Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2021 09:44:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ravens Hollow part 15

** RAVEN'S HOLLOW – Part XV **

=== EPILOGUE: THE OBSERVER ===


Chunks of rich forest earth dropped on linen. A breeze made red leaves
dance.

Burying oneself was unnerving, to say the least.

Of course they hadn't dropped mirror-Gus' corpse into the hole as is, but
even wrapped in cloth, Gus couldn't help but *know* that his own face was
underneath.

Having donned ripped jeans and an already dirty sweater, the CEO of Bennet
Timber had done most of the digging himself, going deeper and deeper into
the ground between loosely spaced evergreens and thinning broadleaves,
sweating despite the chill air.

He'd gotten intermittent help from resort staff and one amazingly huge
black guy who had to be swallowing steroids like candy. He'd needed the
help because he was digging a hole big enough for two. Apparently Jasper
had managed to heal yet another victim.

Gus had just begun returning earth to the hole, when Kamron showed up. Gus
rammed the spade into the pile to lean on it.

"Here for another shift?"

The man in khaki shorts shivered. "Sorry, got hotel work to do. I'm just
here to ask what you'll have for lunch."

"Whatever Corry's having, make it two."

Kamron nodded and turned.

"Hey," Gus said. "Is it really okay for us to stick around like that? I
mean, you know I *can* pay for the room."

Kamron shrugged. "I think since Jasper's concerned about long term side
effects it would make Mordecai feel weird to make you pay for, like,
medical examination. Just enjoy the vacation before it's back to your
company."

And to planning revenge, Gus thought, even as he flashed a polite smile.

"Just," Kamron continued, already stepping away, "wouldn't be surprised if
the `side effects' are an excuse and Jasper's going to ask you to try a few
concoctions. He can't exactly give his customers a survey if they're not
`initiated'."

Gus raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He'd been thinking about
financial, reputational and personal vengeance against Fisher, but maybe
Jasper would make for a good accomplice. He'd take his time.


==========+++++==========


Her portrait was restored to its place as the centerpiece of the
courtyard. She seemed more radiant, more alive in her rapturous serenading
than ever. Were the peonies blooming more than yesterday?

Mordecai was alone in the courtyard now, after a long evening of enjoying
the company of his friends and family. But he hadn't felt less alone in
years, decades perhaps.

Lined up on a three-drawer were a trumpet, a snare drum, a tattered guitar,
a recorder, the long awaited chimes and a harp, now with its missing string
back from Alec's wristlet.

And there was nothing special about these instruments anymore.

A terrible eternity too late to save her, Mordecai had nonetheless broken
his father's curse, which had torn to pieces Laqueta's voice and with it
her will to live.

No longer empty, the vinyl made her echo through the halls of Raven
Manor. Powerful arias and sultry jazz performances and blues that made you
homesick for who-knows-where. To think it had been long enough for him to
forget her sound – her essence.

"A dance?" said a voice behind Mordecai.

How long had he been staring at the portrait?

He turned and raised his hand to take that of the returned Lady in Black.

"With pleasure, my dear Sloane. Let's make the night ours."

She curtseyed lightly. "The night, Master Raven, is always mine."


==========+++++==========


"Just once," Jasper begged.

Alec rolled his eyes. "If we're getting in trouble, it's *you* burning at
the stake, okay?"

Despite his reluctance, the mohawk muscle man, once again in leather pants
with a sleeveless shirt to complete the attire, slid over to the bar of the
club.

Jasper found the music to be at an obnoxious volume. Was getting heard even
necessary for Alec's gift to work?

He watched his cousin say barely three sentences to two guys who had come
in separately with their girlfriends. Jasper pulled on the hem of his white
polo shirt to hide he was tucking away his boner.

The total stranger's eyes met Alec's, then each other's. The siren said
something like `would be cute if you made out' and after fumbling
hesitation, the strangers leaned in and kissed sloppily, much to the shock
of left-side girlfriend and the joy of right-side-chick and her drunk
female companion who whipped out her phone.

Alec returned with an unbearably cocky grin. "Enjoying the show? Don't ask
me to turn the place into an orgy."

"It's that easy?" Jasper yelled over stronger thumping beats.

Alec shrugged. "I think I got stronger. Maybe relying on the bangle kept me
lacking confidence."

Back at the bar, the two men sheepishly parted, the left one aggressively
pulled away by his girlfriend, the right one collecting high fives.

"You? Lacking confidence? Fuck off, hehe."

The slightly bigger of the two hunks looked around. "Where's Sammy?"

Jasper chuckled and vaguely danced in the direction he had last seen their
friend. "What now? Is he your personal slave whenever you feel like it?"

Alec's grin got cockier as his shook his hips. "Something like that. Why
not? He likes it."


==========+++++==========


Having surrendered much of his power, a calm phantom roamed the corridors
of the hotel, watchful but gentle.

Orion was no longer truly alive and there was self-abnegation in that
understanding, but he would keep his distant descendants company even in
reduced form.

He began his sweep in the grand suite where Alec Reyes was pulling his
thick dick out of Sammy's ass, ready to have it swallowed by Shadow's eager
throat.

The two mirrored Mondragon boys serviced the siren voluntarily but the
thrill of irresistible orders was part of the game they had agreed to play.

Alec pushed Shadow onto his back and sat on the slim young man's face.

"Rim, little bitch," the dark skinned hunk growled and Shadow held onto the
ripped thighs as he tongued the hole.

Meanwhile Alec pulled the arching Sammy closer again and slid his dick back
into the wet hole. His hands clapped down hard on the bottom's ass
cheeks. "Ride it, slut."

"Urgnnn, yes sir, please sir."

Sammy moaned with high pitch as he drove himself down on the shaft. Alec
grabbed the boy's neck and pulled him in to make Sammy's head rest on his
pecs.

The boy reached underneath his own bouncing boner and rubbed his
duplicate's dickhead, making Shadow writhe.

Alec pried Sammy's mouth open with four fingers and spat. "Ugh, I'm
gonna... unload in your ass, cockwhore."

"Please sir."

Alec kept still as Sammy's hole rubbed him to orgasm. The Raven-relative's
face grew strained, then serene, while his hands stayed on the bottom's
neck and nipples.

After a minute of milking Alec, the trio fell apart.

"May we jerk off, sir?"

Alec grinned. "I'll fuck you again later, so no, save it."

Shadow was sent to get the hunk a beer, while Sammy began cuddling up to
the top. Soon the trio was snuggling, with Alec's arms behind his head, the
`twins' framing him, playing with his pecs.

"Question," Alec said after his last sip. "If Sammy gets a piercing it
wouldn't duplicate for Shadow, but he'd still have the puncture to put in
it, right?"

"I suppose," Shadow said, "we'd have to try. Why?"

"You could get a nose ring, like mine. Or something else."

"Wasn't planning to," Sammy said.

Alec grinned. "What if I order you to with the Voice?"

"Fuck. I guess that would be... exciting."


==========+++++==========


Orion moved on, slipping through the walls of the suite until he hit the
oak room.

The bedsheets were ruffled but the bed was empty. Two small, empty flasks
stood on the nightstand. Jasper had labeled them `Mettle of Fire' and
`Dreams of Velvet'.

Two men were on the sofa, sweat-shining and out of breath.

Corry was sitting on Gus who hammered into the smaller man from below.

"Fucking hell, boss," Corry said with a loopy smile. "How long have we been
going?"

"No idea," Gus said, repositioning himself to drive up with more
tempo. "Starting to think that `potion' was just actual drugs or some
shit. Fuck, it's our own fault. He told me to go to the *gym* once I'm
feeling my endurance rise."

Corry chuckled through the groans, his voice unsteady from the pounding. "I
was supposed to relax. Well I guess I am. All thanks to you, sir."

Gus gripped onto Corry's thighs. "Nah. It's all *your* fault for having
such a perfect ass."

Corry whimpered, still smiling dumbly. "Wha- what do we tell Jasper. Do we
stop and you got to the gym?"

"Why? Do you need a break?"

The bottom flexed his body rhythmically. "Not really. I'm kind of falling
apart, but in a good way? I'm definitely feeling the `velvet' effect."

Gus pulled Corry in by the jaw. "You think too much."

Their lips met and Gus' desperate humping turned sensual once again. There
was no end in sight.

Orion drifted away and bounced against an impenetrable barrier. He was not
welcome in the nocturnal lady's room and though he was curious about her
dealings, he was not going to spend his influence to disrespect the wishes
of someone Mordecai trusted, however vampiric in nature.

He entered the corridor, turned around the corner, whisked past the
currently empty red and blue rooms.

The lobby was unmanned but that `uninitiated' ginger intern was wiping the
shelves, ready in case a visitor showed up.

Orion entered the south wing. Cecilia was absent, stuck elsewhere in time
and space. Mordecai was now more confident he could find a solution to her
condition and Orion suspected his reinvigorated ancestor was correct.


==========+++++==========


The resort's new `finance and estate manager', certified prettyboy Leo
Hall, had started to look for a place nearby, but the town of Raven's
Hollow had no vacancies and an apartment in Portland wasn't trivial to
find.

The white room with its shiny damask seemed bright even in the meager light
of the two sconces by the bed.

The British kid was naked, with a semi-hardon cupped between his kneeling
legs and his head between Kamron's thighs.

Staff uniform piled on the bed, Kamron leaned back and wrung every drop of
enjoyment from Leo's mouth sliding onto his shaft.

"Ughhh yes," Kamron made. "Can't say this is a stressful job but I could
stand to finish more shifts like this, haha."

Leo used one hand to jerk Kamron's dick and licked his way to the head
before pulling away. "Yeah? We could make it a regular thing."

"Haha, as if we haven't fucked every other day so far. I mean, I was
commandeered to help you outfuck the effect of that potion. Everyone
already knows what a slut you are, hehe."

"Hey," Leo said with mock outrage. "I wasn't myself."

Kamron grabbed the boy's jaw. "Are you yourself now, slut?"

"F-fuck, yes."

"Get on the bed."

Leo followed crawlingly and kept sucking dick while Kamron, kneeling on the
mattress, leaned over him and lubed open the hole between the pale cheeks.

"Damn," Kamron said. "I hope you get a place nearby, cause if you work from
home my balls will explode everyday you're not around."

Leo pulled away but kept his lips on the shaft. "Hehe, that's the most
romantic thing you've ever said to me."

"I'm sure the Ravens'll let you stay till the room is direly needed, so
let's use the time."

Leo pulled away and met his top's eyes. "Cou-could we move in together? I
mean, a-as, like, roommates or something." He seemed to regret his
words. "I mean, you live nearby, I think, so I just figured, but it was a
random idea, never mind."

It was Kamron's turn to be shy. "I... live with my parents. I've got a tiny
room that hasn't been updated since I was fifteen."

"Oh, is that why you sleep in the staff room sometime?"

"Do we have to talk about this now?"

With renewed confidence, Leo spread his arms. "Take me then, stud."

Kamron shoved Leo's face into the sheets, leaving the ass up high. The top
buried his face in the bottom's glutes and licked until Leo whimpered.

"We-" Leo started. "We could look for a place togeth-"

"I said no talking," Kamron growled, pushed Leo's face down again and lined
up his dick. "But... maybe. Now shut it."

The top pushed his dickhead in, held still until he got the okay, then
followed up. Starting with slow, smooth thrusts, Kamron fucked the boy
open.

Leo was jerking himself off underneath and wined into the bed. "Ung,
fuuuck. You're so good, Kam. Oh fuck."

"Huh? Getting close already?"

"No," Leo said, took his hand off his dick and twisted to look up. "I can
keep going. Go harder."

"Good, cause you promised to top later."

"Wouldn't want to miss it for the world. Put my prostate into overdrive
like that for an hour and I'll turn your hole into a cream cannon, hehe."

Kamron shook his head in amazement. "Boy, you've been an endurance test
from the get go. But you're so worth it."

Orion did not wait around until they switched roles. If he was quick with
his rounds, he'd probably find Kamron a whimpering, pillow-biting bottom
during his next sweep.


==========+++++==========


The Cedar Room in the corner of the manor looked the most lived-in, with
Lazaro's many, many tomes spread over the piles of Phoenix' clothing,
hastily strewn whenever available after they had `moved in together' within
the hotel.

The room was empty but the sound of fucking came from an open door.

The athletic historian was getting his ass hammered in the shower by the
much bigger African bodybuilder. Water sprayed onto the meeting hips and
dispersed across the tiles and shower glass wall.

Lazaro's fingers were on Phoenix' nipples, the bottom's face grimacing
under the intensity of the sensation in his guts.

Despite the animalistic absorption, the ancient vagabond noticed the
presence. There was no eye to meet, but Lazaro did throw a glance right at
where Orion was `standing'.

The African smirked and returned his attention to Phoenix who incoherently
begged for more cock with a trembling voice.

It came as a surprise that they didn't have sex in the gym shower after
their workouts anymore, retreating to their room out of decency. Maybe
other gym-goers had caught them too many times. Orion couldn't imagine one
of the Raven's current guests objecting to the sight. One of Jasper's
clients maybe.

Speaking of which. Orion dipped down into the annex.


==========+++++==========


"You know," Jasper said with a chuckle, "I *should* actually massage you
properly at some point."

Hunter acknowledged the idea with a grunt and kept humping.

Jasper rested his head on his forearms and looked at the mirror on the side
of the studio, where their oil-glistening bodies were reflected. His dark
one on the table, Hunter's pale one on top.

The beefy wrestler smacked his hips into the man underneath with thrusts
that made use of the whole length of his dick, sending shivers into Jasper
that made the masseur flex his body in an involuntary wave. Hunter's own
ass crack was still slick with lube, undoubtedly from his own anal
experience just earlier.

An alarm rang on the side table.

Jasper reached over to silence his phone. "Fuck, it's been that long? I've
got another client showing up in ten minutes. You better finish up, big
boy."

"Yes sir, will do."

Hunter stepped off the table but remained inside the ass, pulling Jasper's
legs down with him.

"That client," Hunter said. "Someone I know? Teammate?"

"New guy. Not in college," Jasper said. "Why? Jealous, kiddo?"

"Depends," Hunter said. "Are you gonna practice this `relaxation technique'
with him, too?"

"Depends," Jasper mocked. "Are you making sure I won't be left wanting
more?"

"Oh yes, sir. Absolutely."

Now leaning over the table, the wrestler rammed into Jasper with savage
brutality, hands on the bottom's shoulders. They looked right at the mirror
and, via that, into each other's faces.

Their muscles flexed from the force it took to fuck this hard.

"Fu-u-u-u-u-u-ck," Jasper yelled with vibration in his voice, "my-y-y
a-a-a-ss."

Hunter grabbed his jockstrap of the nearby chair and shoved it into
Jasper's mouth. "Wanna see you have other `clients' now, hehe."

Jasper's erection, pointing down as it pressed against the edge of the
table, shot strings of cum down the brown, muscular thighs as his eyes
rolled back into his head.

Hunter pulled out and left Jasper squirting cum from his hole.

The client clapped his hands once, made `Hwoooo', and stretched his arms
like after an athletic feat. He patted the bottom's back with a wide
grin. "Good job, teammate. Hit the showers, hehe."

Jasper flashed a middle finger via the mirror and slowly rose, keeping his
ass arched out, too sore to fully close his legs.

"Fuck, that was amazing. Date on Saturday?"

Hunter shook his head. "Sorry, can't. I got a match on Monday and I don't
cum at least three days before matches."

"On a Monday?"

"Just a friendly thing but I take every match seriously."

Their banter lasted until they were both dressed again. They kissed
goodbye, almost shyly, and Jasper poured himself a cup of chamomile tea to
wind down before the next guy showed up.

Orion waited alongside his descendant. He had nowhere else to be. The heir
would one day learn to sense his presence without having to fall asleep, if
he bothered to practice.

The new client was just Jasper's type and it took barely twenty minutes
until `VB' dripped into the oil. Jasper had been left wanting more after
all.

If Orion had learned one thing in his four centuries of tortured, corrupted
dream-wandering, it was simple – the more things changed, the more they
stayed the same.

Again he roamed the halls that rippled and swelled with Laqueta's voice
emanating from Mordecai's chamber even after the old man had stopped
playing her works.

Orion stretched himself through the corridors and chambers of Raven Manor
as the structure rested on its foundations like it hadn't in decades, calm
with life and joy and Voice and magic.

The house itself had come home. And he was glad to keep watch over it.


=== THE END ===


Author's Note:

Here's where we say goodbye to Raven's Hollow. I hope you enjoyed the
location, characters and events as much I did when I made them up.

In many ways, Raven's Hollow is an homage to an erotic story from a long
since deleted website in 2007 that stuck with me all these years until I
felt confident in turning the bits and pieces lingering in my memory into
something of my own.

But enough about me. I'd like hearing *your* thoughts. If you made it this
far, you've got to have some.

Hit me up at abracadabra923@yahoo.com