Ishtar released a sigh as she felt the heat from Salem’s wet mouth surround the small pink nipples. Her nipples swelled and tightened even further when she felt his teeth gently bite them.
Without waiting he slipped his hand underneath the skirt of her dress and caressed up her leg stopping at her pussy. He could feel the heat that emanated from her and how her underwear was unable to contain her wetness.
“Salem.” She cried out. “I can’t take anymore.”
Salem desperately searched for the fastening and finally found it at the back of the dress. He unhooked the dress and slowly slid the dress down allowing him to see Ishtar’s body. He felt her gently shaking, but not from nerves, it was obvious that it was caused by desire.
He kissed her once more while running his hands over her body arousing them both. Finally he removed her underwear and his pants unable to wait any longer to thrust his cock deep within her pussy.
He thrust inside her roughly. Luckily it only made Ishtar moan who grabbed his back loosening his bandages. She tightened the legs surrounding his waist deepening the thrusts into her body.
When Salem started thrusting faster her head fell backwards unable to contain herself. He caressed her arched back until he reached the smooth cheeks of her butt. Which he grabbed, lifting her to meet his thrusting hips. Unable to think of anything, but what his body was feeling, feeling the grasp of her body as he desperately thrust in and out of her body.
They were both breathing panting as they neared their climax and the moans and sighs that Ishtar let loose near his ear were driving him crazy. He let his body fall forward on top of hers renewing his attack on her body. Thrusting one last time as hard as he could he ejaculated inside Ishtar filling her as she writhed and moaned.
His body hurt from the beating he’d received at the hands of the jocks and the pain increased due to the physical effort he’d just made, but he felt so good that he didn’t even care.
“I won’t let you leave Salem.” She whispered while holding him tightly and resting her head on his chest.
“You think?” He lifted his body slightly to look at her with a slightly sinister smile. “I think that it’ll be me who won’t let you go. In fact, it will be me who kidnaps you this time and you won’t escape.”
He surprised her with his words and after a moment she laughed. She really adored his pride and arrogance. It would be nice to spend time among humans as long as she was with him. Although in the end, it would be her that would return with him to her world, and Salem knew that, but she liked that aspect of his character and he would improve it until he could take her breath away with only a glance.
6. Endearing Laziness
The room was poorly lit with the exception of a perfect circle of different colored dark candles. The candles were surrounded by a four teenagers that whispered in between laughing. They looked at each other sideways trying to silence their voices in order to seriously conduct their first ritual.
“Come on, Tanya.” Her friend tried to silence her, but she herself had trouble stopping from laughing. “Come on! Get serious.”
“Look who’s talking, Sussan. You’re crying.” She managed to calm herself and responded. “Come on! Let’s get started.”
“Stop acting like that Sherry. This isn’t serious. Just enjoy the experience” She told her.
Even though her friends thought she was joking for Sherry this was much more than just a Halloween night diversion. She had seen too many horror movies to know that something strange could happen. She swallowed nervously, sighed, and lifted her finger to place it where they had theirs. After all, they hadn’t been friends for long, and she had no intention of tempting fate and being left alone. She was afraid that if she didn’t participate they would ostracize her.
Sherry had just moved to the city due to her father’s work transfer. Starting over at a new place wasn’t that bad because she had nothing worth staying for in her previous city. Surely no one in her old city would remember who she was. She was like a ghost that hadn’t accomplished anything.
She was surprised to be sitting with the three girls that she met on her first day at her new high school and incredibly they were the ones who had struck up a conversation. Since she didn’t know anyone she hadn’t spoken a lot with them, but it wasn’t as if she was a great conversationalist anyway.
Sherry looked at each of the girls slightly afraid. They had told her it wasn’t the first time that they used the Ouija board, but for her eighteen year old self it was the first time.
“Today is Halloween. I think something is going to happen.” Murmured Hanna, the youngest of the group. “Since, Sherry is the newest member of the club, let her ask a question first.”
Without hiding her surprise Sherry looked at Hanna with wide eyes.
What the devil was she going to ask? Over what? And to who?
“I... I don’t know.”
“Come one. Ask whatever.” Tanja encouraged her.
Sherry exhaled and tried to relax. She felt nervous as the three girls stared at her. Her mind was filled with many questions, but she thought she would seem stupid if she asked some of them. So she decided asking something simple was ideal.
She cleared her throat while pushing back her dark hair in order to see the brown board with letters and symbols.
“Ah, are you there?” Sherry asked making the other girls laugh for a few seconds.
“Come on, Sherry!” Tanja gestured then placed a hand on her face. “Didn’t you have a better question?”
“It’s moving! It’s moving!” Sussan shouted euphorically. “Look!”
Sherry felt paralyzed and her black eyes were wide open. She watched their four fingers on the planchette as it moved to the word, yes.
Thump, thump. Her heart beat each time even faster. It couldn’t be real. How could a dead person respond to her question?
“It stopped on yes.” Tanja added looking at the board closely to make sure.
A brief silence was broken with the screams of the four girls. Suddenly, thunder struck nearby and they thought it might have been in Sussan’s garden.
“Thunderstorm...it’s just a thunderstorm.” Sussan tried to calm them.
It was after twelve at night when another round of screams from the girls could be heard. The thunderstorm started with hard rainfall and the wind opened the window blowing out all the candles. The four girls stayed quiet surrounded by a complete darkness that prevented them from seeing their feet.
Sherry heard laughter. Sussan, Hanna, and Tanja laughed even harder at the fright they had just had, but Sherry was terrified. Perhaps it was the fact she’d never used a Ouija board before that was driving her crazy, because she didn’t think this was at all normal.
Sherry shivered and her body felt paralyzed except for her eyes. Which she moved in all directions but all she saw was the profound darkness and she felt as if she were blind. She felt a touch on her cheeks. She was sure of it. Or perhaps it was her imagination? No. she really felt someone touching her face and a presence behind her like an infernal embrace. There was someone else with her. Sherry started to tremble.
Hands. That’s the only thing Sherry could think of clearly.
Sherry could have sworn that what she felt were gentle hands touching her cheeks. She could also feel the heat emanating from them. Two small drops of sweat slid down her neck and her body trembled once more. Suddenly, the light turned on, not finding the matches in the darkness and unable to light the candles once more, Sussan had turned on the light.
“Let there be light.” Sherry heard Tanja laugh.
Sherry remained paralyzed kneeling on the floor and looking at the other three girls act like everything was normal. There was no one behind her? She wanted to turn around and check but she panicked at the thought of finding someone there. Now she regretted having watched a horror movie that afternoon and the next time the girls suggested something like this again she’d used any excuse to go home.
“M
y parent’s will be home soon from the party.” Sussan said, looking at her watch.
“It’s time to disappear.” Tanja grabbed Sherry and pulled her up ready to leave.
While Sussan said goodbye Sherry concentrated on looking up and down both sides of the street. She saw a lot of people enjoying Halloween night and though it rained a bit, there was no thunder, lighting, or wind... the weather had changed so fast that she was surprised.
Reaching a cross street, Sherry had no other option but to leave the other two girls as they made their way home in the opposite direction, this meant she had a solitary fifteen minute walk to get home.
There were still people on the street. Sherry tried to calm herself as she walked quickly home.
She was sure that her parents were already home. They had also gone to a party, but as they didn’t go out often. They had probably returned home early.
Sherry walked home thinking about going to bed. She wasn’t used to staying up so late and being away from home for so many hours. Because she didn’t have any friends she used the afternoons to relax, which turned into a habit of being lazy in everything, this of course caused many arguments with her parents.
Halfway home she stopped abruptly turned around and saw that the street was deserted. She instinctively noticed another presence there and like at Sussan’s house it was pressed against her back. After a few seconds she sighed and told herself she was imagining it, but she walked as fast as she could until she reached her house.
It was almost two in the morning and she lay in bed looking at the ceiling with only the small bedside lamp to provide enough light. She was sleepy but every time she closed her eyes she was filled with anxiety. However, laziness and exhaustion won out and she fell asleep.
A strange dream filled her head. Sherry felt a terrible heat but the strange thing was that she wasn’t uncomfortable. She didn’t know where she was and her vision was obscured. Something completely covered her eyes. She heard a sigh and felt someone caress her neck. The sensation... it was the same, Sherry was almost sure that it was the same hands that had touched her at Sussan’s house, because it was a strange sensation both soft and lukewarm.
Sherry swallowed with difficulty when she felt the caress move slowly on her shoulders with the gentle softness of silk until it reached her breasts. That was the moment she realized she was naked and though she wanted to say something she couldn’t because her body felt paralyzed.
She heard a sigh and smelled a sweet aroma.
“Sweet laziness.” Suddenly, she heard someone speak. It was a hoarse masculine voice.
Sherry moaned and didn’t recognize the sound she made as someone caressed her breasts. An electric sensation filled her body until it reached her pussy. It was marvelous and new...
Thump. Thump. Once again her heart beat furiously. However, it wasn’t due to fear, but due to the delight she was experiencing.
One of the hands left her breast while the other continued squeezing the remaining breast harder. Her back arched slightly lifting up while the mischievous hand that had released her breast lowered and she felt a nail gently touch her skin.
The slowness at which it moved was torture. Centimeter by centimeter it lowered until it reached her belly button. Where it stopped, torturing her by caressing her skin in slow circles.
A louder moan left her throat as she felt someone gently sucking her neck. Just underneath the right ear. He had leaned forward because she could feel his weight and the heat of his body against her. The sucking turned into a nibbles. It didn’t hurt, but increased that new sensation felt at the core of her body.
She wanted to shout something but couldn’t swallow, and couldn’t think, breathing was hard and she wanted to beg for help.
“Oh, god!” She said, waking up to see the ceiling of her room. She stood up and looked around. Sunlight entered through the window and she realized she was inside her room.
She touched the moist nape of her neck. Her body still burned with desire and she was confused. She’d never had a wet dream before. She still panted when she let herself fall back on the bed and tried to remember the sensation of the large hands touching her and the tongue on her neck.
When she got up from bed a few hours later she still thought on what happened. Sherry felt that she had forgotten some detail and that frustrated her a bit. She was embarrassed about the dream and vowed not to tell anyone.
My first erotic dream. She thought as she stretched her legs and watched the television ads. It was very strange.
“You should be studying not lying about.” Her mother yelled from the kitchen.
“Mom, it’s nine in the morning.” A tired Sherry replied. “And there are no classes today.”
“I don’t care. Grab your things and go to the library right now.” Her mother’s tone of voice was dangerously harsh. “Or I’m going to call your father.”
That threat made Sherry move like nothing else and she headed to her bedroom. She didn’t feel like going to the library after a holiday especially after sleeping so little, because she needed at least ten hours of sleep to be at her best. Sherry grabbed a notebook and some ball point pens and headed to the library. The streets were empty and she couldn’t help but imagine that everyone was still in bed sleeping after staying up so late the night before.
Sherry yawned while entering the glass doors of the library. The woman at the counter was clearly ready to go home and she looked at Sherry in surprise. No one went to the library after a holiday and certainly not so early in the morning. After greeting her, Sherry walked around looking for a table in between the bookshelves. Perhaps, she could take advantage and sleep a bit. After all, no one was going to go to the library that day and maybe she could have the dream again.
She sat down looking at the notebook without seeing it. She didn’t know what to study. She was so tired she didn’t think she could remember anything she read. Instead she got up to look for a book to read until twelve, maybe then her mother would leave her alone the rest of the day.
Her footsteps in between the bookshelves echoed around the room. Looking at the book spines she hoped one of the books was interesting enough to catch her attention, but even after a while looking none of the books caught her attention on the first glance. The large windows letting in the morning light were suddenly obscured turning gloomy and sinister. Sherry stopped when she heard a sound. Turning around she saw a book on the floor of a long hallway. Deciding to return it to its place she went to pick it up, but it slipped out of her hand and landed back on the floor when the hallway suddenly darkened and she couldn’t see anything. Not even the bookshelf that had been nearby.
This wasn’t normal. Not normal at all. It was as if she had suddenly been transported to another place inside absolute darkness. She turned around several times but only saw infuriating darkness everywhere. Suddenly afraid, because there couldn’t be enough clouds to obscure the sun and turn everything so dark, that she couldn’t even see the white marble floor beneath her feet.
And then she felt the strange sensation once again. Like someone stood behind her and gently caressed her face. Even though she was afraid, she was also frustrated and began to feel angry by all the strange things that kept happening. Breathing deeply she turned around quickly but there was no one behind her.
“What the devil is going in?” Sherry whispered and started to believe that maybe she was going crazy.
She quickly stepped back when two hands emerged from the darkness. They moved slowly towards her and she noticed the slim fingers with long nails that were pointed and the strange color of the skin.
“Oh, my god...” Sherry wanted to run away but there was nowhere to go.
“Sherry...” A melodious voice called her.
He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me. She thought in panic.
Just like the hands suddenly a face emerged from the darkness. Saying he was handsome would not be an exaggeration. His features appeared to be perfectly sculpt
ed just like a marble statue. His wavy hair was slightly longer than how guys usually wore their hair and his turquoise eyes seemed to look right through her, but Sherry’s eyes stared fixedly above his heard, where two perfect horns grew out of his head, up then pointed backwards and down, similar to the horns of a ram.
“No...please...” Sherry said before he reached her.
“You called me.” He stood before Sherry who stared at him in shock.
He stood so close that she could feel his warm breath and the sweet aroma that emanated from his body. Dressed in black with a nude torso she could clearly see his muscular body. That in any other moment or situation would have taken her breath away.
The Ouija board. Sherry thought.
“You’re ...the ghost?”
He looked surprised for a few seconds then started laughing. This astonished Sherry.
“Do you really think I look like a ghost?” He asked. “I highly doubt those second class beings can create dreams.”
Sherry opened her mouth to speak but closed it when she remembered the wet dream, and after processing what he said her heart began beating furiously. She spaced out and couldn’t speak.
“Are you going to kill me?” Sherry asked, with a trembling voice.
“Your longing called me. That’s why I’m here. Haven’t you realized that from the moment you asked the simple question, are you there? You made a pact with me and I want to carry it out.” He smiled widely and stepped forward to close the distance between their bodies.
Scared? No, but looking into his eyes she felt no fear, but he did make her terribly nervous.
He incited desire within her, a desire to kiss him, to act out the dream, a desire to feel his warm hands upon her body.
Shaking her head she took a step back and asked herself since when did she think about those things. No, she was almost sure he was causing those desires on purpose.
“What pact?”
“I want your body and your soul.”
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