Date: Sun, 07 Feb 2021 22:12:22 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: Devil's Hollow 2

			      DEVIL'S HOLLOW
				    By
				 Encolpius


DISCLAIMER:  This story contains elements of theistic Satanism

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					TWO

	In the night, Paul slept restlessly, troubled by his dream.  In it,
Trup, his 14 year old son had come across a cabin in the woods along wtih
the boy Aamon.  Inside the cabin, in vivid detail, he dreamt of his son
losing his virginity with a golden haired girl.  He could see every detail
of it as clearly as if he were standing there.  He could see his son's teen
body, his hard erection, his muscles flexing and tensing as he pushed
himself inside of her.  He could hear the moaning.  In the dream, standing
here, silently watching his son get and give sexual pleasure, Paul
masturbated himself.  Then as the boy came, he did too.  He awoke to a
sticky mess.  His first wet dream in months.

	He was troubled afterwards as he tried to go back to sleep with the
thought, so reasonable and expected in his sleep but in his wakeful state
ridculous, that girl was actually Aamon.  That thought carried over to the
daylight and their second day there

	There was graffiti on the outside of the church, the boards
whitewashed but covered with anhk's and pentagrams and unicursal hexagrams
and more.  The inside was no better.  Aamon emerged from the woods in the
cool of the monring, happy and cheeful, ready to work.  Paul set them all
to work, strupping off the old paint to get ready for new.  Aamon and Trip
were on the other side from everyone else.

	"What happened yesterday?"  Trip asked

	Aaoon grinned broadly. "You had sex!"

	"I know that but who was she?"  Trip said.  Aamon shrugged it
off. "Is she your girlfriend?"

	Aamon grinned and shook his head no.  Trip tried to form his words
to voice his suspicion even though he knew it sounded crazy and couldn't be
but he was troubled by Aamon disappearing and the girl appearing and, yet,
he couldn't get her perfect sexy body off his mind.

	"I think it's weird that you live in the woods like that. By
yourself.  I think it's all srange"

	"It is strange.  It doesn't make sense" Aamon said. "Things were
don't always make sense unless you are open to them"

	The conversation had to stop when his mother came around and
started questioning them about lunch and snacks and being too hot.  Aamon
started talking to her about the first tomatoes on the season and how great
they are and how she outght to go to his mom's house and get some.  An
ancient pick up pulled off the road into the yard of the church and settled
to a stop.  A man, unshaven, his mid 40's got out of the truck.  The whole
clan drifted up toward the truck.

	"Preacher Joe!"  Aamon said, smiling

	The man looked at him and then looked around and his eyes settled
on Paul.

	"I'm Joe Bosch" he said, sticking out his hand

	"Paul Marcion.  Pastor Paul" Paul knew that Bosch was the last
missionary that had been sent a decade before.

	"So they sent another missionary.  You know what they say: never
reinforce failure" Joe said.  " I see young Aamon has come around to help":

	"He's been a blessing but, if I may say, I'm surprised that you are
still here.  The Home Mission Board hasn't heard anything from you in
years."

	Joe looked off.  "That's because I don't serve the God you do
anymore.  I own a liqour store and I am a happier man for it"

	"When we have services Sunday, maybe we can tempt you back into the
fold.  A call to repentence and rededication""

	Joe nodded his head solemnly.  :"I wish you luck, though.  I don't
think you'll find many takers in this valley. I will tell you this, when I
was you I had no idea how deep the water I jumped into was and it's only
gotten deeper.  But I make you this promise: I'll come Sunday if Aamon
does"

	Paul and Jena both looked at the boy.  He grinned. "I am!"

	"Then I'll see you Sunday"

	"We've all ready got two for Sunday then" Jena said

	They broke for lunch and Paul decided that they had made some
progress and he wanted to do some ministering.  Aamon said he would take
the kids to the river and swim. if that's okay.  Paul and Jena agreed that
it was.  Paul asked Aaom about where the hospital was so he could sign up
as a volunteer chaplain and the old folks home was.  Aamon was confued and
shook his head.

	"Where do people go when they get sick?"

	He shrugged. "I guess people don't get sick"

	"People don't get old?"

	"They get old but they don't get old" Aamon said.

	Paul decided to drop it and would visit wth Preacher Joe and get
the lay of the land from him.  He might be cynical now but he had been in
Paul's place once and would have useful information.  As Jena went to the
river with the kids, Paul set out to talk with Preacher Joe, pulling into
the liquour store and going inside one for the first time ever.  When he
came in, preacher Joe shook his head.

	"":Look, it doesn't matter to me.  I know how this ends and you'll
be better for it" Preacher Joe said "But the kid is a devil.  You are
playing wtih fire"

	"Aamon? "  Pastor Paul asked in some surprise "He seems like a very
nice boy"

	:"If that's what you think"

	Paul asked about the hospital and nursing homes.  Preacher Joe
shook his head.  There weren't any.  Paul was stunned.

	"There isn't a whole lot of sickness here and for injuries, they go
to the cunning women to fix.  I found that the old aren't decrepit here"

	"Clean living?"

	"I guess that depends" Preacher Joe said.  When Paul asked who the
cunning women were Preacher Joe answered "Aamon's mother and grandmother
and great gramdmother are.  He's the son of a long line.  I'm telling you
that you don't even begin to understand what you are in"

	When he got back, Paul could barely hear the kids laughing off in
the distance.  He cut through a piece of the woods energed just down stream
of them.  He could see them splashing in the water.  It was a idyllic
scene.  There were in pool of water in front of a small waterfall and the
depth was just above the belly buttons of the two taller boys and up to the
chests of the two shorter children.  Downsteam where Paul was the current
sped up and there was white spray as the water coursed over and around the
rocks in the rapids but the water was calm where they were.  It wasn''t a
terribly impressive river, not especially wide or deep but in amongst the
trees of the forest with mossy banks, it was gorgeous.  A testament to the
beauty of God's creation, Paul thought.  Jena was on the bank in shorts
over her one piece bathing suit with a har and sunglasses, reading a book.
Paul had to admit that even in her in late 30's she was still a desirable
woman.  But his own sexual interest had flagged to the point where he
didn't desire her at all in that way and he struggled on the rare occassos
they coupled.  He had to think of all sots of taboo thoughts just to keep
himself able to remain on task.  She increasingly had little interest in
him in that way either although he kept himself in shape.

	Rachel too was in a one piece bathsuit, having the sort of modesty
that their faith required.  Men and boys were exicitable and women needed
to remain modest as a result so as to not ignite the passions.  She had
small breasts and had started her periods months ago.  She was very girly
but she got in and mixed with the boys.  Her twin, Ben, both of them with
flaming red hair, had a shirt over his fair skinned torso and Paul had a
mometary longing to see what he was sporting down below.  He looked at Trip
and realized that in his dreams he had seen the boy naked.  Naked and hard
and in the middle of ecstasy.  His black haired arm pits and his lean and
lithe teen age body was exactly as it was in the dream.  Aamon was lightly
golden tanned and he had the beggings of pectoral muscles and a hint of
abdominal muscles and Paul stared at him for a long minute, drinking in his
effortless grace and broad happy smile.  The boy was beautful and sexy and
charismatic.  For just one minute, Paul surrendered to his longing and then
made himself back to being what he was supposed to be: a father, husband
and Pastor.

	The kids wanted him to get a swim suit and get in but Paul didn't
He spoke to Jena briefly and headed back to the camper to do some sermon
prep for a Sunday sermon that likely would be ill attended.  If the easy
options for ministering where to be shut off from his, they would just have
to redouble their efforts in the community anyway.  Today the kids could
play but then they would need to work to get the church raedy and, just as
important, the parsonage.

	He was deep into the study of 1 Samuel 15 for a sermon about
obedience to God when Aamon came in the camper.

	"Sorry.  They sent me to get some chips and drinks" he said.  "What
are reading?"

	Paul smiled.  "The Bible and some commentaries.  But you can find
out Sunday at church. I don't want to ruin the surprise.  Everything's in
the pantry"

	"Okay" Aamon said happily and gathered up some snacks and went to
leave.  At the door, he turned back and looked at Paul, sitting at the
table with several books open and legal pad on the small built in dining
table.  "Don't you think it's werid that God wanted Saul to kill all the
people and all the animals of the Amalekites because they had been mean to
the Israelites a long time before and then got mad because Saul killed all
the people but not all the animals?"

	Paul looked at him hard.  He shook his head and recovered.  "The
point of the passage is the importance of complete obedience to God.
That's why God rejected Saul.  Incomplete obedience"

	"But you think abortion is totally evil and that God forbids it,
right?"

	"Of course" Paul said, his skepticism showing

	"But he told Saul to kill all the babies of the Amalekites.  Why
would you follow a God that wants to kill living babies. Babies that have
all ready been born?"

	"It's the Old Testament"

	"God changed?"

	"No, of course not" Paul said

	"Okay" Aamon said brightly.  "I just think it's weird"

	"How did you know what I was studying?"

	"Preacher Joe told you I was a devil, right?"

	"Yes" Paul said.  "And I am beginning to think he is right"

	"He is right" Aamon said. He shrugged.  "You'll see"

	When they came back, the kids were all happy and laughing and Aamon
was in the midst of them, friends to all three of the kids.  Even as they
ate supper that night, there was none of the usual sibling tension.  They
were like the Three Musketeers.  Later, as dusk fell, he tried to tell Jena
of his suspicions about Aamon but she dismissed them.

	"He's just a boy" she said "And the kids need a friend"

	As night fell and everyone in the camper, all crammed together,
were either snoring or having the rhythmic breathing of sleep, Trip could
finally stand it no more.  How he had lasted that long was a miracle.  He
pulled on a pair of shorts, having to tuck his erection just right to get
it zipped up, and he snuck out.  In the darkness of the night, he plunged
into the woods.  Inside of the tree line, he looked and around and took a
deep breath.  He had no idea of how to get there but he had to go.  The
compulsion was overwhelming.  She was there. It was there.  What he wanted
was there in the woods somewhere.  The fence and into the streambed, he
concentrated on the cabin and he suddenly felt confident.  He felt as if he
knew exactly where he was going Trip looked up at the sky and saw an
enormous full moon lighting the forest.  It had been pitch black on the
other side.  Trip plunged deeper into the woods at a full gallop.

	The cabin was just ahead and he erupted into a dead run.  Coming to
the door, he flung it open, wildly, half thinking it would be empty.  But
she was there, crosslegged and naked on he bed, holding a bottle of wine.
He could see her split tail and bush and he was hard as a rock.  He stood
there, staring at her, breathing hard, excited, horny but overwhelmed by a
need for answers.

	"I want to ask you some questions" Trip said

	"Do you want some wine?"

	"I don't drink"

	She pointed the bottle toward him.  "Drink some wine"

	He reached over and took it.  Rubbing the lip of the bottle, he
took a swig.  It was sour and fruity.  His head swam a little.  He asked
where Aamon was and she didn't answer.  He took a second swig and handed
the bottle back to her but she refused.  When he took a third swig, she
took the bottle and tilted it up too.

	"I couldn't stay away" Trip said

	"I know" she answered.

	"It's so weird hanging around Aamon and knwing that ...."

	She rubbed her clit and slipped a finger in her pussy.  She closed
her eyes and sighed.  "Naked would be better"

	"In real life, in reality, are you really a boy or a girl?"

	She touched him down there, his hardness and smiled.  Trup felt a
shiver of pure excitement course through his body, like every nerve ending
was on fire.  "I am what you need me to be"

	"I could stop thinking.  earlier ... I couldn't stop thinking
about"

	"I know" she answered "We have time"

	The wine was beginning to have an effect.  Everything seemed more
vivid to Trip.  The details of the room faded from view and she seemed
bathed in a golden light, every bit of her body highlighted, the shadows
making the hidden parts more erotic for being slightly obscured.  he wanted
to devour her.  Naked, hard, he fell into her arms.  His horniness was
powerful.  It consumed him.  He touched her and they kissed, young hard
bodies mashed together, his hardness against her.  He touched her firm
young breasts and she ran her hands actoss his wiry upper body.

	He was burning and he wanted to plunge his dick into her.  But she
held him back and slowly his mind settled. Long lingering touches, slow
sensual touching.  It kept every pleasure point activated and firing,
flooding his brain with pleasure, with warmth, with fulfillment.  There was
nothing in the world but this.  Nothing important but this.  Touching her.
Her touching him.  That was everything.

	He recognized now the lie.  Sex was good. Wait for marriage?  It
was so stupid when it felt so good now.  All the other lies they had told
him, he knew he would question.  Her embrace has opened a new world for
him.  Her touch.  When she touched his hard member, lightly grazing
touches, he threw his head back and sighed.  She knew exactly what he
wanted.

	He pushed his dick into her wet hot pussy.  Slow strokes, tender
and sensual. He grasped her breats and her hand was on his wiry and hard
body.  He felt his mind opening up to her.  Trip felt as if he was at one
with her.  But each stroke in her was a millimeter more pleasurable than
the last.  The sensation on his cock was just that much more intense.

	It was a little harder and a little faster and it was like he was
bathing in a warm bath of pure joy as he fucked her.  The feel of her body,
the smell of her excitement, the sound of her moans.  It all excited him.
A little faster and a little harder.  He had to moan.  It was so intense
but it seemed like he wasn't fully in control.  He was being let off a
chain a little at a time.  As soon as he thought that he wanted to ravish
her, pound her, fuck her, the notion passed and he gradually ramped it up.
Far more patient a lover than he thought he could be.  He wasn't just
focused on his own pleausre. He wanted her to get off too and not just
because that would mean they would continue to do it but because her wanted
her to get off.

	Eeerything was so vivid.  The walls undulated and she was bathed in
golden light like a saints halo or an energy field around her, the light as
golden as her hair.  Her bronzed skin seemed to emit it, covering her
beautfiul curved body.  He sighed and pushed it in her again, a little
more. And a little more.

	Then it was like the brakes were off

	"Oh God!"  he cired out.  "Oh God"

	He pounded her now.  Pounded her.  Lost in lust, he drove himself
hin her.  His hardness in her slick wtness.  He drove it in and unloaded as
she rubbed her clit and shivered and shook herself.

	Still recovering his breath as they laid there naked.  She
whispered in his ear, "The God you worship had nothing to do with this.
Everything you have been told is a lie.  I will show you the truth"

	"Okay" Trup said

	"When you come tomorrow, bring your sister"

	He came to in the camper in is bed, the rest of the clan breahing
heavily in their sleep.  He was stil in his shorts.  He reached down to his
wet, sticky pubes.  He could still smell her scent on him.  .