Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 20:47:04 -0700 From: Nathan Bradshaw Subject: The Angel's Shadow Part 7 All the usual disclaimer's apply: don't read this if it is illegal for you to do so, don't steal or copy anything here without my permission. This story is inspired by the brilliant series American Horror Story: Coven. If you enjoy it or wish to read more, send me an email at nbradFshaw@yahoo.com. Like this website? Find a way to give back to it! Whether it be money, your own writing talents, or sharing it with a friend, give back to Nifty! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Who is Julian? I was in his house- alone. It was really nice, very expensive without trying to hard to impress. He told me he only had to leave for a bit, but that was an hour ago. My mother- she used to always tell me not to pry but there was something calling to me. I could feel it in my chest. I started walking down the halls barefoot. Surprisingly the floors were heated which I didn't know you could do, but that wasn't important. I had no idea what I was looking for but something was pulling me forward. It was like a voice was telling me I was close to finding it. It- what could I find? "A bunch of dead bodies," but this wasn't a horror movie so that was stupid. "Besides, if he was a serial killer he would have killed me by now." I came to the end of the hallway but it wasn't supposed to be the end. There was a door here, wasn't it? The last time. When I first slept with him I know there was a door here. There still is. I had no idea where the voice came from but i knew it was real. There was something going on here and it chilled me to the core. I reached out to touch the wall- but before I did it changed. It slid apart in segments and in moments there was the door that I remembered. It didn't have a handle and my hand began to burn. I let go of the necklace he had given me, hadn't realized I'd been holding it until then. it was glowing and it was hot, but before I could take it off, the door slid open. "How long are we going to sit out here?" Rockelle was complaining out of habit; we literally only just pulled up across the street from my place. "Give him time. When he opens the room, I'll go in. I want him to see some of the stuff in there first," I told her. "Besides. We aren't alone here." "I thought you said they wouldn't follow us." "There's a boy who's been watching me for a year now. His name is Dylan. He's on the other side of my house; he's been waiting for me to leave. I took down the wards to see if he would be brave enough to try and enter," I saw her glance back at the books stacked in the back seat. "You can take them and go if you'd like. He's not a threat; he's a pawn. His father is dangling him in front of me to see if I'll bite." "Have you?" "I think one virgin is enough, don't you?" "What is this place?" This room he had- it was empty. I couldn't help but feel let down- I guess it would make more sense for there to be a bunch of dead bodies. Or furniture made of skin. "It's not empty, Noland. You just don't know what you're looking for," I didn't turn around at first- when did he come in? How could I get caught snooping around his place? Was he mad? "I'm so sorry Julian. I got lost I was looking for the bathroom I-" When I did turn to look at him...he was beaming. Radiant even. The smile on his face was as genuine as I'd ever seen, and the laughter in his blue eyes only a little mocking. He leaned against the door frame, his hands in his pocket. "You're a terrible liar, Noland. But it's okay. You're human." Why did he say it like that? human. Like it's an insult- like he's different somehow. "So you're not mad? I mean at me," I asked, confused. "No. You aren't a malicious person, Noland. I know there was no ill intent in your snooping," I felt my ears grow a little warm and I looked at the ground. "Though I am surprised that you aren't mad at me." "Mad at you?" I hadn't even considered that I could be mad at him. Maybe if I had found something, I would have a leg to stand on. But what was there to find? The room was empty. "You said the room isn't empty. But it is." "Noland, I want you to keep an open mind. Can you do that for me?" Something in Julian made me slightly cautious, but only for a moment. Something in the way he moved when he walked closer to me said he would never hurt me. But that didn't take away the doubt. "Is this your torture room? Are you going to turn me into furniture?" I asked him, trying to lighten the mood. But he was so intense, so serious that I stopped smiling. What was he about to tell me? That he didn't like boys? "Please be serious, Noland. I need you to really listen to what I have to say, and be open to the possibilities that lie ahead," he reached out and touched my arm. Fire- brilliant fire raced up my arm and across my chest, to his necklace. Instantly the room we were in changed. The ceiling transformed into the night sky; stars and a crescent moon, moving clouds. Then came the bookshelves, and the room seemed to grow as rows and rows of them showed up, packed thick with books. And finally, in the center of the room was a marble table with a more than life like miniature version of the solar system in full rotation at it's center. "Julian-" "It's magic. I'm a witch, Noland." It's magic. I'm a witch. I don't know why but the first thing I could think of was the wicked witch of the west- and I laughed. Julian frowned. "What could you possibly find funny?" "I was picturing you with warts and green skin," I told him. He smiled, and I smiled. "You're a witch? Like you can do magic?" "That is what happened just now," he said, gesturing to the transformed room around us. It was was easily the most magical place I'd been, that was for sure. Aside from Disney World. Nothing could come quite as close as that place. "Noland I didn't tell you, and I wouldn't have. There are rules. But I am a witch and I can do magic." "So you're a witch?" I asked again. Because it still didn't make sense. It didn't click- it wasn't real. Julian was perfect. He couldn't be some kind of a monster. A witch. "Like a witch?" "Would you like proof? Other than the necklace, or the room," I immediately looked down at it. "This process is a lot to take in. It's extremely similar to coming out of the closet. You can see all this magic around you, and still deny it." He took my hands and closed his over mine. I felt something, and he opened his hands. golden butterflies flew out of them, dozens. The circled around us like a cyclone and then flew up into the night sky ceiling- where they disappeared, one by one. "How did you?" "I'm a witch." "You're- you're a..." "Witch. I'm a witch Noland." He grabbed my chin. "You should try saying it. It helps." "You're a witch. Julian Fox, my boyfriend is a witch," I didn't notice that he moved even closer to me, not until i could feel his breathe on my ear. "Try saying this," he whispered, "I'm about to have sex with a witch. Even if it kills me, it'll be the best sex I've ever had." And then I kissed him, because he'd been in control long enough. I caught him off guard and I controlled his tongue. He tasted like doublemint gum but I couldn't really focus on that because his hands were all over me and then my clothes were gone. I opened my eyes to look at him and he smiled a devilish smile. "Magic. You're about to have magic sex. Are you ready?" His lips were so thick and full...there was sweat running down his nose. I licked it off; run my tongue from the bridge of his nose to his clear blue eyes. He was naked and hard. "I'm about to have sex... with my witch. Even if it kills me. It'll be the best sex I've ever...ugghh," I got light headed; he was on his knees. My dick was in his mouth and I didn't know getting a blowjob could feel this good. He ran his tongue up the underside of my dick then kissed the tip. he spit on me, then swallowed it.My legs gave out and somehow-magic- the table was behind me. His throat convulsed around my dick and I heard him gag- it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. My hands flew instantly to the back of his head and I guided him back down my dick before he could pull off. I pushed his head down all the way down until his lips were nestled in my bush- I wanted to make him gag again. He did and he looked at me with spit pouring out of the corners of his mouth. I could feel him choking on me and I almost lost it in his throat but he pulled off and grinned at me. "I'm going to make this last," Julian bit my balls and I squirmed. "Turn around." I did. His big hands pulled apart my cheeks and then I felt his tongue on my hole and I was instantly on my toes. He was an animal. His lips were pressed against my hole and his tongue kept digging deeper and deeper...It was wet and strong and flexible. He was giving me waves of pleasure-limitless, unadulterated pleasure and I didn't care to try and hide how much I enjoyed it. I could hear my voice but the only thing I could really feel attached to was his tongue and the precum it was forcing out of my dick and onto his table. I was trying to dig my hands into the marble but it wouldn't give- biting my lip until his tongue found a part of my insides it hadn't touched. Then he stopped and he kissed- kissed my asshole. He started dragging his lips and his tongue up my back, feeling up my legs and then grabbed my balls and pulled them. I groaned and he bit my ear. "I'm going to fuck you. How do you want me, Noland?' His voice was so ragged and possessive... it was like his dick was talking. I could feel it pressing against my hole; the tip was wet. He pulled back a little, and slid his fingers in my ass. One and then two, then three. "I asked you a question. How do you want me to fuck you?" He slammed his fingers in me and a jumped and moaned. My mind was racing and I was covered in sweat; it didn't matter whose it was. I grabbed his hand and licked his fingers. I tasted salt and cum. I sucked them in deeper i needed to taste more. He ripped his hand out of my mouth and his nail scratched my tongue. "If you don't answer me, you get nothing," he dragged his teeth across my neck. "Speak." "Fuck me Julian. Just like this," I arched my back and started searching for him with my ass. I felt it; felt him and pushed back harder, until his dick was between my cheeks. "You asked," I wasn't expecting him to shove his dick inside me and a I screamed, but before I could move he wrapped his arm around my stomach and his hand grabbed mine. His dick felt like an arm was ripping my ass open, I couldn't feel anything other than the pain in my ass until he started to fuck me. Slowly at first; he didn't pull out and they were shallow thrust but it still burned like fire. It hadn't hurt the first time. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists but that didn't help. "Julian..." I could hear myself whimper. "It hurts, doesn't it? I can take the pain away. I did it before," he was cooing in my ear and I bit my lip and nodded my head. Some of his cum leaked out of his dick and he started fucking me again. It felt like ice soothing a burn. It started at my hole and spread inside of me and I got shivers. My ass clenched on his dick. "Is that better baby?" "Oh fuck Julian...that feels amazing," my chest was rising up and down and I leaned back into him. His hand slid from my stomach to my neck and he squeezed a little. "Now I'm going to fuck you, hard," I felt his dick leave my ass but only for a second; as soon as the tip slid out of my hole he rammed his dick back inside of me and slammed another scream out of me. But I wasn't in pain. He kept going; harder, faster. He was unstoppable- an animal. I got lost in the ecstasy his strokes brought me. He slapped my ass and it stung but I didn't care because he was fucking me and I couldn't stop myself from pawing at my dick and grinding on his dick trying to hold him tighter get him to fuck me deeper. He pushed my shoulders down and I hit the table. The edge was pressing into my dick and it hurt but it felt amazing. He grabbed onto my shoulders and really started fucking me. Sometimes I couldn't breathe, and he either didn't know or didn't care. I didn't care. Making love would have been beautiful, but i knew now that there were parts of me that could only be satisfied by being fucked. Hard. He licked the sweat off my back and then I felt it; he came. He kept fucking me; every thrust bought more cum firing out of his dick and coating my insides. It took a second but I realized I had already came; when I looked down, the table was streaked with my cum. He pulled out; his cum followed him. I could feel it seeping out of me. I heard it hit the floor; it was the only other sound in the room, other than our breathing. He rested his head on my back and kissed me. "Lets get to bed. It's late, and you've got a big day tomorrow," Julian said, playing with his cum in my ass. It made my dick stir. "Why? I've already lost my virginity," I laughed. "Twice." I could feel his laughter vibrating through my spine. "Tomorrow, I'm going to introduce you to my world." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and the many more to cum!! 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