th century grimoire." The head librarian supplied, standing over him. "He put his hands on a piece of history from the 14th century!"

Morris patted the woman's arm in an understanding manner, turning her away. "He understands what he's done, Dr. Chalkey, but I need to speak to him without interruption." Dr. Chalkey gave him a look filled with daggers and skulked off to confer with the Text Room proctor. "What is a grimoire, Mr. Lively?"

"A spell book."

"Spells? As in witches?"

"Correct."

"And what would you need a spell book for, Mr. Lively."

"For one thing, to learn how to escape bonds like this." He pulled his hands from behind his back, one cuff hanging loosely. While she was watching, he simply pulled the other one through his other wrist. 

Morris' jaw dropped and she blinked several times. She couldn't have seen what she just saw. The solid steel of a handcuff had passed through the flesh and bone of his arm. "What ... how ...?"

"If I tried to explain it to you, you'd lock me up in the crazy ward. For now, I'd just like it if you'd believe me, no matter how strange it looks."

"You're asking an awful lot ... "

"Of a civilian? I know that but if I don't get to finish reading that text, there won't be anything worth asking for."

"What do you mean?"

"Trust me. You don't want to know." He set the handcuffs on the table, letting the solid sound reverberate through the chamber and reminding her of what he had just done. "Just trust me. Get me that text. They can leave it in the protective wrapping or give me a mimeograph of it. It doesn't matter, as long as I get to read it."

"Then what?"

"Then I leave."

"Mr. Lively, you can't just leave. You've committed a crime."

"Officer ... "

"Detective Morris." She corrected gently.

"Detective Morris, I can't go to jail. I have less than twenty-four hours to accomplish my task and if I don't ... " His dark eyes swung away from her, his expression steely and determined.

"If you don't what?"

"If I don't kill her, we all die."



Grimoire Ch. 03



She must have been crazy. That was the only explanation. She must have been crazy to have done what she did.

"Dr. Chalkey?"

"Yes, Detective Morris?"

"May I see the text he was looking at?"

"It's being cared for right now. You don't understand what the oils and dirt of human hands does to ancient paper like that … "

"Do you have a copy of it? Something that scholars can look at?"

"I do have a special print of it but it's reference only."

"I don't intend to take it out of the library, Dr. Chalkey, but if I do, I'll ask for a copy, okay?"

Dr. Chalkey nodded and disappeared for a minute, returning with a book, containing several specially wrapped pages. Morris signed for it and opened the cover, almost gasping at the beauty of the colors. Golds, purples and reds popped out from the creamy paper, surrounding calligraphed letters that flowed so naturally on the page. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Morris nodded to the librarian. "That's why we are so protective of these texts. We will never see their like again."

"I understand. Thank you." Morris closed the book and headed back to where Lively was obediently sitting. "Here."

Lively took the book and Helaine could have sworn that she saw a circle of light arise when he opened the lid. He looked up at her, his dark eyes seeming to find something inside her that made her feel comfortable. "If you are going to trust me, you have to leave the reality that you know behind."

Morris wasn't sure what that meant but she nodded and took the chair next to him when he gestured her over. He looked down at the first page of text and whispered words that sounded like a foreign language to her. The light brightened, enveloping the table and Morris gasped. The painted pictures on the page had come to life. A man in a brilliant red robe with a halo over his head lounged in a gilt window, cooing to a dove that had been drawn perching on his finger. 

The words sharpened and transformed into legible text. Morris would later learn that the text had been written in Latin and the spell that Lively spoke performed a visible translation. Even though he had already read the page prior to her arrival, he treated each page as if he was viewing it anew. Women in iridescent gowns danced in the corners and sparrows, cardinals and doves frolicked up and down the edges as he ingested the words, his expression stony and serious.

On the final page waited the most shocking image of all. She looked like a combination of Japanese anime and Alberto Vargas' zaftig artistry. Her skin was the color of tempered chocolate, her black hair coiled in braided ropes around her head and her body unfurled in sensual splendor, chocolate-tipped breasts and luscious thighs. Morris stared at the woman, unable to tear her eyes away. So when the drawing sat up from her chair, the detective could do nothing.

The Great One stretched, her spectacular body drawing attention as she caressed her own body, her hands gliding over rounded brown planes and drifted into deep valleys. Her eyes closed when her fingers made contact with her hidden pussy but the passion was evident in the shape of her mouth and the arch in her back. Her liquid brown eyes turned back to those of the detective and for a moment, Morris could swear that she heard the sound of a woman's passionate whimper.

"Don't look at her, detective." Lively's voice barely pierced the veil the drawing had weaved over her but she snapped her eyes away, breathing deeply with the effort. "Very beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes." Morris whispered, chancing a quick glance back at the text. The woman was still there, cupping a breast in her hand and pushing the nipple into her mouth, her dark eyes sucking energy out of the detective's body and making various parts of her anatomy tingle.

"She is the one I must slay. She is the one I must find."

"How are you going to do that?"

"This grimoire tells me how to divine her location."

"And you really have to kill her?"

"It can't be helped. She cannot be allowed to live."

"Mr. Lively … "

"Jason."

"Jason, you know I can't just stand by and watch you kill someone. I'll have to arrest you."

"That's fine. Just do me this favor. Let me go. You can follow me and arrest me once I kill her."

Morris took a deep breath, her mind ruminating on the things that she'd seen thus far. This was nothing that she'd ever be able to relate to paper. Her fellow colleagues would never understand and she wasn't sure that she would, either. "Do you know what you're asking of me?"

"Do you understand how much trust I'm putting in you?"

Detective Helaine Morris watched him close the book and the surrounding light dissipated like fog before the sun. Either she could lock him up, along with all the other crackpots of the city, all telling her tales of being kings and aliens or she could follow what she felt in her heart, that he was real and that it was important that he be allowed to continue his task.

"All right, Jason. As soon as you're done, I take you in."

Lively shot up out of his chair, the book forgotten now. "Then we are running out of time. Can we go?"

Morris returned the book to Dr. Chalkey and grabbed Lively's arm, jerking him along as they made their way to the exit. Quietly, she murmured, "Okay, let's go."



Grimoire Ch. 04



Detective Morris waited anxiously outside the building. Things were really getting bad, she thought. Earlier this morning, she was a law-abiding citizen; now, she was impatiently pacing a square of fractured concrete, playing lookout to a man that could possibly become a murderer and was, at this moment, breaking and entering into a small shop called Mazo's Oddities. After leaving the library, he had insisted on coming here, telling the detective that an important item he required was in the shop and that he could not procure it by regular means. The shop proprietor, Mazo, did not know what the item was and had vowed to never part with it because he liked its pearlescent blue color.

A loud noise startled her and she whirled around, gun drawn to see Lively crouching underneath the fire escape's ladder, a burlap bag in his hand. "Sorry."

Morris reholstered her sidearm, relaxing a bit. "Is that it?"

"Yes."

"And that's what you need to kill her?"

"Yes. This is all I need. Now we need to find her."

"Listen, are you hungry? I'm starving and I don't think I can last much longer if I don't get something in my stomach."

"Okay, but we need to make it fast."

* * * * *

The Great One stretched her long, luscious body and blinked her deep blue eyes. She had fed; the evidence of her feeding, three husks of leathery flesh that used to be a woman and two men, lay at the foot of the bed. But she was still hungry and she knew that this hunger would not be slaked from mere mortals alone. It would keep the edge at bay but it would not satisfy. Not like partaking from him. She needed to find the Legacy and she needed to find him soon. She knew her body and the quickening pangs that ran through her told her that the Time was nearing. 

 

She smiled, thinking of the glorious rapture that awaited her in his arms. Her long fingers roamed across her body as she closed her eyes, dreaming about their union, dreaming about his touch. He would do as she was doing, taking his time and rubbing her soft, brown skin and memorizing every inch of her. Her nipples hardened under her fingertips, the nubs begging to be pinched and bitten. He would do that. He would do anything that she asked. The fever rose in her, hot and unrelenting and she needed relief. She reached out across the veil to him ...

"No."

The sound that came from Lively was so wretched that Detective Morris nearly ran off the road. His eyes were closed and his body was as tense as a rail, his forehead dusted with sweat. "What's wrong?"

"Pull over."

"What?"

"Pull over. Right now!"

Morris found a place to pull over and watched in confusion as he leaped out and ran down the alley. "Jason! Wait!"

"Yes." She purred, sensing the passion rising in him. She rubbed her nipples a little harder, sending tingles of pain through her torso and she moaned, her toes curling. The pain was so good. It would be better inflicted by him, though. She cupped one of her large breasts and brought it up to her mouth, letting her snakelike tongue wrap around the nub before she applied her teeth to the sensitive skin.

"Ugh!" He roared, his body trembling with the effort it took to resist her pull. He could hear the detective somewhere behind him and he needed to get farther away. He didn't want her to see ... 

The Great One pushed the robe off, dropping it onto the floor and caressed the silky chocolate skin of her shoulders, thrusting her hands into her thick, soft hair and tracing the softness of her cheeks. She let one finger run around her plump lips, then sucked it into her mouth, imagining that it was Legacy's cock and a hum buzzed through her. She would gladly open her mouth to his cock, letting him plunge as far down her throat as he wanted and she would suck and lick him until he begged to fuck her.

"Oh, God!" He couldn't stand it any longer. Lively pressed himself against the wall of the alley, not caring if anyone was watching. The images she was sending were too strong and he could no longer control his body's reaction. Trembling uncontrollably, he fumbled with the zipper on the uniform pants, taking his cock out. He reverently stroked his meat, releasing the beast that was the Legacy and letting it roam free. "Yes ... "



Grimoire Ch. 05



"Yes ... " She felt him. He was near and he wanted her. She arched her back as her hand slid down her slim body, over her flat stomach and into the valley between her legs. Moisture met her fingertips and traced her thick pussy lips, pressing past the wet outer ones and finding the even wetter inner ones. They opened like the petals of a flower and she eased two fingers into her pussy, groaning at the sensations that held her in their teeth-gritting grip. "Oh, yes." It was so good, so much better than using the humans. She added a third finger and raised her free hand to her face, sucking on her index finger as she imagined that it was him. 

Detective Morris crept down the alley, her gun drawn and nerves jumping at every shadow and sound. She was petrified and that was a new emotion for her. Helaine wasn't afraid of anything, before tonight. Once again, she questioned what she was doing and why she was putting such trust into this guy. She heard a groan and quietly headed in that direction, approaching as she would in pursuit of a killer but her jaw dropping when she found Lively. 

A light blue light surrounded his body, much as it had when they read the grimoire in the library. That wasn't the reason that she was frozen into place. It was the fact that he was naked and that he was stroking his cock. He was easily the largest she'd ever seen, long and thick but not too wide that his hand couldn't encircle it. He was stroking it like a man possessed, brushing the head every so often to gather the clear precum and spread it onto his flesh. She'd never seen a man masturbate, except in movies and her cheeks grew heated, the blood rushing down to her nether parts.

He was hers. She could sense his impending release and she girded her body for her own, preparing for the Mixing that would occur. She would actually be able to feel his cock throb in her cunt and he would be able to feel her pussy around his cock, squeezing him tightly. She wanted it, she needed it. She was tired of existing without it. So close. She was so close ...

"Jason." Morris didn't know why she called out to him; she just knew that he wasn't under his own control and that she had to break through to him. "Jason!"

Lively's movements grew quicker and the scent of sex rose around him, lulling him deeper into the act. He could almost smell her now; the tang of her sweat and the sweet aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils, making his prick jump in his hand. Perhaps he wouldn't have to fight her. Perhaps it was just a stupid mission they'd given him and he could just fuck her silly. Perhaps ...

"Jason!"

He opened his eyes. The Great One roared in anger as her orgasm tore through her. Lively's eyes connected with those of Detective Morris and he continued to stroke himself, gazing at her curly red hair and green eyes. The transference of his lust toward her broke the connection and she stepped forward, covering her hand with his own as he continued stroking himself. A human? 

Helaine moved closer to him, pushing his hand away. His flesh was hot under her hand and it made her shiver inside. His eyes met hers and she leaned close, her mouth just inches from his, heightening his sensations. His breaths came quicker, shortening as he reached his plateau. Just as he started spurting, she let her lips touch his. Jason moaned as he came, raising his hands to her head and tilting his mouth to better fit hers. Moments later, he was gasping, spent and somewhat embarrassed. He reluctantly released her, bending to pull the pants back up and catching her eyes.

"She's that strong?" He nodded. "Then we'd better get going." Feeling her own embarrassment, Detective Morris turned away, heading back down the alley.

"Detective Morris?"

The detective stopped at Lively's voice, waiting as he caught up with her. "Helaine."

"Helaine. Thank you."

Morris just nodded, a blush spreading across her face as she wondered what the hell she'd gotten herself into.

The Great One memorized the human's scent before the connection completely closed. It was clear to her that this human had to be removed before she met the Legacy. The human had to be killed. 



Grimoire Ch. 06



"So where do we start?"

"We don't have to go far." Lively looked outside the car window, observing the scenery and trying to match it with what he had seen in his mind. "She's close. She wouldn't have been able to affect me so deeply if she wasn't close."

"Jason," Morris glanced over at him. "Maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe we should get some help."

"And who do you suggest?" Lively spat. "Who do you suggest we go to for help? The police? Got a colleague or two that believes in the power of the grimoire?"

"You know I don't, Jason."

"Then don't ask. We're on our own or should I say, I'm on my own." He huffed, still scouring the landscape as it fled by. "I knew that I should never have involved you."

"You weren't saying that when I was saving you from 'The Great One'."

Silence pervaded the car and Lively knew that he'd gone too far, hurting the detective's feelings. After all, he would have been in jail right now if it wasn't for her and The Great One would have likely already fed from him moments ago had she not stepped in and taken control of the situation. He owed everything to her. 

"I'm sorry, Helaine. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm a big girl, Jason. I can take care of myself."

"Not against this, you can't." He said softly. "The Great One is born from all of the sin in the world. She was created at the dawn of time and every generation of my family must send her back into the void."

"How is it that she gets free each time?"

"No one knows. It's almost as if the Devil plants a seed and she springs up, fully formed from a wound in the Earth."

"Does she spring from the same place each time?"

"I don't know. There are no records of first sightings."

"Your predecessors didn't keep any records about her?"

"Not really." Jason glared at a building for a minute, then looked away. "There is never enough time to lay pen to paper."

"Why not?"

"Helaine, I don't know how to explain this to you. I do not exist."

"What? You had one too many beers at dinner, Jason."

"No, I didn't. I don't exist. I don't have a social security number, I never went to school and I've never had a job. I was born and exist for the express purpose of killing The Great One."

Morris rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling the tension pulse there. "Jason, I've tried to be as supportive as possible, even though I run people like you over to the psych ward on a daily basis. But this is going too far."

"Pull the car over."

"Jason ... "

"Just pull over for a moment." 

When Morris had found a place to park, she shut the car off, turning to him. "What now?" Lively showed her his hands and she examined them, noting that both palms were perfectly smooth. Skepticism ruled her as she released him, scowling and shaking her head. "You could have had them burned off."

"Then where's the scar tissue?" 

Morris couldn't answer that. True, there should have been scars or at least something that showed that the regular whorls and lines existed. There was nothing. "You could have been born like that."

"I was but it wasn't due to any disease. It was because I was born the same way that all the other Livelys have been born."

"How do you pay for things?"

"The Legacy Corporation. I'm taken care of."

"You don't have to pay for anything?"

"Never have. My apartment, my car ... everything belongs to the Corporation. The Legacy is well-protected and well-cared for."

"That must be nice." She maneuvered the car back into traffic, angry that while she had to work her ass off, all he did was lie around, supposedly waiting to kill this chick. "Wish I could find a gig like that."

"You don't want a 'gig' like this, Helaine." Jason sighed, still searching the buildings. "Knowing that each day you live may be your last."

The detective turned and stared at him for as long as she could before returning her focus to the road. "Is it really that hard?"

Lively nodded. "Many people don't like Timothy Dalton's portrayal of James Bond but I do." He hesitated. "You know why?"

"No, why?"

"Because if you read any of Fleming's books, you would know that Bond lived every day, every second of the day as if it was his last. He was very aware of death hanging over his shoulder like the sword of Damocles, but he ignored it, choosing to live hedonistically instead of waiting for the ax to fall." Lively looked over at her. "Dalton captured that dark essence perfectly. He didn't crack jokes like Moore or exist on charm like Connery. And he certainly wasn't vain like Brosnan. He was an ordinary man who performed an extraordinary service." His voice broke. "An ordinary man, like me."

While Morris thought on his words, the young man grabbed her arm. 

"This is it! This is the place I saw! She's here!"

The detective once again found a place to park, looking up at the building. "Now what?"

The excruciatingly loud noise of metal being ripped apart filled the tiny space as something rolled the roof back like the lid on a tin of sardines. Morris wanted to scream but couldn't; Lively wanted to move but was unable to. 

Smiling happily, The Great One cast them into unconsciousness. "Thank you for coming to me." Her dark eyes hungrily devoured Lively's limp form. "Shall we begin?"



Grimoire Ch. 07



Pain flooded every inch of Morris' body and she whimpered in awakening. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the harshness of the bright light that assaulted her. The impossibly beautiful black woman arose from her seat on a throne-like chair, lights swirling in her eyes. Morris remembered Lively's warning not to look at her but felt her eyes drawn to the perfection of her naked body. 

All at once, she knew what a lesbian felt. The Great One's legs were impeccable. Smooth muscle linked hip to knee to calf to ankle and every inch was covered with toned, unblemished flesh. Her hips were small, not really suited for childbearing but wide enough to differentiate them from her torso. Her flat stomach stretched elegantly upward, dimpling under heavy, large-nippled breasts and her shoulders spread softly into two arms, elbows and hands. But it was her face that had Morris mesmerized. She had never seen a face as lovely as hers.

"Like what you see?" Morris shook her head and cast her eyes down quickly, realizing that she had been staring. The Great One just laughed, moving around her and touching her hair. "You have beautiful hair. You should wear it down." Morris shivered with terror. What should I say? She had never talked to a god before. "Hello would be nice."

"You can read my mind?"

"Of course." Again, that playful chuckle. "I am a god, you know."

"No, I didn't know."

"My, my. Jason is slipping. He usually tells his protégé the history of the Legacy."

"I'm not his protégé."

"No? Then what are you?"

"A police officer."

The Great One thought about that for a long time. "I'm sorry. I don't understand how a police officer fits into this."

"Neither do I. You should just let me leave before things get any worse."

The smile the Great One gave her was benevolent with an underlying stench of evil that made Helaine's stomach twist. "You can't leave now." Morris wrenched her eyes away, suddenly terrified. "But then, you knew that."

"Look, why hold me? I'm not involved in this. It's between you and Jason."

"You should have thought about that before you interfered in our Mixing." She closed her eyes and pressed her hand into her pud, pushing against her clit. "I'm hungry again. And you're going to feed me."

"What?"

"Jason didn't tell you that I feed?" She continued to rub herself and the scent of a woman's sex pricked Morris' nostrils. "He really did royally fuck up this time."

Morris sat up, deciding to take things into her own hands. "Listen, I don't know what you're talking about but I have to call in or ... "

"Or what? I already called in for you. Your precinct thinks that you're feeling sick and that you'll be in tomorrow."

"You didn't call in for me. Herv would never accept anyone calling in for me."

"He would if it was you." The Great One grinned like a mischievous child and placed her hand on Morris' shoulder, seeming to channel something from her. When she spoke, Morris knew. "Hello, Herv, it's Morris. Yeah, I know I'm late calling in but I had a flat tire. I told you that I needed another back tire. Anyway, I'm not feeling so hot and I'm going to sleep in tomorrow. I'll be in on Tuesday. Great. See you. 'Bye."

Morris stared at the woman, stunned at hearing her own voice issuing from The Great One's mouth. "How ... how did you do that?"

Her dark eyes blazed with red fire for a moment and the detective gasped. "I am a god, remember?" She stretched her lovely body, diddling herself while gazing at the detective's body. "Take your clothes off. I'm ready to feed."

"I'm not into girls."

"Well, that doesn't matter." She moved nearer to the detective, the swirls in her eyes suddenly moving and hypnotizing Morris. "I need to feed and to do that, I need you to eat my pussy." Morris just stared at the woman. "Detective Morris, will you eat my pussy?"

"Yes, Great One."

A surge of power went through her as she looked down at the puny human, watching the woman remove her clothes. This one wasn't bad, she thought. She was short but the combination of red hair and green eyes had her intrigued. And then, there were her breasts. The Great One would never have imagined that the voluptuous flesh that Detective Morris uncovered was hidden under that plain grey poplin suit.

"Come here, my lovely. It's time to feed."



Grimoire Ch. 08



It had been a long time since Helaine Morris had felt the touch of another human being's hand on her body and the touch of The Great One was beyond compare. Electrical volts seemed to feed from her fingers, leaving streams of tingles in the wake of each stroke she gave. Helaine's body seemed not to be her own. She watched from outside her body as she removed her clothing, taking a long time to let her shirt slide off of her shoulders, her skin feeling the rough texture of the cloth. Her bra went next and then her pants and suddenly, she felt as if she was in a romantic novel, wanton and needy.

Morris' hands roamed her own flesh, stroking and pinching, raising her sexual and physical temperature. She had never felt something as glorious as her own flesh and her honest reaction showed it. The Great One watched the human with great amusement and even greater jealousy; it had been eons since she had been able to respond as openly as Morris was. Sex was a chore, a job to her. It was not enjoyable but maybe this time, it would be different.

She spoke a few words and the detective came to her, nearly floating on the strength of her lust. The Great One bent and took her nipple into her mouth, pulling Morris' body against her body and quivering with the energy that coursed through them. It was so pure and it startled The Great One to realize that the detective had never had sex with a female. She thought that all humans were depraved and the beauty of the woman's response spread through her like butter on a hot surface.

Helaine's mind reeled with the sensations she was feeling. It no longer mattered that she was being ravished by a female. The way her tongue was wrapping around her nipple was making jolts of electricity run down her legs and her pussy was growing wet. She ran her hands through her hair and pulled her mouth down, crushing her breast in the process and quivering over the seductive mixture of pain and pleasure that rocketed through her body.

"So, you like a little pain?" The Great One bit down on one nipple and the detective howled, throwing her head back, her breath coming in loud pants. "You are turning out to be quite a surprise. I wish I could keep you." The words didn't pierce the spell she'd weaved on the human and she placed soft kisses across her belly, tasting the flesh that quivered beneath her lips and tongue. "Now it's time for me to feed, my lovely. Maybe we'll meet in the next life."

Detective Morris tried to make a noise but the scream was caught in her throat. She felt The Great One's mouth on her pussy and she instantly came, her juices flowing into her mouth. Helaine had never cum so hard before and she pushed her creaming cunt against The Great One's mouth, desperate to have the experience again. She didn't have to wait long. Her tongue curled inside her juicy twat, licking the walls clean as she urged the human on to a large climax. That climax would release the essence that she needed to feed upon and in turn, she could cum, increasing her hold on the human world and further eroding the Legacy's hold.

Cum. Helaine heard the word deep in her brain as she rocked against the woman's face, rubbing her pussy toward a sensation that was so warm and sweet that she was breathless, waiting for it. She wanted it so badly. Cum. Her hips moved faster, flexing in an up-and-down motion. The feelings started from deep inside her, working their way out to her pussy and she gasped, feeling it come closer and closer ...

A roar split the air and Morris screamed. The Legacy had entered the room and was standing directly behind The Great One. The man she knew as Jason Lively had vanished. In his place was a god, a powerfully-built man with dark blue skin and piercing black eyes that bore tiny stars. The Great One tried to stand but it was too late. The Legacy was already naked, his huge penis hard and encased in the item that Lively had stolen from the oddities shop: a soft leather casing that had a blue diamond point on its end. His hands gripped The Great One's shoulders and he pushed his cock into her virgin pussy.



Grimoire Ch. 09



Brilliant blue light imbued the room, temporarily blinding Morris. She rolled off the bed, her senses clearing as the incredible scene unfolded in front of her. The Great One morphed from a gorgeous, black woman to black-skinned imp of the Devil, tiny horns drilling their way out at her temples as the detective watched. The Legacy pumped her, his teeth gleaming in the light and his eyes rolling back in his head as he neared his climax.

"NO!"

The Great One fought the tears that were brimming in her eyes, the searing pain of his cock sending pain through her body. This was not the pain of pleasure; it was the pain of death. She felt her precious sexual energy leaving her, knowing that the blue diamond would absorb it and humankind would be saved again. She reached out to Morris, hoping to draw on the connection they had shared but the woman was frightened and had moved well out of range.

"Please. Help me."

Not quite knowing why, Morris' eyes filled with tears and she backed away from the demon. Despite the feelings that she had felt, she knew that they were not real; that this was the true face of The Great One. The detective watched in horror as her dark eyes disappeared, replaced by fiery red orbs, her kissable mouth now a ruby slash, grimacing with sharp teeth. 

"Bitch!" 

Her shout of anguish mingled with The Legacy's roar of possession and the entire room burst into blue flame, a circle of red light briefly flashing as it broke into shards and disappeared. When the fire died away, Morris lay in the corner, still covering herself protectively and arising to view the carnage. To her surprise, nothing remained of The Great One. The bed was empty and the sexual charge in the air had completely dissipated.

A grunt sounded from the other side of the bed and Detective Morris gingerly made her way around, gasping as The Legacy tried to rise to its feet. He looked up, his eyes twin blue flames that bored into her. 

"Will you help me? I must get on the bed."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No. You have my word."

Fear still gripped her in its clutches, even as Helaine helped him stand and slide onto the bed. His frightening eyes met with hers and a slight smile touched his thin lips. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Where is Jason?"

"Inside me."

"Is there a way that I can speak with him?"

"You wish to talk to my human component?"

"Yes."

"Very well. So be it."

The god form of the Legacy began to waver, undulating like heat rising from the road. The blue skin and muscles melted away, leaving the human form in its wake. The transparent outline of the god remained, but the body of Jason Lively was solid. Helaine Morris reached out, sobbing with joy when she saw his hand reaching for hers. "Oh, Jason!"

"Thank you for helping me see this through. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

"But the car ... I saw her rip the roof off ... "

"I left a spiritual döppelganger there. She would not have been able to detect that it wasn't me." He smoothed her hair, smiling as he felt the relief that flooded her. "Helaine, I am dying."

She sniffled, whispering. "I know."

"I have something to ask of you."

"What is it?"

"Would you bear my child? You will be taken care of for the rest of your life."

"Will he have to die as you have?"

"No. I had a child with another woman whom The Great One killed. The child is in the care of the Corporation." 

Morris thought to herself. Her life had been nothing but emptiness. Work and sleep. No men, no dates. No love. A baby would make her complete. "Yes, Jason. I will."

Morris let her hands caress his body, removing the casing from his penis and impaling herself onto his hard rod. She rocked against him, unable to stop sobbing as she saw tears falling onto his cheeks, mixed with the rawness of the lust they felt. Her first orgasm snatched the breath from her lungs and her pussy sent a thick coating of juice onto his cock. Jason whimpered, biting his lip so hard that blood trickled between his teeth. She leaned down, kissing him and groaning when his tongue softly touched hers.

"Helaine." His whisper made her stomach clench and a second orgasm took her by surprise as his hands rubbed and squeezed her ass. "Helaine, I love you."

"Jason." She moved faster against him, pounding him harder into the soft mattress and he held onto her hips, his mouth capturing hers as they moved closer and closer to release. Morris couldn't breathe when his fingers found her clit and lightly pinched it. His second thrust catapulted her over the edge and Jason quickly followed, his body quivering with each spurt of cum. She collapsed against him, softly sobbing in the circle of his arms. "Jason, I love you."

* * * * *

Helaine awoke as the first light of dawn flooded the room and was upset to see that she was alone in the bed. A circle of men in black suits surrounded the bed and a tall man with gray hair stepped forward, removing his sunglasses. 

"Miss Morris, it's time to go."

Calmly, she accepted the clothing that he offered, wondering how he knew her size but she didn't let it worry her. She dressed and pulled the tennis shoes on, a sense of peace pervading her. Time to go, Miss Morris. She nodded, hearing his words in her mind and arose, turning back to the bed at the last minute.

On the pillow was a plastic-wrapped page of text, artfully decorated with birds and butterflies. Words that she couldn't read formed two columns on both side of the paper and in the top corner was an eerily lifelike drawing of Jason, his penetrating eyes meeting with hers. As she stared at the drawing, it came to life and Jason winked at her, a smile touching his lips. This will be our grimoire, Helaine heard and her pussy twitched. 

With a final look around the room, Detective Helaine Morris turned to the man. "All right. I'm ready."