by Ciarra Sims
Tabitha watched as shaded hands removed Brenton’s robe and wondered what he felt? She had not long to ponder as her own robe slid from her body and a blast of cool air hit her bare skin. She could feel but not move! They were virtually at the mercy of these strange creatures whose motives were unknown. Her feet were lifted and moved further apart. The shadows could move her limbs as they willed and Tabitha was helpless not to respond.
She watched as her Bodicceans and Egyptians moved away from her leaving her unattended and alone. Their shapes were womanly curves, lacking definition of feature. Likewise Brenton’s Celts and Egyptians moved away, their size and width indicating men. Their ebony legs heavily outlined with muscle. Like shadowy soldiers each camp marched towards each other then passed, the factions switching human partners.
To Tabitha’s horror hands nudged her thighs apart. The shadow creatures could do as they would and neither she nor Brenton could do a damned thing about it! Tabitha opened her mouth to scream but though her voice wrapped around the action, no sound came out.
Chapter Nine
There were hands all over her body; in her hair, on her neck and shoulders. Rubbing and manipulating her skin. She looked across and likewise shadows were all over Brenton, caressing, stroking. In their hands were tiny bottles of colored oil, which they deluged over their pores and worked into their skin.
Hands were on Tabitha’s breasts and she could just witness edges of fingertips coating her orbs with a greenish oil that smelled of summer leaves and the fresh mown hay of spring. Thick liquid ran down her stomach and into her belly button where it swirled, filled and ran in rivulets. The lines seeped into every indentation on her body, tickling as it oozed into her pubic hair and delved into the top of her slit. Other hands poured globs over her back and let it run into the moon of her crack. Then the hands, large manly hands, began their ministrations, smearing the goo until she was wallowing in oil.
Across from her, feminine hands worked their way over Brenton’s head and chest. His hair was coated, then hands smoothed over his shoulders and pecs. Oil ran down and his abdomen and six-pack muscles glistened. The hands approached his groin area and Tabitha wished she could growl. Those hands on her Brenton? Ooh, if she could just get free!
The hands were on his penis, oiling it with red cinnamon globs that spiced up the air even in Tabitha’s circle. She found the odor irksome after her fresh clean scented fragrance. The whispering grew into a buzz as Brenton’s cock was lifted and his balls coated liberally. His organ remained tilted up in the air like a posable Gumby, thick and rigid. Tabitha could barely make out hands at his back, obviously massaging and pouring. She wondered if he felt the oil in his crack as she did, wanting to quiver and shimmy as it tickled but unable to move.
Then her soul trembled as large hands probed at her cunt, opening it and inserting oil within. A voice heavy with a Scottish accent murmured in her ear, “Aye lass, I am going to feel you again. It’s been hundreds of years since I rode a woman until you and I will have you again before the moon sits high. We all will have you and you will know each of us together and separately, all at once.”
Tabitha did not understand what the shadow meant and she pondered it as she saw the broad shadow kneel and part her nether lips. A thick sandpapery tongue lapped at her core, suckling her clit until a flood of juice ran from her and mixed with the oil. She wanted to cry out, to protest, but she was voiceless. The whispering was louder and her eyes darted to Brenton, pleading for him to understand.
But Brenton’s eyes were filled with hatred. Was it directed towards Tabitha or the shape taking oral pleasure from her? It was impossible to tell but Tabitha saw a feminine shadow go down to her knees in front of Brenton’s rigid form and take his cock into her mouth, greedily. Brenton’s eyes narrowed and Tabitha sensed his helpless anger as the tongue within her brought her to an orgasm she could not show. A tear ran down her face and as if that were the signal, her tormentor rose. He palmed her cunt and gathered the mixture of her juices and oil in a fist.
The shadow kneeling in front of Brenton worked feverishly as if keeping with a schedule. Brenton’s eyes closed in unbidden ecstasy and he came with a rush. The shadow rose keeping a hand on his cock and working it as a stream of jism spiced with the scent of cinnamon, shot forth. The shadow scooped up the liquid reverently.
The group of Bodicceans around Brenton moved as one and the Celts attending Tabitha did the same as the groups walked towards each other. Only the Egyptians stayed in place, guarding their flesh and blood treasures.
Two shadows outstretched their hands and the shiny oil and sexual juices dripped from between their fingers. It should have fallen to the floor but it held in one elongated drop from each hand forming a mold. The hands joined and the two molds melded into one… The red blended into the green and formed the shape of a cat with human features.
An Egyptian shadow stepped forth and reverently took the molded statue, holding it high overhead. As if given a signal the female Bodicceans and male Celts seemed to meld into each other as they began undulating and rubbing against one another in a sexual frenzy. It became apparent as they dropped to the floor thrusting their shadows into one another they were providing a shadowy orgy for the benefit of their captives.
Tabitha wouldn’t have found the sight arousing as much as an oddity if it weren’t for the sudden burning taking place within her body from the outside in. It was as if the oil was eating its way inside her, passing through her skin to her organs making them pulse and palpate like separate entities. She found her legs free and her torso twisted in response to her agony. A noise across from her showed her Brenton in similar duress and able to move. The Egyptians guarding him forced him to his knees, likewise Tabitha’s demanded she kneel.
The Bodiccean and Celts stopped their copulating shadow show and lined up side by side. A Celt approached Brenton from behind, as did a Bodiccean with Tabitha. Tabitha saw the Celt part Brenton’s ass cheeks then he seemed to meld into Brenton disappearing within. With the rush of cold air between her own cheeks something entered her from behind and pushed its way within. It undulated dark and cold, elongated, yet pulsing with energy. The internal burning stopped and it became almost pleasurable as one after the other the Celts and Bodicceans melded into the couple, until all that were left were the Egyptian guards holding the cat mold aloft and whispering ancient words that sounded more like the wind rustling through trees.
Tabitha was allowed to rise to her feet. She felt fabulous! So powerful and full of energy, nearly omnipotent. It was as if she was full of life force and could conquer anything!
Brenton was on his feet; the oil on his body glowed, outlining him in red. Tabitha looked at her hands and noted they were glowing green. Something else pulsed within her. She was an army of women warriors, their hearts pumping with hers, their words an ancient tongue spilling from her mouth. “We are the Bodicceans, a proud race of women warriors, refusing to be conquered!”
Brenton’s eyes widened but they changed to a light blue and the noise from his throat was a harsh brogue. “Aye, as we the Celts give way to no man…or woman.”
Tabitha was powerless to stop her answer; “Come let us anoint the ceremonial bed with the essence of man and woman. Then the contest of wills will begin until the Felidaen and human are joined to break the bond as it is written. The ceremony will commence now.”
Tabitha’s arm reached out of its own volition and grasped Brenton’s hand. Together they ascended the dais to the bed. An Egyptian shadow placed the cat mold on the mattress where it melted instantly. The green and red puddle spread until it covered the entire mattress and gave off a heat that hissed and sizzled and emitted a steam vapor. As Tabitha lay back the soft mass formed to her body, cradling it.
Brenton’s body followed suit and reclined next to her as if following a script it knew by heart. Tabitha’s hand gracefully arced in the air and reached to idly stroke Brenton’s penis, passing her thumb over the tip until it bloomed full
and hard. The urge in Tabitha forced her to roll onto Brenton straddling him just below his erect manhood. Her words were strange to her ears. “The Bodicceans always ride astride. Agreeable?”
“Aye. For now.” The guttural brogue was raspy. The vapors from the mattress formed a cloud that mingled with the heavy candle scents and the oil on their bodies. It was if their bodies were separate from their minds and obeyed a stronger force.
Tabitha lifted herself forward and the tip of Brenton’s cock nudged into her opening. The reaction was instantaneous as a flood of intimate juice slid over the tip. The cinnamon-like oil on his shaft met the oil of spring inside Tabitha, causing a chain reaction. Brenton’s cock expanded, seeking its way inside her moist depths. A magnetic pull she could not fight compelled Tabitha to plunge Brenton’s rod all the way to the hilt, until his balls rested against her. But she found urgency was not in the rune’s plans as nature took its course.
The entrance of his cock made a sucking sound as the two thick oils slowed the impetus until the phallus virtually undulated sluggishly inside her, like a snake that had recently feasted and was too large girth-wise to fit into its hole and must work it way in. Tabitha practically hissed with impatience as Brenton’s cock mocked her passionate embrace and took its time.
No matter how she gyrated there was no hurrying the process as the phallus slowed even more. It was as if the two oils were battling, hardening against the intrusion, forming a barrier to prohibit copulation.
In the back of her mind Tabitha’s own brain forced Grandmother’s words to the forefront. “No matter what. You must make him accept you one last time. He will fight against it. You must be the stronger of the two. Once it is complete, then beware the other forces.”
The cock within her stopped moving as if cemented into place. The oil was binding them, making it impossible for them to move. Tabitha panicked. Grandmother had not mentioned this. Was it the way of the spell, or was it part of the ancient curse to be fought? Brenton stirred beneath her and tried to lift her off. No! He was coming out of her. Apparently, he could withdraw but not breach her completely. This was not supposed to happen!
The ancient warriors inside her whispered in discontent. “You must force him. Force him! Copulation is mandatory or you will both be doomed! Whatever the cost mount him and make him accept you.”
Brenton was beginning to struggle. Whatever power drove him was equally as uncomfortable with the position and wanted to be free of her. His cock slipped out of her and though rigid, was covered in the red oil, hardened into an angry erection. He attempted to roll her off, but Tabitha was aided by a power from deep within that allowed her to grab his wrist and bring it over his head. The bed frame was ornately carved with a heavy oaken headboard with holes cut in it. An unknown voice whispered to her to force his hand through the slot! “If there is truly love in the heart, you will find a way.”
It took all of Tabitha’s weight to keep Brenton under control as she obeyed and slid his resisting hand through the bed frame. Instantly, the hand was seized by a black shadow with the shape of an Egyptian headdress and locked into place. The other wrist followed, leaving Tabitha free to crawl down Brenton’s body. He tried to buck her off but she clung like a vine, forcing his legs to splay. Helpful Egyptian shadows intent on fulfilling their prophecy grasped his ankles and held them.
The forces in Tabitha sighed and caused her to stretch with their power. He was theirs to do as they would. The warriors within him as helpless as the human. Tabitha crawled on her knees between his legs and took the reddened cock between her lips. The spicy taste of cinnamon burned the delicate tissue of her soft mouth as she took the tip and licked delicately.
Brenton muttered in an ancient tongue that spoke curses and ended with an English plea, “God, stop Tabitha. I can’t take it!”
Tabitha answered back in a foreign tongue then voraciously began to suck the cock as if she couldn’t get enough. There were a half dozen tongues licking him, cleaning him, but only Tabitha’s lips and mouth on him. How could it be? The others seemed to goad Tabitha to continue. It was almost midnight. It had to be done by the lunar equinox or it would be too late! Grandmother had warned the consequences of the spell failing were dire.
Tabitha let the stiff rod fall from her mouth. It was ramrod straight but pink and clean. Brenton seemed more relaxed but that would not last. Tabitha made her way up his body and straddled his upper chest. The oil must be cleansed from her as well.
“Brenton, you must make me dispel the oil that prevents our joining or it will all be in vain. No matter what I say you must do it.” She nodded to the shadowed hands that lifted her over Brenton’s head and held her wrists and ankles prone as she was splayed over his mouth. Brenton’s tongue whorled around the lips of her cunt, more curious than with a single-minded mission. At first it was a mere sampling, then as a man dying of thirst he thrust his tongue within and tasted her avidly. The sound of slurping and gulping could plainly be heard in the intense atmosphere and Tabitha swore there were multiple tongues inside her siphoning the oily juices. The warriors inhabiting Brenton’s body were joining in the feast and relishing the task.
The oil within burned against her textured walls and the tongues were as ice to her raging inferno. She cried out as more oil poured from her passage searing her, but the tongues lapped it quickly and in its path came cool relief. Her clit was sucked and milked until she sagged against her bonds, wrung out and unable to give anymore. But she hadn’t come. Dear God, how much more could she stand without release?
When she thought she would pass out, the shadows lifted her.
Voices whispered in her ear. “It is time! Mount him and possess him… When you both have exchanged body fluids then it will be done. The potion will be absolved and the lust spell broken.”
Tabitha didn’t think she had the strength left but the Bodicceans called to her and gave their strength to her tired body. She sat poised between Brenton’s legs; his hands still held prisoner. His shaft was erect, reenergize by his own spirits.
Tabitha lifted herself to him. Suddenly Brenton lunged forward, breaking free of his bonds. Startled Tabitha hesitated and her advantage was lost. Brenton’s voice was half his, the other half gruff and with a brogue. “’Tis not right for a man to let the lady have the seat twice in one night.”
Tabitha was flipped on her back. Her warriors cried out at the outrage, but Brenton was too strong and held her down as his cock parted her labia and surged within. This time it slid deep, pumping with the strength of the men who inhabited his body. It surged with a force that rocked Tabitha as the Bodicceans within her were assuaged of their centuries of abstinence.
The pummeling staff worked inside her furiously, prodding against her womb and causing Tabitha to gasp out. It felt sinful to have so much pleasure as her emotions were torn every which way by the spirits, as one after the other they took their turn with Brenton, each segregating the feeling of his cock, using Tabitha for their vessel.
Brenton’s body showed no signs of relenting as he grabbed Tabitha’s ass and shoved deeper. He changed angles so her clit received maximum contact as he heaved into her, working her to and fro, bringing her to the edge. His eyes, a myriad of blues, searched hers as the spiraling in her cunt radiated into her stomach and she screamed as an orgasm shot through her and a flood of her juice began to slide from deep inside. As if the signal was given, Brenton uttered a guttural cry and shot his load deep, mingling with her own fluid. He collapsed on top of her, his cock soaking inside her, absorbing enough of her to absolve the spell.
Tabitha lay, her eyes open, watching the smile of pure pleasure on Brenton’s face. Then to her amazement, shadows separated from his body and slid off the bed as the Celts having fulfilled their part, joined the Egyptians on the sidelines. Tabitha had the impression her own body was splitting as her energy ebbed and Bodicceans poured out of her, joining the other shadows. Together as one force they melded into the walls and became inanimate runes
and symbols again.
As Brenton’s breath slowed and his rapid pulse stopped pounding against her, Tabitha reached and stroked his cheek gently. He looked like a boy who had consumed the candy shop and it was all Brenton. No spell, no spirits. Just she and Brenton. He shifted his weight and pulled out of her but he made no move to rise. Instead he wrapped his arms around Tabitha and pulled her to him, spooning her against him as they both fell into an exhausted sleep.
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Tabitha woke feeling like the cat that had swallowed the canary. She was refreshed and happy and…alone. What the? The bed next to her was empty. No sound came from the adjoining bathroom. The symbols and runes on the walls were ominously silent and still as if they’d never moved. And maybe they hadn’t, Tabitha realized. The bed itself was as clean as if it had never been used for a ritualistic cleansing ceremony. The potions Grandmother had administered were strong hallucinogens. There was no telling what she and Brenton had experienced versus imagined. Damn, where was he?
She tumbled out of the bed as a thought poked at her mind. He’d been in a hurry to leave yesterday but had been persuaded to stay. But now there were no bonds, physical or mental to hold him. And whatever he was into at that warehouse involved guns and danger. Why hadn’t he wakened her to demand the money she’d filched from Diamond Charlie? Why had he just taken off?
The black robe she’d worn yesterday was gone, but a set of clothes had been laid out for her at the foot of the bed. From the looks of the white cotton shirt and drawstring-waist navy pants, Seline had sacrificed some of her own wardrobe for Tabitha’s use. Tabitha jumped in the shower, the pungent aroma of her and Brenton’s lovemaking assailing her nostrils as the hot water sluiced off her body, leaving her clean but not any happier. She wriggled into the pants provided, which were long, as Seline was taller than her sister was, but Tabitha merely cuffed the garment by rolling up the legs a few turns. Heaven only knew where the clothes were she had arrived at the house with. But her tennis shoes were lying at the foot of the dais so she slipped them on sockless and scrambled from the room, hoping she wasn’t too late.