by Ciarra Sims
Brenton was too involved in feeling her cunt around his throbbing cock to notice anything else. His hands were on her breasts kneading them into hard mounds that ached to be suckled.
The walls shuddered and whispered ancient ritualistic words in a tongue long forgotten. Tabitha’s anus expanded further as she was plundered from behind. It was a penis. She knew the feel of pliable skin versus an inanimate object, but it wasn’t Brenton’s. This one was different, uncircumcised, the rough edges of the foreskin causing extra friction that made Tabitha squirm.
But the hands held her as Brenton laved her breasts with his tongue, sucking on the areola until it tightened and puckered. His cock began to move in a staccato rhythm that Tabitha could not follow. The phallus in her ass moved in opposite rhythm. Tabitha was a sexual seesaw, fucked front and back. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one, exquisite in that Tabitha swore every nerve in her body was awakening to sensations she’d never even dreamed of!
Then she heard Brenton gasp. “What the?”
He was helpless as the walls seemed to stretch outward and the ancient runes became half-people, half-animals, watching their coupling, urging them on. Brenton’s eyes widened as Tabitha tried to communicate but she was being ridden by an unseen creature and jerked like a puppet. Brenton’s cock still thrust urgently but neither of them could come. The cock in Tabitha’s ass seemed to contract and expand with a will of its own, then without warning it withdrew and there was the coolness of air on her backside.
Brenton and Tabitha were propelled to the floor, Tabitha pinned under Brenton. He rode her urgently, screaming, seeming insane with unspent lust and the hallucinations he must have thought he was experiencing.
From beneath him Tabitha saw a shadow moving behind Brenton, slowly like a panther about to pounce. The shadow was in the shape of an ancient Felidaen and Tabitha was helpless to warn Brenton. But if the shadow meant harm it was not of a visual nature as it absorbed itself into Brenton’s body. The candles in their niches flickered and went out, plunging the windowless room in darkness. A single candle re-lit itself eerily and floated about the room bathing the straining couple in its glow.
Tabitha watched the surge of energy radiate through her lover. His eyes glowed like crystals regenerated and his cock swelled within her, opening her passage to a new feeling. There was a vibration through both their bodies as the room swirled. Their straining bodies lifted off the floor and levitated in the air, rising higher, until they were even with the height of the raised bed.
They were carefully deposited on the bed just as Brenton climaxed and shot a hot jet of come inside Tabitha. She clasped her legs around him and tightened her muscles. Instantly she screamed in relief as an acute orgasm rocketed through her. Exhausted and panting the couple clung to each other in a daze.
Brenton rolled off her, but his eyes still were a lighter blue and gleamed roguishly. “Did I please you?” The cadence of his low, deep voice was absent and in its place was a heavy Scottish brogue.
“Brenton? Is that you?” Tabitha wasn’t sure if he was playing a trick in retribution, but how could his eyes change color? No, now they were his usual dark blue hue and his voice held no accent. Maybe she had imagined the shadow, but she knew she hadn’t.
“Of course. It’s me. What the hell just happened? This room, it’s…” His eyes lightened and the heavy brogue resurfaced. “Aye. This is a fine body and I did pleasure ye, eh lass? We both did.” He chuckled richly. “Your lover will be more receptive to this day with my help. Pity I can’t stay. But the laws of the ancient ones must be upheld. Now my pretty, you and your lover drink the dram of potion, ye fine Gran hath brought.”
The delicate twisted champagne flutes glided through the air, held by unseen hands. They tilted towards Tabitha and Brenton’s lips. He spoke, still in heavy Scots, “I will be leaving after he drinks this, but I thank ye, lass and the pleasure was all mine!” With a half-salute the stranger in Brenton drained the glass and Tabitha found her own flute tipped to her lips and she was forced to drink up.
Her last coherent thoughts were, “What did it all mean?” Then she saw a shadow split off from Brenton’s sleeping form and move across the bed. A wet kiss was pressed on her lips and the shadow moved off to disappear into the wall, forming a single ancient spiral symbol. Then Tabitha fell into an exhausted drugged sleep.
* * * * *
She awoke to the sound of whispering and thought it was the room coming alive again. She shot up in bed, disturbing Brenton who awoke groggily and muttered, “Meggie, why do you always wake me when you leave?”
Tabitha growled in her throat. “Who the hell was Meggie? Argh! Men!” Brenton had no idea where he was. He thought he was at the penthouse after a cheap lay with blondie.
She heard the whispering again and glanced off the side of the bed. Seline stood, her eyes averted. Not that she could have seen much of the couple’s naked bodies, resting up high as they were, but she had to be cautious. Grandmother had warned her, and Seline was a good girl. Unlike herself, Tabitha sighed then turned her discontent on Brenton. She shoved him…hard. “Brenton wake up! Grandmother wants to see us.”
Brenton ignored her. Tabitha leaned over and sunk her teeth into his earlobe. Meggie, her ass!
Brenton howled and shot up in bed. Seline hastily retreated for the door, leaving two black robes at the foot of the dais. Brenton turned, seeing Tabitha and she swore his sleep-soaked eyes cleared instantly.
“Damn! I thought I was having a nightmare.”
“Was her name Meggie?” Tabitha’s eyes narrowed into slits of green.
“Meggie? What the hell does she have to do with any of this? I thought you…this…all of it was just a nightmare.”
Tabitha’s blood boiled at being called a nightmare. She’d fucked the man’s brains out and he called her a derogatory term. The bastard! Then she blinked in realization. They were in heated battle and there was no lust! The draught had worked! “Get up Brenton. Grandmother wants us downstairs. Seline says now! I think we’re cured. Do you feel anything?”
Brenton looked at her naked body, then at his half-erect cock, which hardened perceptively. “Yeah, but I can resist. So we’re done?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” She tried to keep the disappointment from her tone. There was nothing worse than a clingy, whiny feline.
Brenton climbed down from the dais and picked up the larger of the two robes. “There is something strange about this house, your grandmother, and sister. They think they’re witches, don’t they?”
“Not exactly.” Tabitha had watched Brenton’s backside retreating down the stairs of the dais and stifled a sigh of remorse. Despite the torrid sex, she still wanted him, potion or no potion. “They’re just different, that’s all.”
“To each his own,” Brenton stated matter-of-factly. “I just want to get the hell out of here and back to…” His voice tapered off.
“To what?” Tabitha nimbly started down the stairs. She felt wonderful after the deep sleep, vibrant and totally alive. But Brenton was not going to finish his sentence. He was still being secretive about the warehouse and the money. The money! She remembered the pilfered nine thousand. Should she give it to him? She reached for the other black robe Brenton held out to her. But in a flash he pulled it behind his back.
“I think I like you better naked.” Brenton’s eyes were a clear dark blue. It wasn’t the potion talking.
Tabitha’s heart skipped a beat. “What’s Meggie to you?”
“Meggie? That’s the second time her name has come up. Why?”
“You moaned her name in your sleep,” Tabitha accused.
“That may be, but she never did to me what you have done, and I don’t mean slipped me a bad potion.” His hand reached out and traced a line from the hollow in Tabitha’s throat to her breast and made circles, ever smaller until he stroked her nipple.
Tabitha moaned in her throat. “I can’t believe after all the times we’ve fucked, you still can thin
k about it.”
“I feel great! Like I’ve slept for a week and gone without…” Brenton took his index finger and licked it then pushed it into her belly button and twirled it around.
Instantly a twinge traveled from her stomach to her cunt as if an electric circuit switch had been triggered. She reached to part Brenton’s robe and saw his cock fully erect, standing at attention. She moved forward.
Seline’s voice on the other side of the door came loud and clear. “Grandmother says, you have to come now or something bad will happen!”
Tabitha jerked back, afraid Seline would come in and see another taboo sight. “We’d better go. There must be something urgent.” This time Brenton handed her the robe and she threw it on, belting it tightly.
Seline waited on the other side of the door. They followed her like an obedient flock along the hall and down the narrow back stairs into the kitchen. Pots and pans boiled on the stove and Brenton eyed the concoctions warily as if a toad might jump out at him.
“Relax.” Tabitha smiled. “We ran out of eye of newt. Now we just scramble eggs and fry bacon here.” The sound of bread popping out of the toaster made him jump visibly. “Good thing you don’t have that gun, or you’d kill the toaster, eh, stud?”
Brenton did not appreciate her sarcasm, which was evident by the glare he turned on her. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way. We obviously are cured or whatever you call it.”
He planned on just walking out and leaving her? Just like that? Tabitha couldn’t believe it!
But she needn’t have worried as her grandmother came in the room. “Sit down. Both of you. Have some breakfast.”
Tabitha looked about, “Seline said we had to come immediately or something bad would happen. What is it, Grandmother?”
“Just your breakfast will get cold. Sit, child, and you, my granddaughter’s chosen one.” She smiled at having given the young ones a bad turn thinking their haste was postponing doom.
“Thanks, I don’t have time.” Brenton looked puzzled for a minute. “Where are my keys?”
Grandmother looked unconcerned as she carried frying pans to the table and loaded up the four plates set neatly on place mats, with bacon and scrambled eggs. “No doubt in your pants, upstairs, where you left them. But you won’t need them.”
“Why? Am I going to take a broom?” Brenton swiped back.
Grandmother chuckled. “Spunky aren’t you? I like him, Tabitha. He’s got stamina too, apparently.”
“Grandmother!” Tabitha blushed red, embarrassed.
“Both of you, sit!” Grandmother placed the skillet back on the stove as Seline poured orange juice. “Now I know you must be thinking it’s late in the day for breakfast, but we keep to a different clock here, young man.”
Brenton looked disbelieving at the domestic scene unfolding in front of his eyes. All three women had taken their place at the table, just like any normal family about to sit down to a meal. “You don’t understand. I have urgent business to attend to. A matter of life and death and…”
“And you step out of this house and come midnight, you will be the one to die a painful death,” Grandmother replied, matter-of-factly.
“What?” Brenton looked uneasy. “What do you mean? You broke the spell, the curse…oh hell, whatever that was!”
“The sausage!” Seline howled as she jumped up for the stove. Brenton’s ingrained gentlemanly habits took over and he reached it first and turned off the burner under the smoking pork.
Grandmother looked on approvingly. “I gave you the first treatment. It’s a two-step therapy. Midnight is when the turning point comes. You have to be here for the finale or it is all in vain.”
“You mean more…” Tabitha crunched a piece of bacon.
“If you are both together and don’t complete the cure. If you are apart you both will have the mother of all sexual awakenings and perish. They don’t call it the little death for nothing.” She chucked at her play on words as she took a swallow of juice.
“What time is it?” Brenton found himself serving sausage links at the table. He could not explain why he did it, but it felt natural.
“In your time almost seven at night,” Grandmother answered.
“I have just enough time to do what I need to,” Brenton argued.
“Young man. Do you think I would risk my granddaughter’s life by letting you leave and possibly not return in time?”
“Look,” Brenton began. “I don’t exactly believe all of this but whatever you think, you obviously have some basis for it, so no, I would not endanger Tabitha, unless it was imperative I go so…”
“You may go tomorrow. There are preparations to be attended to and we will need all the time we have. Now eat. You will need your strength for the unbinding.” Grandmother looked up from her plate shrewdly, daring Brenton to challenge her authority.
Something in her eyes made Brenton take his seat and begin to eat. Tabitha knew the look and why he was powerless to refuse. Grandmother’s will of magic was strong, too strong for a mere mortal human to combat.
Just like any normal family they ate their seven p.m. breakfast with the exception of the sound of soft purring coming from the table over the dessert of clotted cream.
* * * * *
After the meal, Tabitha and Brenton were instructed to bathe or shower, scrubbing themselves clean. The catch was they had to be separated until just before the midnight hour so Seline took Tabitha to her room and Grandmother showed Brenton where another bathroom was located.
The Octagonal chamber had to be purified and therefore remain empty until the time of reckoning. This was no great disappointment as Brenton was not about to set foot in that creepy chamber alone and no amount of teasing from Tabitha would have any effect on him. It was just as well his car keys were somewhere within and there was no fear he would try and leave unless he braved the ancient runes and symbols.
At eleven, both Tabitha and Brenton were seized with an unrelenting thirst but were warned they could not drink until served in ceremonial fashion. At half past the hour they were both escorted to the Octagonal chamber. Tabitha had been briefed on what she must do whether Brenton was compliant or not.
The threshold of the chamber was hung with hemlock and an olive branch. The walls, which had been filled with the symbols and runes, were bare and now the floor was covered with the ancient shapes, as if they had slid off the wall to lie dormant on the hardwood floor. The Celtic symbols now joined together, as did the Egyptian and Bodiccean. Each in their own formations as if ready to do battle against unseen forces.
Four candles burned far away from one another. Two black and two white. Each exuded its own fragrance. If one’s nose were finicky it could single out the smells. The spice of one, the sweet odor burning from another. Acrid mint and lemony wax drifted now and then through the room, leaving a heavy layer blanketing the occupants.
First Brenton, then Tabitha, was offered a goblet of cool water to slake their thirsts. But Brenton refused to drink and Tabitha switched goblets with him before touching the ornate metal to her lips and drinking deep. Brenton’s trust was lacking but his torrid thirst won out and he drank, draining the goblet. Grandmother led Tabitha to the Bodiccean formation signifying the ancient women’s warrior blood in her and Brenton was led to the Celtic symbols, in honor of the feral race of ancient times. Brenton looked none too happy to stand near the black shapes, obviously unsure after his earlier experience. If he thought it odd the symbols were on the floor, he said nothing, and Tabitha wondered if he attributed their placement to Seline or her grandmother?
Grandmother posed each in a standing stance with their legs slightly apart. She indicated they were not to move by a staying motion of her hand. Tabitha knew the Octagonal chamber was for ceremonies but her apprenticeship had not taken her that far, so she was ignorant what to expect except in following her Gram’s instructions. Tabitha noticed the Egyptian symbols were in the shape of a cat and remained aloof from the oth
ers, observing but not participating. She had no time to further wonder at this as Grandmother bowed to Brenton, then Tabitha, then approached the Egyptian formation. As she bowed Tabitha realized she was paying homage to the ancients.
Seline followed suit then the two women withdrew from the room and closed the door. Tabitha stood staring at Brenton when her eyes began to grow heavy and her head sagged until her chin touched her breast. She fought the urge to lie down on the floor and go to sleep. Her head bobbed up and she saw Brenton too was dozing off. The water had not tasted strange but no doubt it had been drugged as part of the ritual.
They both stood as statues and Tabitha realized that’s exactly what she felt like…stone. Her legs were locked in place and she could not move them. She wanted to drift off into sleep badly but she could not move and fought, her eyes opening and closing but unable to move any other muscle.
From Brenton’s rigid stance across the way, he too was paralyzed and only his eyes moved as he tried to stay awake and stared across at Tabitha. He worked his mouth but no sound came out. Tabitha knew their vocal cords were useless.
Then to her surprise she saw the Celtic symbols around Brenton quiver and move. She tried to glance down as she saw a movement from the corner of her eye but her neck muscles were rigid and she only had a vague sense of movement at her feet.
Across from her the ancient Celtic runes began to elongate into shapes, moving as shadows of their former bodies. They grew until they were life-size with arms and legs but no definition of features, merely black shadowy forms performing their ritualistic duties. There came a whispering from the Egyptian symbols as they too shivered and transformed, but they had shadowy tails and ear-like protrusions from their darkened heads as they divided their numbers, half to attend Tabitha and half Brenton.