Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the sexiest of them all?
Chapter Three. Part 3.
Licking her tears away he rocked
her against his breast, waiting till her sobbing and shaking slowed down as the
adrenalin finally began to wear off.
“Please tell me what did you do to me. I have never been so scared in my life, and never, ever, had an orgasm like that before.”
“Shuss now. You asked to be frightened. So, I did exactly what you wanted. I have nothing to do with the occult or any religion. A true atheist is a follower of the late Carl Sagan.” Then he quoted out of his head the entry in Wikipaedia. “ ‘Astronomer, planetary scientist, cosmologist, astrophysicist, astrobiologist, author, and science communicator`, and for me personally - they can add philosopher to that entry.
She sat up. “The book? The dagger?, and how did the curser move?”
"Actually, the book is very dangerous if it lands up in the hands of lunatic occultists. I found it a few years ago when as part of my job I had to clear rubbish from a huge apartment block in Muhldorf. The various ex-tenants had for decades dumped their rubbish up there. It took two of us three days to strip the joint. Amazing stuff I found. Newspapers from 1939, postcards to people, now long dead, addressed to Adolf Hitler Platz 10, complete with a stamp bearing the t Fuhrers profile. But in a rotting antique set of draws was the book. I realised its value and took it home. Googling it brought up some very interesting facts. It had been missing for years and even rumoured to have been in Hitler’s personal possession. Hence it stays here. The dagger? Flea market. A stall selling WW2 memorabilia. But,the thing that really got you spooked is the Ouija board. Come, watch closely.” He pulled the table back in front of them. Taking his hand still gloved, “I made it myself. I download the picture, expanded it to twice its size, printed it out and laminated. Feel how smooth it is. Now watch as I push it.”
Hovering just behind the curser with one hand he moved it with some invisible force. She observed incredulously, leaning over so as to watch, as it spun around and the devil’s tail pointed to ‘Good Bye’.
“Now see what happens when I go too close.”
As he did so, the devil spun over and leapt to his hand with a small audible, metallic click. He waved his hands in front of her.
“Here take it.”
Pulling it off his glove, and slapping his grinning face lightly, her tears rapidly drying now, she laughed with gentle amusement.
“ Magnets! Oh, you little cheat, so that’s how it all works, where did you get them”, fascinated by the small round pellets, “also from TEDI?”
“Nah! I get them for free.” Taking a baking tray from under the couch, its contents loaded with rolling tobacco, a small self-seal bag of dark green marihuana, cardboard filters and rolling papers. “They come with the papers that I use to roll joints. See,” opening a flap from a Gizeh pack. The lid is sealed with a tiny magnet. When the pack is empty, I collect them. I will show you more when I take you around BBB, Bingo Bongo Bar when daylight wakes us up. I just used super glue to stick them on the glove.”
"Yeah, okay and what else do you have hidden under this couch of wonders. Pandora’s box?”
He laughed.“ That is what I will nickname yours.” He bent over and dragged out a metal box with three glass eyes. “This is the fog machine. It stays in the BBB for parties.”
“But you still haven’t explained what occurred to my body."“You had a G-spot orgasm. They are rare. Only one ex-partner achieved it with me. I don’t actually know much about this phenomenon and it is still well debated amongst medical scholars. The point is, your adrenalin rush of fear caused by the so called ritual, made the possibility that you could reach one. I did have a vague idea where the spot could be, hence the angle of penetration and almost instinctively finding it causing me in my excitement to spurt on it.”
“Well it certainly worked on me. I feel that after all this unbelievable fucking - where I consumed your spunk and my own juices, pissed on your hands, and flooded us both with…this stuff,” she touched herself, then licking the moisture from her fingers after sniffing at them, “all I smell and taste is your come. Hmm, how weird, and I thought I was pregnant with satin’s child!”
She slowly stood up. The blanket slipped of her shoulder. “I feel like I have run a marathon on all fours. It must be well after midnight,” she giggled, “whatever time that is but I think it is time to go to bed…and sleep.”
Accompanying her, he stripped out of his soaking devil outfit, kicking it into a corner. As he took the few steps with her to the bedroom, she again stopped at the mirror. They both looked at the naked form staring with wide, bloodshot eyes back at them. She recalled what she had last said in front of it.
“Do you think I’m sexy? At this moment I look like a cat that’s been dragged by its tail through a thorn hedge.
“Well you certainly made screams as loud as they can”
Ignoring him, she absently reached back an arm, exposing sweat matted hair, to scratch at her back. “Ouch.” She looked at dark crumbs of coagulated blood under her fingernails. “What in hell did you do to me?”
She twisted her hips to and throw looking at the large pentagon, engraved into her back. The outline visible in dark red beads. “You have scarred me with the devil’s signature. Are you mad? I don’t recall you doing this to me.” She gazed, as returning her hand, lightly rubbed some of it off, leaving an angry red line.
“Don’t worry. The rest will come off in bed and it will all be gone in three to four days. When you started your dance to the devil, I increased your enthusiasm to be impregnated by him by gently, just using its weight, the dagger point on you. It worked rather well. Now I do think your sexy.”
In the bedroom the lights were killed, and they spooned up together. Gently he wrapped an arm over her, fondling a breast and fine tuning an erect nipple. She obliged the feeling of a swelling sausage by prising her buttocks apart and let him slowly glide in.
“Mmmm, I will sleep now at any moment. Just keep slowly pumping, I will feel it in my dreams.” She kissed him, released her upper buttock and let the muscles of her soaking wet tunnel squeeze and guide him deeper and deeper. Then with a sigh of satisfaction she was gone to who knows where.
He continued to move in her, sometimes almost letting the exhausted tip slip out. But the pleasurable feeling made him quietly groan just as three tiny spurts from his eggs fired like a damp squid. Now they were empty. As he wrinkled down, he fell asleep also, smiling - another day, another fuck.
