2 comments/ 8227 views/ 4 favorites Otherworld By: Divajj Johnny woke to an empty bed. Before he opened his eyes, he honed in on where Devan was in the house. He knew she was in the house since he kept mental tabs on her -- even while sleeping. He didn't keep mental tabs on what she was doing, what room she was in but he made sure he always knew if she was safe... Kitchen. With Menis. Fabulous. He slipped on jeans and a tee and went downstairs. He could hear Devan giggling from outside of the kitchen door and Menis saying something in a low voice. Johnny closed his eyes and gained control over his anger before opening the door a crack. Devan was standing at the kitchen counter mixing butter-cream frosting and Menis was dipping his finger in and trying to get Devan to lick the frosting off of his finger. She was giggling and turning away. Menis laughed back at Devan and swiped her cheek with the frosting, then licked it off. He then dipped his finger back into the bowl, put his finger by Devan's lips and smiled. Devan smiled and turned her face. "Menis... you're being frisky today..." Menis nodded his head then swiped his finger over Devan's neck. Before he had a chance to lick it off, Johnny walked in and cleared his throat. He could feel Devan's heart racing as she wiped the frosting off her neck. "Menis, go to your room, I will meet you there in a second." Smartly, Menis didn't argue and went upstairs. Devan stood leaning against the counter looking down. Johnny walked in front of her and with a finger, raised her chin to look at him. "Love, you must stop flirting with Menis. What is simple, easy, harmless fun to you, is too much for him to handle. I know YOU don't mean anything by it BUT I'm telling you now, you're pushing me over my breaking point with Menis and you're shoving what he cannot have in his face. I know it's just who you are with him, but he is no longer just your friend, he is my twin brother and you are my mate and that makes it different now. Please, for me... STOP. Stop because I'm asking you to, no, begging. Because I don't' want to hurt him Devan and I'm going to. And you will never forgive me or yourself... so STOP." Johnny lightly kissed her lips, "So we're agreed then?" Devan nodded, "I'm sorry... I thought if I just kept it away from you, things wouldn't have to change..." "But you see they do, right Devan?" Johnny asked. Devan looked down, "Yes... I feel what you're feeling and I don't want to fear for him..." Johnny kissed her forehead. "I won't hurt him... I'm going to scare the shit out of him though." Johnny pushed open Menis' bedroom door and slammed it behind him. He could feel Menis' flippant attitude fading being replaced by fear. Absolute fear. And Johnny loved every second of it. He grabbed Menis by the neck and lifted him off the ground, "What do I have to do to get you to stay away from her? You covet her simply because she is mine, BROTHER. Because she adores you, I will not hurt you now but let me tell you this, you continue to flirt, lick, touch or do anything to her that you KNOW I wouldn't approve of, I can promise you that she will not be able to save you. You have done enough haven't you? She was meant to be mine. She was to be my mate. She was to be pure for me, the KING. You knew that and when she was lost you searched for her ahead of me, you found her, you BED HER, you kept me from her - for 9 FUCKING YEARS, you continue to be in love with her and dream about her and want her even though she has clearly made her choice. It's NOT YOU MENIS. SO BACK THE FUCK OFF BEFORE I do more than scare you." Johnny let Menis' neck go and he dropped in a pile on the floor gasping for air. Johnny put his hand on the knob and turned, "Are we clear?" Menis nodded as the door slammed. Johnny went back up to his quarters with Devan. She had brought the cupcakes and frosting upstairs in their private kitchen and was finishing up in there. He snuck up quietly behind her, put one hand over her mouth and the other up her skirt from behind. She dropped a spoon and let out a gasp as he slid a finger into her core. She tried to turn but Johnny kept her in place, "I'll let you know when I want you to turn, do as I say" he whispered gruffly into her ear. Johnny reached the waist of her skirt and tore it off, Devan stood still, waiting for Johnny to move, he smiled and dropped his jeans, leaned Devan over the counter, and brought her ass to his hips. He played with her, entering her a bit then pulling out while he slid his fingers into her hungry mouth. She grabbed and begged for him, he could smell her heat for him, Devan tried to turn her face to him to catch a glimpse as Johnny slid a little deeper. He pulled out and tugged her hair and brought her head to his shoulder, "Did I tell you to turn? Did I? You may answer..." Devan shook her head, "No". Johnny gently pushed her to her knees, walked around to her front, she was panting, her lips swollen and perfect and her nipples hard through her tank top. He took her head in his hands and tilted her head up so her mouth opened and he slid into her mouth. Her hands came up and he pulled her head back, "Did I tell you to touch me? Did I Devan? You may answer..." Devan shook her head, "No." Johnny smiled, dipped his free hand to her tank top and tore it off. He pulled her head back again, slid into her mouth, feeling her lips grow tight around him, her tongue play with him and this time, Devan kept her hands behind her back. He smirked, keeping his hand on the back of her head controlling her speed, slowing down and speeding up, slowing down and speeding up. When he was ready to have her, he pulled her up. Devan's eyes were pleading Johnny to take her now, but he wanted to torture her a little more. He lifted her onto the counter and knelt in front of her, dipped his head between her legs and slid a finger and his tongue into her. She was deliciously wet, he licked and penetrated her with his tongue, listening to her moan, gasp and plead. He stood in front of her and brought her down from the counter, leaned her over the table face down, she turned, "Oh Devan, haven't we learned by now?" He smirked. He turned her face down again and brought his hand between her legs. He slid two fingers in, out, in, out, lifting her ass up so he could reach around to her clit. He stimulated her as she grabbed the table, her head never turning. He stopped, pulled his fingers out, waiting, testing. She didn't turn, she stayed in the position he placed her in, breathing heavy, waiting for him. He wrapped her hair around his fist again and stood her in front of him, pushed her down to her knees again, she was pleading for him to enter her. But Johnny was having fun, "Open your mouth Devan." She opened and he entered her mouth again, sucking on him with a ferocity that told him she was desperate for him. She licked and sucked, kissed his manhood and sucked some more. He pulled out of her mouth, she stayed kneeling, he stood her up, backed her into the wall, he pinned her hands behind her back with one hand and lifted her around his waist with the other and pounded into her. He felt her legs lock around his hips, so he brought his hand up to her head and brought their lips together. Johnny pushed into her harder and deeper with each penetration of his hips and mouth. Devan let out a moan, "My God" and he could feel her getting pushed over the edge as her legs pushed his body into hers tightly. He reached up and grabbed her hair back, "I'll stop Devan, don't push me, I'll tell you when you'll cum. Got it?" Devan nodded. He pushed gently into her, playing with her, knowing she was ready to climax. Johnny slid the tip of his penis in then looked at Devan, ripe and ready for him, begging for more. He gently pushed in a little more and grabbed Devan's hair and tugged so her back was arched. He slid his fingers into her mouth and watched her suck herself off of his fingers, deeper and deeper his fingers went into her mouth and he could feel her tongue playing. He dipped his head to her breast and took her nipple into his mouth. He pressed it in his teeth, biting, sucking, penetrating her softly, in and out, licking and sucking, biting and tugging. Johnny stopped, smiled and looked up at Devan who was raw with passion for him, as raw as the first time they were together on that roof. He brought her face to his, and gently kissed her lips, then pounded into her over and over again. He pushed harder and deeper with every thrust until they were both climaxing together. He grabbed Devan from behind and pressed deeply into her core, pressed his head to her neck and bit into her vein. Devan's head fell back in ecstasy as she let out a gasp and moan. He could feel her body go limp and he gently pressed her head to his vein, nudging her to feed with him. He felt her lick, play with him, then sink her teeth in. Johnny let them disappear into the void before he made them appear on their bed, still connected, still feeding. Otherworld Seduction Sounds of honking cars, bustling people and talking from around where suddenly gone, as a young man making his way through the streets of Seattle found the floor give way out from under him, and everything go dark. When everything finally came clear he found himself laying on the ground face first, pulling himself up he looked around, seeing trees and grass all around him, he got himself to his feet as he surveyed the area. He was standing in a field and in the distance he could see a wooden building about three stories high, and the sound of people could be heard from within. He dusted off his blue jeans and pulled his club shirt around his tee, and then pulled his backpack back on. He was completely lost at this moment and decided to head inside the building to get some info. As he came to the doors it looked like a tavern and he made his way inside, he got several strange looks from his attire but most of the guest within went back to their drinks and conversations, but unbeknownst to him, were the eyes that watched him from the rafters, very closely. The young man found a seat and made himself comfortable, and pondered on what he should do, as he sat there a very beautiful young lady walked up to him and smiled. "Can I buy you a drink?" The man looked up and at her, and nodded. "Sure that might help right now" She grinned and had a two glassed brought over and paid for them with some gold coins, and sat next to him, cuddling up a little too close for his comfort. "My name is Sapphira, and what might they call you" she took a long sip from her drink and watched him closely. He thought closely for a long moment. "Kire" He took a drink and about choked, as the drink he held was heavy with alcohol. She moved closer and pressed her body against his. "Is that all? Just Kire?" He nodded, "yes, that's all" He didn't trust her; she was too friendly too quick. The two talked for awhile after that, the alcohol loosened him up, as well as his tongue, when he finally grew tired she got him a room upstairs and lead him upstairs with some help as the alcohol in the drink had made him unsteady, Once inside she laid him down on the bed and slide onto his body, taking control, she kissed him deeply and passionately, her tongue instantly snaking into his mouth. He tried to fight her, but it was in vain as his body took over, the drink had clouded his mind, his hands slide up her back and over her shoulders as he returned her kiss with his own, she growled deeply with lust as she undid her hair, letting the crimson red locks fall around her face and onto his. Soon the two where tearing the clothing off each other, and rolling around on the bed in a knot of tangled flesh, arms and legs intertwined with each other, hands caressing each others skin. She gasped out deeply as his hand slide between her legs and began to rub over her Labia slowly, caressing the pink folds causing them to swell and turn darker as he body reacted; she soon was rocking against his hand, needing more pressure. He could feel her juices upon his hand, as she grew increasingly wet. His mouth took one of her rock hard nipples and began to suck upon it, she suddenly screamed out in ecstasy, as she herself was astounded on just how quickly she got off. She looked to him and begged him to fuck her, as she needed it more then ever. She got her wish as his prick slide into her cunt, and began to rock back and forth, in and out of her, she moaned deeply and held onto him tightly, the two spent hours embraced his cock fucking her cunt deeply, for some reason he could hold out for what seemed like forever and yet remain rigid after climax. She too had orgasmed several times this night, and finally came herself, her hips rocking hard and fast against his, her hands in her hair, she fucked him as hard as she could as she rode out the biggest orgasm she had ever had, wings sprouted from her back and spread open as she felt him cum deep inside of her body. He felt back exhausted and with his eyes close, and she fell limply against him. When he fell asleep, she removed herself from the bed and pulled her clothing on, and watched him. "I was going to drain you of your life, but after tonight, you've earned it, I've never felt such pleasure with a man, your unique, and for that I'll be keeping my eye on you young Kire" And with that the Succubus vanished from the room but left her hair ribbon, for him to remember her. OtherWorld They reached the coffee shop around eleven o'clock. Although it was open until one in the morning, customers were fairly scarce as it got later, and the place looked mostly empty. As they stepped onto the sidewalk outside the shop, Lauren stopped and sniffed the air. "Mmm, smells wonderful," she said, "have you been here before?" "On occasion," Jeff said, "come on, I can recommend something--" Jeff was interrupted as the front door swung open, and the single worst possible feeling shot through his stomach like a shotgun blast. Tracy stepped out of the shop onto the sidewalk directly in front of him. There would be no escape for him this time, and he was forced to face the one person in the world he didn't want to see. Tracy seemed surprised to see him, but her face softened immediately as if she had been looking for him. "Jeff..." "No, Tracy, I don't think now is a good time to talk." He glanced over at Lauren, who had stepped away and was trying to fade inconspicuously into the shadows. Tracy threw a disinterested glance in her direction as well. "Please, I need to talk to you." "We don't have anything to talk about." "Jeff, I love you." The words hit him like a ton of bricks. Had she said that to him before? Had he said it to her? Did it even mean anything anymore? "You love me enough to cheat on me," Jeff said quietly, hoping Lauren wouldn't have to listen to any of their conversation. Tracy's face registered frustration, and Jeff knew, ironically, she was tired of him bringing up the subject. "I didn't--it was a mistake, I know that. You said it yourself, you were being a pain in the ass yesterday. You told me you still loved what's-her-name--" "Oh yeah, okay," Jeff said, not masking his irritation, "yeah, I did say I still loved 'what's-her-name', as you so kindly put it. You knew exactly what I meant when I said that." "How am I supposed to be in a relationship knowing you still love another woman?" "I can't believe how goddamn irrational you are, Tracy." "What?" "Do you stop loving your grandparents when they die? Your parents? Your best friend? So me still loving my dead girlfriend is a little different than you going off and fucking whatever jackass loser you find." Jeff could see the rage taking over Tracy's face. He knew he was in it up to the neck now, but he didn't care. "Okay, fine," Tracy said, trying to keep her voice calm, "I gave you a chance, Jeff, but you blew it. I gave you a chance to come back to me, but you know what? There's about a million guys in this town who are much better fucks than you are, and I could have any one of them." "Well, Tracy," Jeff said, finally seeing his chance, "I'm sure you'll have all of them." Tracy absolutely glared at him, and if she were a violent person, she no doubt would have decked him as hard as she could by now. Instead, she flung back her long blonde hair and took another look at Lauren, a spiteful look that lingered far longer than seemed comfortable. She turned back to Jeff and jabbed an accusatory finger in his direction. "Not even a day has gone by and you're already out with the first fucking loser freak you can find, just like the last one. Have fun worshipping Satan with the little witch, okay?" One last vindictive glare, and Tracy walked away. Jeff's heart was thundering in his chest. What would hopefully be their final confrontation was much more unpleasant than he had ever imagined. At least now he wouldn't have to wait for it to come, he could only hope that he would be able to stay out of Tracy's way from now on. OtherWorld "Fuck me, please, now..." No... Jeff quickly hooked his fingers through the waistband of her panties and expertly slid them down her shapely legs. He tossed them to the floor, and she wrapped her legs hungrily around his hips... Stop, not now, not her... He reached for his zipper, practically in a frenzy, his hands shaking as he began to take down his zipper... STOP! Without warning he cried out and pulled away from her, sweat dripping from his head, his breath coming in quick shallow puffs. His eyes dropped away from her to the floor, his face flushed red and hot, and he felt as if he might faint. Lauren watched him with a mixture of shock and disappointment on her face. "Jeff? What is it?" He tried to slow his breath, but felt as if he might be having some sort of panic attack. He bent over, his hands on his knees like he'd just finished running a marathon. "I can't--I can't...I'm sorry..." Lauren hopped off the table and pulled her skirt back down, an action that seemed to embarrass her more than make her feel comfortable. She approached Jeff slowly and laid a hand lightly on the back of his neck as his breathing began to slow. "It's okay, Jeff, it's alright. Here, have a seat." She pulled out a chair from a nearby table, and he immediately dropped into it. She knelt down beside him and grabbed his hand. The red began to drain slowly from his face, and his breathing returned to normal, but he looked tired and embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said weakly, "I don't know what happened, I just...I wanted to, but I couldn't." She stroked his cheek again, and it seemed to comfort him a little. "It's okay, I understand." "When you said you could help me, is that what you meant?" "Not at all, that was just...that was just what felt good. I don't know what happened to me, I didn't ask you here for that." "Then what did you ask me here for," Jeff asked, "I'm guessing it wasn't for a French test." "Every once in a while," she said, stroking Jeff's hand lovingly, "people call out to me. It's not something I can explain. I wouldn't call myself psychic because it doesn't happen all the time, but sometimes, very infrequently, I can hear people, I can hear their thoughts." "So, you can hear my thoughts?" "Sometimes, yes. Other times, it's more of a feeling, like a strong magnet pulling me towards someone or someplace. The other night, I got a stronger feeling from you than I've ever gotten from anybody." "What does it mean?" "I don't know," she said, "it means different things for different people. It's why I asked you here, and now I know where your pain lies, but I don't know how to fix it." Jeff wiped the back of his hand across his eyes and took a deep breath. Everything had been moving so quickly for the past two days, and now time seemed to be suspended. His mind was working frantically just to keep up, let alone figure out exactly what was going on. "Lauren, I don't understand any of this. I mean, what the hell just happened here?" She shook her head. "I don't know, that's never happened to me. I've never felt so out of control, all I could think of was..." Her voice trailed off as her face turned red with embarrassment. Jeff looked up at her earnestly, his body finally pulling itself under control, his hands shaking less. "How are you supposed to help my pain?" Lauren looked away from him. She slowly got to her feet and pulled over a chair from the table, kicking coffee soaked French notes sheepishly out of her way. She sat down near him and let out a deep breath. "All I can tell you will be pretty unclear. If I could be less vague, I would be." "Well, you brought it up. So tell me." Lauren smiled at him, then crossed her legs, being careful not to let her skirt get too high. "Wiccans, like Lilah and me, celebrate Halloween as a sacred holiday called Samhain--" "Sow-what?" "Samhain. It's the name used by the ancient Celts, Gaelic for 'summer's end.' The night Lilah was killed, when she woke up in a panic, you thought she mumbled something about Halloween and fixing clothes. Sowing. Samhain. Close, but no cigar." "That explains a lot," Jeff said with a tone of resignation. "Anyway, Samhain has nothing to do with masks or candy or black cats or goblins or ghouls. Wiccans celebrate Samhain because it's believed to be the most magically potent night of the year. We believe it's also the perfect night for divination--" "Tarot cards, runes..." "Right, whatever your thing is. I'm glad you're following." "I'm following," Jeff said, "but I just don't understand what any of this has to do with me." "They say that the eve of Samhain, Halloween night, is the night when the veil between our world and the spirit world is thin enough for the dead to cross over. I think this is important to you." Jeff was silent for a long time as his brain attempted to process this information. Everything Lauren had told him made sense, and it would have seemed entirely plausible, except that Jeff in no way believed in magic and ghosts. At the same time, he didn't believe in people with psychic powers, yet Lauren had managed to read his mind several times since they'd met. Then again, it could have been a fluke. "So what you're saying is..." "I don't know what I'm saying," Lauren said. "You'll bear with me if I find all of this very difficult to swallow. First, you're telling me that, uh, you can read my mind. Now you're telling me that...well, I guess you're telling me that Lilah could come back." "I'm not necessarily telling you that--" "Then what the fuck are you necessarily telling me, Lauren?" Jeff jumped to his feet and began pacing impatiently as Lauren watched him with a hurt look. "You know, tell me something or don't tell me anything, but if this is some kind of fucking game--" "It's not a game!" "Okay, okay, fine. But what it really comes down to is that you have nothing particularly useful to tell me." "I guess not," Lauren said impatiently. "Then go," Jeff ordered, "go now, Lilah, because I really can't handle this shit right now, and I want you to leave before I say or do something that I'll regret." Her expression looked like she'd been hit with a truck. She stood slowly and turned her back to him and gazed out into the cold night. "My name is Lauren." "What?" "My name is Lauren. You called me Lilah." Jeff's stomach dropped. Had he? What exactly did that mean? Probably nothing, his mind was racing, twisting everything together. What the hell, his tired mind reasoned, one Wiccan is as good as another. "Sorry," he said softly. "It's no big deal," she said, her head dropping down and looking at the floor. She scanned the floor for a moment, then found her panties near the table. Watching her pick them up off the floor and pull them back on underneath her skirt sent a shiver of guilt through Jeff's gut. It was something he had seen Tracy do many times after a quick, meaningless fuck, a tawdry action that a girl like Lauren should have never had to do. Jeff looked away. "I'm sorry I snapped at you." Lauren knelt down and began gathering her coffee soaked French notes. "It's okay." "Lauren, when we were...I heard a voice telling me to stop, telling me it was wrong." "I heard it too." "What was it?" She finished gathering her papers, then stood up straight and looked at him. "The voice didn't say it was wrong. It said, 'not her.'" Again, he could see hurt in her eyes, but she was doing a good job of hiding it. She turned and headed for the door. "Do you need me to walk you home?" "Jeff, let's not make this into a big deal, okay? We made a mistake, let's not dwell on it. I'll get home fine, and you can pretend not to know me again tomorrow." "I won't--" Before he could get another word out, she was gone into the night. OtherWorld "I have to go," he said, feeling his hands shaking. Lauren looked at him with concern and put her hand gently on his arm. "Are you okay?" "No, I have to go." He turned, and with the circle behind him, headed back into the woods, without any idea of what direction he was going. Lauren ran up behind him quickly. "What is it, Jeff, what did you see?" "Nothing," he said impatiently, the unbearable spinning in his head finally slowing, "I didn't see anything." "Where are we going?" "Lauren, I don't know. I wandered out here, and I have no idea where I am. There's something going on here, I don't like it, and I don't want to play a part in it any more." "You might not have a choice in that," Lauren said. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means, sometimes you don't have to seek out the spirit world, sometimes it comes for you." Jeff stopped and whipped around on her. She jumped as he grabbed her by the arm. "Stop speaking to me in fucking riddles," Jeff growled at her, "none of this happened until you showed up, so give me some god damn answers." "I don't have any god damn answers," she cried back, her voice wavering, "I'm only here to help you, but if you don't want my help, then let me go." She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "I can't help you if you don't stop threatening me," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. Jeff looked at her, watched the anger that had come over her sweet face. In spite of that, he could see nothing but caring in her eyes. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "I'm so frustrated, Lauren, I don't understand anything. Everything's so fucking out of control, it's never been like this." He sighed loudly, trying to get his mind straight again, trying to regain his bearings in the darkness. "Jeff, I'm sorry too. I wish I could tell you what's going on, but I can't. All I know is I'm here to protect you." "Protect me from what?" "It's hard to say. There's something pulling you down." "This--this feeling? This magic force you told me about?" "No," Lauren said, taking a deep calming breath, "the power that's surrounding you now is good and pure. But you have to realize that our entire world, our entire universe, is in balance. For every moral deed, there's an immoral deed. For all the good power, there's evil power. You're surrounded by goodness, but I feel there's something trying to upset your balance." "Something evil." "Maybe. It doesn't have to be evil. It could be something selfish, something full of nothing but wanting, yearning, and that can be just as dangerous. Power like that can cloud your mind, make you see things that aren't necessarily true." Jeff gazed at her through the darkness. He'd given up on trying to understand completely, but he was going to have to accept the fact that a higher power was running things now. "So what do we do," Jeff asked. "We have to leave this place. It's why I came to find you, I think this place is dangerous for you. You were drawn to their circle of power, but I don't think it's strong enough to keep you safe." "Okay." Jeff gazed at her for another moment, then took her by the hand. As soon as they touched, he felt safer, warmer. "Thank you, Lauren." She smiled at him brightly. "Come on, let's go." He started off into the woods, but she stopped him. "Wait," she said. She reached to her neck and removed the silver chain from which dangled the protection symbol he had noticed earlier. "Take this." "No, Lauren, I can't--" "Don't argue with me," she said, holding the chain out to him, "you need this right now. If nothing happens, and you end up proving that I'm full of shit, you can give it back to me." Jeff looked at the symbol for a moment, a small circle with four concentric oval shapes looping out from it. He took it from her and hung it around his own neck. "I hope you are full of shit," he said with a slight smile, "because the real danger is going to be finding our way out of here. OtherWorld With a flare of lust in her eye, she got up, turned away from him. She supported herself on her knees as she pushed her butt into the air. On his knees, Jeff crawled up behind her and guided himself between her legs, letting the tip of his cock run down over her anus to the wet slit below. He carefully pressed forward into her once again, all the way in, as she breathed a sigh of pleasure. He rode her hard for several minutes as she pushed back against him. Gradually, the need for release built up inside him, a warm feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. He reached down and, with his thumb, gently put pressure on her anus as he thrust into her. Her cries of "yes, yes, yes" encouraged him to continue until, finally, he could feel himself ready to come. "Oh, fuck me, Jeff..." When the orgasm came, it was spectacular. He felt as if her were pumping every last drop of fluid into her, and her pussy readily accepted it, her body milking everything out of him until he couldn't take anymore. Their heavy breath permeating the night air, Jeff dropped to the rock below him, and Lauren dropped beside him, the cool ground giving them relief. They lay there, staring up at the stars, savoring the feel of being together, next to each other, well into the night. Finally, sleep overtook them.