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right wrong spell
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"The Right Wrong Spell"
by Souvie
"I still think the table needs to be moved more to the left."
Caitlyn sighed in exasperation. "We've moved it six times
already. It stays where it is."
Allyson shrugged. "It's your house," she replied, smoothing an
imaginary wrinkle out of the black tablecloth. Her eyes narrowed
and her head tilted to the side as she gave it another critical
look.
Caitlyn could tell that her cousin wasn't going to let it drop. She
was tired of hearing about the damn table and could feel the start
of a killer headache building. "I know what my reasons are, but
why are you doing this, Allie?" It was the question that had been
hiding in the back of her mind. It seemed to pop out of its own
volition.
Allyson blinked at her, then crossed the room to perch daintily
on the edge of the sofa. "Well...it's because I'm fairly
confident of my own powers." She spoke more assuredly. "Yes, I'm
sure."
"You're saying that if Maddie does manage - excuse me - *we* manage
to conjure up a demon, that you can banish it back to 'never-never
land' before any damage is done?"
"You don't have to sound so condescending," Allyson said. "I've
been practicing quite a bit here lately. Madolyn is not the only
witch in the family, you know."
The door rocked back on its hinges as the whirlwind that was Madolyn
Anderson Merryweather breezed into the house. "Oh good! You're
done." She walked to the bar and poured herself a healthy portion of
brandy. "I hope it's just as dreary and miserable tomorrow night,
as it's turning out to be tonight. Perfect casting weather." She
leaned a hip casually against the bar.
"October is always dreary and miserable in San Francisco, Maddie,"
Caitlyn said. "Why should Halloween night be any different?"
Madolyn just ignored her and surveyed the room with a smug smile.
She had every reason to be smug, too. The Merryweather cousins were
the last of a long line of witches. Madolyn had been happy to
dabble in the art from time to time, nothing too serious, until last
month. Great-grandfather M. had passed away, and Madolyn had been
cleaning out some boxes in his attic when she'd run across an
ancient tome. Large and well-worn, with the words, 'Si vous le
sucez, ils viendront', inscribed on the leather cover, she'd opened
it to find it a book of spells. Having to rely on Caitlyn, the only
one she knew who could speak French, she'd gotten the table of
contents translated. Madolyn being drawn to the darker side of the
craft, the word "demon" had immediately grabbed her attention.
Caitlyn advised her not to get her hopes up, because this was the
same great-grandfather who had kept his dentures in a cookie jar by
the side of the bed, and had conversations with them every night.
Maddie didn't care; from that point on, she'd declared war. It was
her determination to conjure up a demon this Halloween night, and
she'd use any means at her disposal to get her cousins to help. It
didn't matter that Allyson only practiced "white" witchcraft and
that Caitlyn scorned her heritage altogether; Caitlyn told her the
spell called for three.
The end result was that they'd caved. Just like always. Allie and
Caitlyn had spent the past week gathering the required objects for
the potion and setting up Caitlyn's townhouse for the "right
atmosphere" as Maddie referred to it. Now, with Halloween only one
night away, Maddie was pleased to see everything set up and ready to
go. Glancing at the expensive Rolex on her wrist, she
exclaimed, "Crap! I was supposed to be at Karen's house for the
literary meeting 10 minutes ago." She put her glass in the sink and
blew a quick kiss to first Allyson, and then Caitlyn. "See you
chickies tomorrow night. With any luck, it'll be a Halloween we'll
never forget!" Trailing a cloud of Chanel No. 5, she disappeared out
the door.
"I'd best be going, too," Allyson said, standing and picking up her
purse. "See you tomorrow night at 8:30pm?"
"Yes. Maddie is determined that 9pm is the perfect time to cast the
spell, because of the 3 times 3 factor." She shook her head. She
couldn't care less if it was 9am or 9pm.
"I see..." She stopped at the door. "Have you met your new
neighbors yet?"
The townhouse adjacent to Caitlyn's had been vacant for several
months, but the last week had seen a moving company delivering
furniture and a pile of boxes at the curb, but no sign of the
neighbor or neighbors. Caitlyn shook her head. "No. As long as
they don't bother me, I don't care if they turn out to be Darrin and
Samantha."
With a small smile, Allie took herself off.
Alone at last, Caitlyn fixed herself a light supper, took a nice
long bubble bath, lit a fire and then curled up on the couch with a
glass of white wine. She watched the firelight flickering against
the grey stone and let her thoughts wander.
Madolyn had always been the ringleader of the trio. than
Caitlyn by two years and Allie by three, she'd never failed to land
them in one scrape or another. Her shoulder length strawberry-
blonde hair and grey eyes, coupled with her height of 5'8", had a
tendency to intimidate most people. Her brash and forthright manner
was a turn off for most men, which was why she'd never had a date in
her life, and to Caitlyn's knowledge, was still a virgin. Now that
she'd turned 32, she claimed that her life was too full for her to
include a in it. Caitlyn wasn't exactly sure why Maddie was so
fascinated with the darker, more sinister, aspects of witchcraft.
She often fantasized that it was due to some deep, dark secret that
Maddie harbored, but more likely it was because of the power
inherent in it.
Allyson was the baby of the group and the "follower." She never
raised her voice, never did anything that could be deemed less than
proper, unless it was in the course of one of Maddie's schemes, and
then it didn't count. With her height of 5' 1", cut
into a stylish pageboy, smattering of freckles across the bridge of
her nose and crystal blue eyes, she called to mind an image of a
pixie or fairy, not a witch. Determined that her power only be used
for good, she read everything she could about wicca and the "white
art" that she could lay her hand on. It was only in recent years
that she'd become confident enough to try out a spell or two. As
far as Caitlyn knew, the most challenging thing she'd done was cure
her cat's bout of diarrhea.
Last, but not least, was Caitlyn herself, the epitome of skepticism.
She'd never believed in the powers the women in her
supposedly had. To her, it could all be explained by deductive
reasoning, coincidence and science. In between the other two as far
as looks went - long auburn hair, green eyes and 5' 6" in her
stocking feet - people would have expected her to be the peacemaker
in the group. Unbelievably, it was Allie who kept the peace, more
often than not. Maddie was too obnoxious and Caitlyn too stubborn
for them to get along peaceably for any length of time. That same
stubbornness had helped get her fledgling jewelry design business
off the ground, which in turn allowed her to pay the rent every
month on the comfortable townhouse and serviceable car.
And now, almost 27 years to the day since the three had first met,
they were conjuring up a demon. For Halloween. Because Maddie
wanted to. Caitlyn smiled at their foolishness, including herself
in that, because she fully expected them to fail. Dousing the fire,
she put the remains of her supper in the fridge and made her way
slowly upstairs.
***
"Boil, boil, toil and trouble.."
"Shut up, Caitlyn. This is serious now."
"Geeze, broom handle stuck again, Maddie?"
"Would you both please stop?" Allie hissed.
It was Halloween night, and the weather was indeed just as dreary
and overcast as Maddie had hoped for. Three minutes until the
appointed time, and the women were standing in a circle around the
small table that had been moved in specifically for this occasion.
Incense burned in two small holders and the only illumination came
from three candles and the full moon that was on the rise. The
various and sundry ingredients had already been combined in the
small pot that rested in the center of the table; all that was left
was the reciting of the spell.
Maddie cleared her throat. "Caitlyn, the book if you please?"
Caitlyn slid the book over and Maddie opened it to the correct page.
Stuck in the pages was the paper with Caitlyn's translation on it.
As if by pre-arrangement the three women joined hands. In a low,
almost reverent voice, just as the clock in the hall started to
chime the hour, Maddie spoke:
"Spirits of fire
Lords of night
Incense smoke
And candles bright.
Feel our passion
Know our plea
As we stand
Together three.
Hear our words
And make it thus
Deliver a demon
This night to us."
All three held their breath as they waited for something - anything -
to happen. They didn't have to wait long. A huge gust of wind blew
open the patio doors, snuffed out the candles and whipped around
them like icy spectral fingers. By the moonlight, they could see a
mist forming in the corner. Allie unconsciously took a couple steps
backward and put her hand to her mouth, but Caitlyn and Maddie took
no notice of her.
A shape was forming in the mist now. Swirling, coalescing. The
vague outline of a humanoid form was discernible; only it wasn't
human. Slowly rising on two spindly legs, it was a demon all right.
Easily over 8 feet tall, its eyes glowed amber as a long, forked
tongue snaked out to lick cracked and bleeding lips. Leathery wings
sprouted out of its back and crackled from millennia of dormancy as
they unfolded.
This was even better than Maddie had hoped for. Looking just as
she'd always pictured a demon to look, it was here, and it was all
hers. She rubbed her hands in glee and started to speak to it, when
a shrill cry caused her to jerk her head around.
Allie screamed again and then, faster than she'd ever moved before,
beat feet out the front door. A minute later came the squeal of
tires.
Maddie turned back to the demon, licking her lips. Allyson had
always been a ninny; she should have figured that this time would be
no different. "Oh yes," she said, her voice dripping with pleasure.
"No. It...it can't be," Caitlyn whispered.
"Oh yes it is, dear cousin. Look and weep."
"No!" This time Caitlyn was more forceful. "You don't understand.
When I wrote out your translation, I switched two words. I didn't
think it was going to work anyway and so just to have some fun..."
She trailed off weakly.
Maddie didn't care because the end result was the same. She had her
demon. But...why was the mist enveloping it again? And it was
shimmering?
The two women watched as the mist reformed the demon. One minute it
was, the next it wasn't. Out of the mist walked a man. A very
human man. Gorgeous. Hair, black as a witch's cauldron, curled at
the nape of his neck. Black tank top and black jeans molded to his
tall frame. He padded forward on bare feet and when he smiled it
was one of pure lust, seduction and promises. "I am yours," his
husky voice intoned. "I exist to bring pleasure to those who would
summon me."
"What the hell?" Maddie looked accusingly at Caitlyn. "This is all
your fault." She turned furiously and gathered up her suitcase of a
purse.
"Where do you think you're going? You aren't just going to leave me
here with it...him?" This was beyond believable.
Maddie's eyes were grey ice and hard steel. "You fucked up the
spell, you deal with him!" She slammed the door behind her with such
force, it rattled the windows.
Alone with the sinfully dreamy, netherworld demon-man-incubus,
Caitlyn was suddenly afraid. Oh, not that she couldn't handle
herself; she'd taken self-defense courses, but afraid that she'd
been wrong all these years and her cousins had been right. She
shook her head. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace now. Who
had started it and when? He was closer now, and coming closer
still. He had bedroom eyes. Chocolatey and hooded, they were
bedroom eyes to the extreme.
"Just, stay away from me," she said in a voice that was anything but
firm.
He pulled his over his head and tossed it casually to the
floor. "Do you really mean that?"
"Y..Yes."
He grinned. "You don't sound like you do. What do you really want,
Caitlyn?" His hands were on the zipper of his jeans now.
He had to be a demon, bewitching her, because all she could think
about was how she'd like to comb her fingers through his hair, or
touch that dark stubble along his jaw, or...kiss him.
He was standing before her now, in all his glory, naked body even
more impressive than when clothed. He picked her up in his arms and
carried her swiftly to the couch.
She felt drugged - hot, so hot, like she was on fire, from the
inside though. Everything was happening so fast. Quick hot
flashes, images, cascaded through her mind, even as his lips
descended toward hers. Feverishly, she ran her hands over his
shoulders. So nice and sexy. Hard and smooth to the touch. She bet
they would shift when he thrust, rippling and tensing...
"If you love my shoulders so much, I can't wait to hear what you
think about the rest of me," he murmured against her lips. His lips
trailed down her neck.
How? She'd just thought that; hadn't voiced those thoughts. Was
that her "power"? What her and grandmother had told her she
would discover one day? The gift of projecting--sending her
thoughts to someone else?
She wasn't sure of anything any more, except that she was overcome
with a desire so strong and potent, it consumed her as nothing had
ever done before. She was erotically aware of every place he
touched her, every spot he kissed. She was so aroused by the time
his mouth skimmed over her damp sex she arched her back off the
couch and came instantly.
Before her orgasm had completely faded, he slid into her. They were
both wild in their lovemaking, giving everything and holding nothing
back. It was too much and not nearly enough. Her fingers digging
into his shoulders, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, she met
him thrust for thrust. Faster and harder, she screamed out her
pleasure as it washed over her from head to toe, more powerful than
a tidal wave and sweeter than honey. Seconds later, a loud moan
escaped him as he held himself deep inside her and spilled his seed.
Their passion spent for the moment, they stretched out on the floor
in front of the fireplace, Caitlyn a bit chagrined to see that she
was still partially dressed. She twirled her fingers idly in the
hair on his chest.
"What are you thinking?" he questioned.
"I am thinking of a name for you, if you really want to know. I
need to call you something."
"Blake."
She frowned. "Blake?"
"Yes, my name is Blake Andrew David."
She sat up and stared down at him, confusion written all over her
face.
"I'm sorry we haven't been properly introduced before now, but I've
been busy trying to get moved in and then with the odd hours..."
"Hold on right there," she interrupted. "You.." She was still
trying to make sense of it all. "You mean to tell me you are my new
neighbor?"
He grinned boyishly. "Yes."
"You're not a demon?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Then how - what -"
He put a finger to her lips to halt her fumbled questioning. "I
will confess all now, my dear Cait. I've been trying to catch up
with you all week, to introduce myself and ask you out, but either
I'm home and you're out or you're home and I'm at work."
"Work?"
There was that boyish grin again. "I'm a magician. Quite good, if I
do say so myself, only I go by a stage name, 'The Sorcerer', so it's
no surprise you didn't recognize my name earlier."
"Well....that explains the whole demon-conjuring show earlier but
how did you know about tonight? About everything?"
"I admit I eavesdropped on you and Madolyn when you were down in the
laundry a few days ago. You two were arguing about tonight and were
quite loud about it. Since I feel the same way you do about
witchcraft and the whole supernatural hocus-pocus bit, I decided to,
well, play a trick on the three of you."
She remembered that day. She had tried one last time to talk her
cousin out of her ridiculous plan, to no avail of course. The
pieces were falling into place now. "You had no way of knowing that
Allie would run out screaming and Maddie would storm off in a huff.
What did you plan on doing if they'd stayed? A group performance?"
After what she'd experienced with him, the thought of sharing him,
with anyone, left her cold.
"Absolutely not. You are the only one I want and I had a
contingency plan all mapped out. I'm nothing if not thorough."
"Oh, I can vouch for that," she said with a blush.
"You're beautiful when you smile," he said in a whisper. The look
in his eyes heated her up all over again and the tingly feeling was
back.
"How mad," he said, as he started to unbutton her shirt, "do you
think Madolyn and Allyson will be?"
"Hmmmm who?" she giggled, as she pulled his head down for a long,
lingering kiss. She'd tell him about her new-found abilities when
she felt he was ready....in say, fifty or sixty years.
THE END
If you are not 18 yrs or over, then you shouldn't be reading this.
Back out quietly now.
This work is my own creation and is not to be posted to any other site
without my permission. Nor would I find it amusing for anyone to claim
it as their own.
Any and all comments and criticisms are welcome. You can email me at
souvien22@yahoo.com
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"The Right Wrong Spell"
by Souvie
"I still think the table needs to be moved more to the left."
Caitlyn sighed in exasperation. "We've moved it six times
already. It stays where it is."
Allyson shrugged. "It's your house," she replied, smoothing an
imaginary wrinkle out of the black tablecloth. Her eyes narrowed
and her head tilted to the side as she gave it another critical
look.
Caitlyn could tell that her cousin wasn't going to let it drop. She
was tired of hearing about the damn table and could feel the start
of a killer headache building. "I know what my reasons are, but
why are you doing this, Allie?" It was the question that had been
hiding in the back of her mind. It seemed to pop out of its own
volition.
Allyson blinked at her, then crossed the room to perch daintily
on the edge of the sofa. "Well...it's because I'm fairly
confident of my own powers." She spoke more assuredly. "Yes, I'm
sure."
"You're saying that if Maddie does manage - excuse me - *we* manage
to conjure up a demon, that you can banish it back to 'never-never
land' before any damage is done?"
"You don't have to sound so condescending," Allyson said. "I've
been practicing quite a bit here lately. Madolyn is not the only
witch in the family, you know."
The door rocked back on its hinges as the whirlwind that was Madolyn
Anderson Merryweather breezed into the house. "Oh good! You're
done." She walked to the bar and poured herself a healthy portion of
brandy. "I hope it's just as dreary and miserable tomorrow night,
as it's turning out to be tonight. Perfect casting weather." She
leaned a hip casually against the bar.
"October is always dreary and miserable in San Francisco, Maddie,"
Caitlyn said. "Why should Halloween night be any different?"
Madolyn just ignored her and surveyed the room with a smug smile.
She had every reason to be smug, too. The Merryweather cousins were
the last of a long line of witches. Madolyn had been happy to
dabble in the art from time to time, nothing too serious, until last
month. Great-grandfather M. had passed away, and Madolyn had been
cleaning out some boxes in his attic when she'd run across an
ancient tome. Large and well-worn, with the words, 'Si vous le
sucez, ils viendront', inscribed on the leather cover, she'd opened
it to find it a book of spells. Having to rely on Caitlyn, the only
one she knew who could speak French, she'd gotten the table of
contents translated. Madolyn being drawn to the darker side of the
craft, the word "demon" had immediately grabbed her attention.
Caitlyn advised her not to get her hopes up, because this was the
same great-grandfather who had kept his dentures in a cookie jar by
the side of the bed, and had conversations with them every night.
Maddie didn't care; from that point on, she'd declared war. It was
her determination to conjure up a demon this Halloween night, and
she'd use any means at her disposal to get her cousins to help. It
didn't matter that Allyson only practiced "white" witchcraft and
that Caitlyn scorned her heritage altogether; Caitlyn told her the
spell called for three.
The end result was that they'd caved. Just like always. Allie and
Caitlyn had spent the past week gathering the required objects for
the potion and setting up Caitlyn's townhouse for the "right
atmosphere" as Maddie referred to it. Now, with Halloween only one
night away, Maddie was pleased to see everything set up and ready to
go. Glancing at the expensive Rolex on her wrist, she
exclaimed, "Crap! I was supposed to be at Karen's house for the
literary meeting 10 minutes ago." She put her glass in the sink and
blew a quick kiss to first Allyson, and then Caitlyn. "See you
chickies tomorrow night. With any luck, it'll be a Halloween we'll
never forget!" Trailing a cloud of Chanel No. 5, she disappeared out
the door.
"I'd best be going, too," Allyson said, standing and picking up her
purse. "See you tomorrow night at 8:30pm?"
"Yes. Maddie is determined that 9pm is the perfect time to cast the
spell, because of the 3 times 3 factor." She shook her head. She
couldn't care less if it was 9am or 9pm.
"I see..." She stopped at the door. "Have you met your new
neighbors yet?"
The townhouse adjacent to Caitlyn's had been vacant for several
months, but the last week had seen a moving company delivering
furniture and a pile of boxes at the curb, but no sign of the
neighbor or neighbors. Caitlyn shook her head. "No. As long as
they don't bother me, I don't care if they turn out to be Darrin and
Samantha."
With a small smile, Allie took herself off.
Alone at last, Caitlyn fixed herself a light supper, took a nice
long bubble bath, lit a fire and then curled up on the couch with a
glass of white wine. She watched the firelight flickering against
the grey stone and let her thoughts wander.
Madolyn had always been the ringleader of the trio. than
Caitlyn by two years and Allie by three, she'd never failed to land
them in one scrape or another. Her shoulder length strawberry-
blonde hair and grey eyes, coupled with her height of 5'8", had a
tendency to intimidate most people. Her brash and forthright manner
was a turn off for most men, which was why she'd never had a date in
her life, and to Caitlyn's knowledge, was still a virgin. Now that
she'd turned 32, she claimed that her life was too full for her to
include a in it. Caitlyn wasn't exactly sure why Maddie was so
fascinated with the darker, more sinister, aspects of witchcraft.
She often fantasized that it was due to some deep, dark secret that
Maddie harbored, but more likely it was because of the power
inherent in it.
Allyson was the baby of the group and the "follower." She never
raised her voice, never did anything that could be deemed less than
proper, unless it was in the course of one of Maddie's schemes, and
then it didn't count. With her height of 5' 1", cut
into a stylish pageboy, smattering of freckles across the bridge of
her nose and crystal blue eyes, she called to mind an image of a
pixie or fairy, not a witch. Determined that her power only be used
for good, she read everything she could about wicca and the "white
art" that she could lay her hand on. It was only in recent years
that she'd become confident enough to try out a spell or two. As
far as Caitlyn knew, the most challenging thing she'd done was cure
her cat's bout of diarrhea.
Last, but not least, was Caitlyn herself, the epitome of skepticism.
She'd never believed in the powers the women in her
supposedly had. To her, it could all be explained by deductive
reasoning, coincidence and science. In between the other two as far
as looks went - long auburn hair, green eyes and 5' 6" in her
stocking feet - people would have expected her to be the peacemaker
in the group. Unbelievably, it was Allie who kept the peace, more
often than not. Maddie was too obnoxious and Caitlyn too stubborn
for them to get along peaceably for any length of time. That same
stubbornness had helped get her fledgling jewelry design business
off the ground, which in turn allowed her to pay the rent every
month on the comfortable townhouse and serviceable car.
And now, almost 27 years to the day since the three had first met,
they were conjuring up a demon. For Halloween. Because Maddie
wanted to. Caitlyn smiled at their foolishness, including herself
in that, because she fully expected them to fail. Dousing the fire,
she put the remains of her supper in the fridge and made her way
slowly upstairs.
***
"Boil, boil, toil and trouble.."
"Shut up, Caitlyn. This is serious now."
"Geeze, broom handle stuck again, Maddie?"
"Would you both please stop?" Allie hissed.
It was Halloween night, and the weather was indeed just as dreary
and overcast as Maddie had hoped for. Three minutes until the
appointed time, and the women were standing in a circle around the
small table that had been moved in specifically for this occasion.
Incense burned in two small holders and the only illumination came
from three candles and the full moon that was on the rise. The
various and sundry ingredients had already been combined in the
small pot that rested in the center of the table; all that was left
was the reciting of the spell.
Maddie cleared her throat. "Caitlyn, the book if you please?"
Caitlyn slid the book over and Maddie opened it to the correct page.
Stuck in the pages was the paper with Caitlyn's translation on it.
As if by pre-arrangement the three women joined hands. In a low,
almost reverent voice, just as the clock in the hall started to
chime the hour, Maddie spoke:
"Spirits of fire
Lords of night
Incense smoke
And candles bright.
Feel our passion
Know our plea
As we stand
Together three.
Hear our words
And make it thus
Deliver a demon
This night to us."
All three held their breath as they waited for something - anything -
to happen. They didn't have to wait long. A huge gust of wind blew
open the patio doors, snuffed out the candles and whipped around
them like icy spectral fingers. By the moonlight, they could see a
mist forming in the corner. Allie unconsciously took a couple steps
backward and put her hand to her mouth, but Caitlyn and Maddie took
no notice of her.
A shape was forming in the mist now. Swirling, coalescing. The
vague outline of a humanoid form was discernible; only it wasn't
human. Slowly rising on two spindly legs, it was a demon all right.
Easily over 8 feet tall, its eyes glowed amber as a long, forked
tongue snaked out to lick cracked and bleeding lips. Leathery wings
sprouted out of its back and crackled from millennia of dormancy as
they unfolded.
This was even better than Maddie had hoped for. Looking just as
she'd always pictured a demon to look, it was here, and it was all
hers. She rubbed her hands in glee and started to speak to it, when
a shrill cry caused her to jerk her head around.
Allie screamed again and then, faster than she'd ever moved before,
beat feet out the front door. A minute later came the squeal of
tires.
Maddie turned back to the demon, licking her lips. Allyson had
always been a ninny; she should have figured that this time would be
no different. "Oh yes," she said, her voice dripping with pleasure.
"No. It...it can't be," Caitlyn whispered.
"Oh yes it is, dear cousin. Look and weep."
"No!" This time Caitlyn was more forceful. "You don't understand.
When I wrote out your translation, I switched two words. I didn't
think it was going to work anyway and so just to have some fun..."
She trailed off weakly.
Maddie didn't care because the end result was the same. She had her
demon. But...why was the mist enveloping it again? And it was
shimmering?
The two women watched as the mist reformed the demon. One minute it
was, the next it wasn't. Out of the mist walked a man. A very
human man. Gorgeous. Hair, black as a witch's cauldron, curled at
the nape of his neck. Black tank top and black jeans molded to his
tall frame. He padded forward on bare feet and when he smiled it
was one of pure lust, seduction and promises. "I am yours," his
husky voice intoned. "I exist to bring pleasure to those who would
summon me."
"What the hell?" Maddie looked accusingly at Caitlyn. "This is all
your fault." She turned furiously and gathered up her suitcase of a
purse.
"Where do you think you're going? You aren't just going to leave me
here with it...him?" This was beyond believable.
Maddie's eyes were grey ice and hard steel. "You fucked up the
spell, you deal with him!" She slammed the door behind her with such
force, it rattled the windows.
Alone with the sinfully dreamy, netherworld demon-man-incubus,
Caitlyn was suddenly afraid. Oh, not that she couldn't handle
herself; she'd taken self-defense courses, but afraid that she'd
been wrong all these years and her cousins had been right. She
shook her head. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace now. Who
had started it and when? He was closer now, and coming closer
still. He had bedroom eyes. Chocolatey and hooded, they were
bedroom eyes to the extreme.
"Just, stay away from me," she said in a voice that was anything but
firm.
He pulled his over his head and tossed it casually to the
floor. "Do you really mean that?"
"Y..Yes."
He grinned. "You don't sound like you do. What do you really want,
Caitlyn?" His hands were on the zipper of his jeans now.
He had to be a demon, bewitching her, because all she could think
about was how she'd like to comb her fingers through his hair, or
touch that dark stubble along his jaw, or...kiss him.
He was standing before her now, in all his glory, naked body even
more impressive than when clothed. He picked her up in his arms and
carried her swiftly to the couch.
She felt drugged - hot, so hot, like she was on fire, from the
inside though. Everything was happening so fast. Quick hot
flashes, images, cascaded through her mind, even as his lips
descended toward hers. Feverishly, she ran her hands over his
shoulders. So nice and sexy. Hard and smooth to the touch. She bet
they would shift when he thrust, rippling and tensing...
"If you love my shoulders so much, I can't wait to hear what you
think about the rest of me," he murmured against her lips. His lips
trailed down her neck.
How? She'd just thought that; hadn't voiced those thoughts. Was
that her "power"? What her and grandmother had told her she
would discover one day? The gift of projecting--sending her
thoughts to someone else?
She wasn't sure of anything any more, except that she was overcome
with a desire so strong and potent, it consumed her as nothing had
ever done before. She was erotically aware of every place he
touched her, every spot he kissed. She was so aroused by the time
his mouth skimmed over her damp sex she arched her back off the
couch and came instantly.
Before her orgasm had completely faded, he slid into her. They were
both wild in their lovemaking, giving everything and holding nothing
back. It was too much and not nearly enough. Her fingers digging
into his shoulders, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, she met
him thrust for thrust. Faster and harder, she screamed out her
pleasure as it washed over her from head to toe, more powerful than
a tidal wave and sweeter than honey. Seconds later, a loud moan
escaped him as he held himself deep inside her and spilled his seed.
Their passion spent for the moment, they stretched out on the floor
in front of the fireplace, Caitlyn a bit chagrined to see that she
was still partially dressed. She twirled her fingers idly in the
hair on his chest.
"What are you thinking?" he questioned.
"I am thinking of a name for you, if you really want to know. I
need to call you something."
"Blake."
She frowned. "Blake?"
"Yes, my name is Blake Andrew David."
She sat up and stared down at him, confusion written all over her
face.
"I'm sorry we haven't been properly introduced before now, but I've
been busy trying to get moved in and then with the odd hours..."
"Hold on right there," she interrupted. "You.." She was still
trying to make sense of it all. "You mean to tell me you are my new
neighbor?"
He grinned boyishly. "Yes."
"You're not a demon?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Then how - what -"
He put a finger to her lips to halt her fumbled questioning. "I
will confess all now, my dear Cait. I've been trying to catch up
with you all week, to introduce myself and ask you out, but either
I'm home and you're out or you're home and I'm at work."
"Work?"
There was that boyish grin again. "I'm a magician. Quite good, if I
do say so myself, only I go by a stage name, 'The Sorcerer', so it's
no surprise you didn't recognize my name earlier."
"Well....that explains the whole demon-conjuring show earlier but
how did you know about tonight? About everything?"
"I admit I eavesdropped on you and Madolyn when you were down in the
laundry a few days ago. You two were arguing about tonight and were
quite loud about it. Since I feel the same way you do about
witchcraft and the whole supernatural hocus-pocus bit, I decided to,
well, play a trick on the three of you."
She remembered that day. She had tried one last time to talk her
cousin out of her ridiculous plan, to no avail of course. The
pieces were falling into place now. "You had no way of knowing that
Allie would run out screaming and Maddie would storm off in a huff.
What did you plan on doing if they'd stayed? A group performance?"
After what she'd experienced with him, the thought of sharing him,
with anyone, left her cold.
"Absolutely not. You are the only one I want and I had a
contingency plan all mapped out. I'm nothing if not thorough."
"Oh, I can vouch for that," she said with a blush.
"You're beautiful when you smile," he said in a whisper. The look
in his eyes heated her up all over again and the tingly feeling was
back.
"How mad," he said, as he started to unbutton her shirt, "do you
think Madolyn and Allyson will be?"
"Hmmmm who?" she giggled, as she pulled his head down for a long,
lingering kiss. She'd tell him about her new-found abilities when
she felt he was ready....in say, fifty or sixty years.
THE END
***copyright 1999 by Souvie