Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (22 page)

"We will find a way," she whispered desperately as they came explosively together.

Part 3: Conjure

When darkness fell again, the land came alive with spirits of the damned.

Auréle spent the day begging Danielle to pack and leave and she spent the day lovingly refusing and repeatedly putting him under her spell. Never for even a moment had Danielle felt a fraction of what she felt for Auréle. He was her counterpart, her soul mate. She was determined to be with him, come Hell or high water.

Even in death, Auréle brought her to life.

Though her resolve did not waver, as soon as the last sliver of day faded away, she knew she was in for a night of terror. A young girl came to the back door at sunset. She looked about sixteen with old fashioned plain shift dress and an outdated hairstyle. Her haunted eyes chilled Danielle.

"Please, ma'am," the girl said in a hollow voice. "My brother's been hurt, out in the trees. I need your help," she pleaded.

"Danielle," Auréle growled behind her. "Don't open the door. Don't speak to her. She can't come in, just ignore her."

Danielle glanced down at the brick dust in the doorway and back at the girl for a brief second before walking away from the door.

"Ma'am, please!" the child implored. "She'll hurt him! She'll HURT HIM! AND IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT! ALL YOUR FAULT!"

The child's voice rose until she was in a shrieking psychosis. From somewhere out in the trees, another scream mingled with the girl's scream.
A male scream. Of terror and agony. The girl screamed and threw herself violently into the door and Auréle ushered Danielle from the room.

"We need to get out of here," Danielle said desperately, "together. We'll get in my car and go, Auréle."

He regarded her skeptically. "I'd love to darlin'. But if it were that easy for me to leave don't you think I would've by now? You can't leave now either. You can't leave the house. Not now that you know her secrets. She'll never let you go alive."

His words chilled her to the bone.

"Fine, I wouldn't leave you anyway," Danielle resolved. She stared into Auréle's handsome face, shadowed by the mounting gloom. "I do love you. Why isn't the spell broken? Don't you love me too?"

Pain flickered in his dark eyes. With a pitiful sigh, he took her into his arms and owned her lips with his. He did love her, and in truth, he didn't really know what exactly it would take to break the spell. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently pulled her head back to better accommodate his greedy tongue. Her hands snaked under his shirt and through the hair on his chest. Everywhere her hands explored, his body responded with rock hard tension that was so real, so poignantly alive; she could've cried at the irony.

He feverishly kissed her refusing to let her go. But she unbuckled his belt and reached into his pants, closing her hot fist over his long thick cock. He growled quietly and finally released her lips and she slid down his body onto her knees. Peering up at him with dark teary eyes, she murmured, "I want to bring you to life."

She took him into her mouth and he tossed his head back marveling at the heaven of sliding in and out of her eager lips. Knowing she couldn't bring him to life. And all he could bring her was death. He was nearly to tears himself, somewhere between Heaven and Hell.

"Danielle," he whispered, the head of his cock throbbing against her sly, swirling tongue.  She looked up at him with worshiping dark eyes.  Seeing her watch him, and feeling her smile around his cock without stopping was nearly the end of his most immediate plan.

"Danielle!" he said urgently, falling more desperately in love with this woman who could be terrified and sensual all at once.  He drew back, releasing himself from her mouth.  "Come," he said, pulling her off her knees, jerking up his pants, and pulling her up the ancient stairway.  Though he was willing to comply with her every sexual wish, his tone indicated he was in charge.

Auréle led her again to his bedroom.  The waiting onslaught right outside her own back door was forgotten as she watched him mosey around the room lighting candles. She perched primly on the edge of the bed, squeezing her legs together to stave off an orgasm threatening to erupt before even shedding one stitch of clothing.

Once the room was again washed in the light of dancing flames, he strolled back to her.  Auréle looked down at her haunting gorgeous face. Full of love and desire, he caressed her face
painfully slowly.  She seized his hand and dragged it down to feel her breasts, but he pulled it away. "Patience, love," he tsk tsked quietly. 

Auréle gently pushed her onto her back on the bed, and then rolled her onto her stomach.  Meticulously, he reached beneath her to free her of her jeans first, then her G-string.  She quaked as his fingers grazed her skin like whispers.  Then he
shimmied her t-shirt off over her head and unhooked her bra, freeing her of that as well.  Eyes closed, spinning with anticipation, Danielle moaned when she heard the rustle of him removing his own clothes.

The bed creaked as he climbed on and straddled her waist.  He began massaging her shoulders, leaning into her.  She felt his erection toying with her back as he worked and shivered as a thousand intense imaginings crossed her mind.  He reached beneath her again, cupping her breasts massaging, gently at first and growing more rough as both their passions grew.  His hands began working faster and more vigorously, racing over her body until he reached the feminine mound of her ass and began kneading her cheeks.

"Oh baby, yeeesss," she hissed.  He paused only briefly as he reached for something.  The next thing she knew, there was a millisecond of sudden burn on her skin right underneath her waist, and then he blew on the spot that burned, sending an unimaginable sensation of pleasure throughout her.  The sensation came again and again and she realized he was dripping hot candle wax on her flesh.  In a torturously slow trail, he let the candle wax drip until it reached the beginning of the crevice between her cheeks.  She felt herself growing wet and still kept her eyes closed, wanting to be deliciously shocked by everything he did to her. 

Auréle put the candle back in its holder and took Danielle by the hips.  He pulled her up onto all fours, and then pushed her shoulders and face back to the bed.  "May I have all that I want, Danielle?" Auréle breathed.

"Yes, God yes, Auréle!"

In an instant, he gingerly parted her from behind and his tongue dove between her ass cheeks and tasted her most hidden areas.  For one second she was self-conscious of what he was looking at, and then his moving tongue and soft moans of pleasure made her exalt in her own femininity.  She panted rapidly and let out tiny begging squeaks.

"Do you want me?" he asked throatily.

She couldn't speak, she just
trembled her consent.

"Do you want me here?" he asked, suddenly slipping a finger inside her ass.  That one small movement was all it took to shoot her into an intense orgasm, and she accepted him easily as he gently entered her ass with his monstrous wanting cock.  In her infinitely ready state he had no difficulty driving, in, out, grinding, building.  When he was rocked with his own orgasm, she was still coming and screaming her ageless love.

***

The windows and doors began to swing open, slam shut. The thunderous crashing of dozens of windows and doors was deafening, and glass shattered all over the house as ancient window panes broke.

"What do we do?" Danielle yelled over the noise.

Toinette appeared in the front doorway. "COME OUT! COME OUT!" she screamed, as if to answer Danielle's question.

"Don't listen, Danielle!" Auréle warned. "She can't get in! If she could pass the brick dust, she'd have done it by now!" Auréle grabbed Danielle's hand and pulled her. "Come on, follow me!"

Together they ran up the stairs and down the dark hallway. He led her to the furthest door on the right, one she had not yet opened or explored. He threw open the door, revealing a pitch dark stairway leading to an unfinished attic area.

"I don't want to go up there, Auréle!" Danielle worried, frightened of the dark and the wave of heat that assaulted them.

"You must trust me," he urged, gently pulling her on.

Once in the attic, Auréle lit a candle. Danielle could see the dingy room was full of hundreds of candles, including a large ring of thick white candles in the center of the room. Quickly, he began lighting the candles in the ring. He turned back to her. "Come on," he said, offering a hand. "Step inside the circle."

Danielle felt terrified, but trusted Auréle. She stepped into the circle amongst the dancing flames. He raced around the attic and she quietly watched him though a dozen questions were busy in her mind. Auréle opened a drawer in a massive armoire, retrieved a bottle, and returned to the circle. He stepped into the circle of flames himself and took the cork out of the small bottle.

Rapidly, Auréle began to whisper. "
In the name of the Holy, Blessed, and Glorious Trinity, proceed we to our work in these mysteries to accomplish that which we desire; we therefore, in the names aforesaid, consecrate this piece of ground for our defense."

As Auréle quietly prayed, he sprinkled white dust out of the bottle onto the ground in a circle that rimmed the candlelight. "S
o that no spirit whatsoever shall be able to break these boundaries, neither be able to cause injury nor detriment to any of us here assembled: but that they may be compelled to stand before this Circle, and answer truly our demands, so far as it pleaseth Him who liveth for ever and ever; and who says, I am the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End, which is, and which was and which is to come, the Almight."

When he completed the circle of white powder, he slowly walked around the circle three times while finishing his fervently whispered prayer.
"
I am the First and the Last, who am living and was dead; and behold I live for ever and ever; and I have the keys of Death and Hell. Bless O Lord! this creature of earth wherein we stand; confirm O God! Thy strength in us, so that neither the adversary nor any evil thing may cause us to fail, through the merits of Jesus Christ. Amen."

Danielle sat primly in the center of the circle on her knees, peering around the room. It looked much like
Toinette's cottage but felt somehow different. "What is this place?" Danielle asked in awe.

Auréle took a seat on the floor next to Danielle, and the awful banging of doors and windows beneath them stopped. "This is my sanctuary. I feared a day like this might come someday; Danielle and I made this place.
To protect myself. And I'm glad I did, because now I can protect you."

"What did you just do?"

"I made a consecrated, protected circle. The white candle magic and sea salt protect us. We are safe inside."

Danielle gasped. "What? I thought you said she couldn't get in!"

"Darling, as far as I know, she can't. But in case brick dust falls through, I'd like to think we have a backup plan!"

Danielle stared at him sadly. "Well, what do we do now?"

Auréle sighed. "Wait for day light. Her powers weaken under the light of day."

Danielle cuddled into
Auréle's arms and together they drifted off to sleep in the flickering circle.

***

Somewhere in the house, music began to play.

"I'm
comiiiin' foh yooooou," said a quiet sing song voice.

Danielle and Auréle simultaneously jerked out of their incredibly peaceful slumber. "Oh my God, what was that?" Danielle whispered frantically. Instinctively, Auréle encircled her in a fierce, protective embrace.

"I'm comiiiin' foh yooooou," came the lyrical Creole lilt once more.

Anxiety constricted Danielle's chest in a vice grip of fear, stealing the breath from her lungs. Hot tears sprung to her eyes. "You said she couldn't get in here!" Danielle exclaimed, just as the attic door burst open and beautiful Toinette emerged into the room with a glittering wicked smile.

Auréle glared into Toinette's eyes as he reluctantly released Danielle and stood.

"She's conjured the wind," he growled in response to Danielle's question. 

Toinette cackled. "Tha's right, chile," Toinette delightedly informed Danielle with that Southern flavor in her voice Danielle normally would've found so appealing. Except in this case it was sinister and frightening. "I called up the wind, and blew yo' brick dust away." Everything she said was like a child singing her phrases to make fun of another.

"Danielle, do not leave the circle. Conjuring the wind took a lot of her energy. And she can't come inside this circle here no matter what; no matter what she conjures! The only way she can harm you here is if you offer yourself! STAY INSIDE THE CIRCLE!"

Danielle roosted on her haunches, circling her arms around her own knees. She buried her face into her knees and planted her hands over her ears, rocking to and fro.

Toinette tittered again. "I think I can interest you in coming to me,
chile," Toinette said softly, speaking right to Danielle.

"Danielle, DO NOT listen to her,
do not do a thing she says!"

Danielle did her best to ignore Toinette, but the woman's magical voice seemed to come to her from inside her own mind.