Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 03:58:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Nathan Bradshaw Subject: The Angel's Shadow Part 9 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! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm not a bigot, Julian. Or a closet racist," we had been laying tangled together, spent and sticky with his cum trickling out of my ass around his dick for about ten minutes before he spoke. He looked at me differently. He wasn't sad, not exactly. "I just want you to know that. I'm not a racist." "I did call you that, didn't I?" I laughed, and so did he. There had been tension that I didn't know was there but it was gone. We were what some people would call "us". I liked the way he laughed. He didn't seem as nervous. "But you are a witch." "So are you," when I didn't respond right away he tensed up and pulled away from me. "Right? You are a witch?" "If I tell you the truth, will you keep it between us?" he nodded his head but he was afraid; afraid that I would say I was a witch hunter. Afraid that he was about to die. "I'm the Supreme." he relaxed, but not completely; he knew I was still a threat to him. "You're not going to kill me are you?" he asked. "No. But if I did, I could always just bring you back to life," I was joking of course but he didn't find it funny- there was a stigma about Supremes that made other witches cautious around them. Some had a nasty little habit of killing witches who they thought would be their replacement. I would know, because my predecessor attempted to do it to me. "I'm serious, Harry. I wouldn't hurt you. I don't want to be a Supreme like all the others. I want to be different. I want to change things. I want to create a more unified community among witches. Make it a little harder for witch hunters to pick us off." He was quiet for a while, so I decided to be. I realized he didn't talk much which was welcomed; there was always so much happening around me, I rarely had the chance to just be. I noticed the other bed in the room, that it didn't have any sheets on it. It seemed like his was the only stuff in there, and he was far from neat. "Were you drinking to give yourself courage?" I asked him. He hesitated. "Honestly?" "Honestly." "I was drinking because I got into a fight with my girlfriend," I didn't look at him. "Oh," girlfriend. His girlfriend. "I can do the project myself, Harry. You don't have to worry about it." "Julian. I can't- we are- I'm not-" "You're not what, Harry? Nevermind, it doesn't matter. I'll tell the professor we worked together on it. We'll get an A," I got up and suddenly hated how messy he was because I couldn't find my clothes to make a hasty exit. "Don't you dare go," he didn't get up- he didn't even reach for me, but the tone of his voice made me stop, briefly. I turned to him. His eyes were stern and he was still propped against the door, but honestly he couldn't stop me if he tried. So why didn't I just go? "Don't leave me here Julian, not like that. This thing- I have urges, Julian. I like you. But I'm not like you, Julian. I can't just do whatever I want. Be whoever I want." "So what do you want?" I asked, because I wanted him to at least say that much. "I want you," those blue eyes of his were gazing up at me as sad and needy as ever and I wanted to walk away, but I could tell he meant it. "But I can't have you. But I can't not have you either." "So what you're saying is, you want me but in secret. You want to keep being with your girlfriend out in the open, but be with me behind closed doors," it definitely wasn't ideal, but it was honest. It was what you did. "If I say yes, will you leave?" he asked. I walked over to him and dropped down on the floor. I spread his muscular thighs open and watched his thick dick flop to one side. I grabbed it in my hand and smiled. "I'm not exactly in the mood to leave," I told him. I took his dick into my mouth and I could taste it. My ass. His cum. Sweat. He gasped and immediately grabbed my head and shoved it down to his balls. The scent of his man sweat clung to his hairy crotch and I breathed in as deep as I could, fighting the urge to gag as he held my head on his now rapidly hardening dick. My throat squeezed around his dick- how big was he?- and I could feel the spit drooling out of my mouth and soaking his blonde bush. He was fucking my throat now, hard and fast. Slamming my head into his crotch and thrusting his hips so he would meet me and I loved it. He was strong and didn't care that I was choking- or maybe he liked it. He clearly liked it when I choked him. I felt his dick swell and he pushed me off of him and onto my back. He started jerking his dick rapidly as he climbed over me and straddled my head. He was grunting like an animal and rocking back and forth before he exploded. Every drop of his cum coated my face, hot and sticky, thick and fragrant. I reached my hand up to wipe some from my eye but he stopped me; he pinned my hands above my head and licked the cum out of my eye and fed it to me. I opened my mouth to taste him...it was electrifying. I moaned for more and he gave it to me. He licked all the cum off of my face and dribbled it in my mouth. Then he kissed me and I could taste it mixed in with his spit. He started grinding himself into me, skin to skin and swapped his cum between us. He didn't really stop kissing me when he spoke. "Don't you ever leave me. We belong to each other now." As he went on and on about Julian, I quickly realized honesty wasn't the best policy. If he was going to trust me, I knew that I had to be, but then it's not like I could just say 'Yeah I know your boyfriend. Yeah I know he's a killer. I've been following him for a year because I'm a witch hunter and I hope to be able to find away to kill him because that's my job.' Or at least I didn't think I could. Why was this so hard? Why did I even try and talk to him? Noland wasn't stupid, or at least I don't think he was. "Are you listening Dylan?" and then I realized I'd been staring at him the entire time he was talking and hand't heard a word. Some spy I was. "Sorry it's just a lot. I didn't expect you to be so open about all this," I said quickly, hoping he would buy it. I was trying to remember all the stuff I'd learned about observation in training, how you can pick up on the little signals people give. "Oh. I'm sorry if I said too much. I just don't have anyone to talk to," Noland apologized, reaching for his doughnut. Vanilla frosted with sprinkles. The place he'd taken them to was like a hole in the wall version of Starbucks, but the sweets were way better. "It's not like I can talk to anyone, right? I mean witches and stuff are like secret. It's not like I can call my mom and tell her I'm dating a witch. Or that I'm dating a boy." "You mean she doesn't know?" I asked pouncing on what was the most interesting thing he'd said. "You're not...out?" He looked down at his hands. "I haven't really had the time. I've been so busy with school, and Julian..." "You've been too busy to come out?" It sounded weird to me. I didn't think that was something you scheduled. "That doesn't really sound...possible." "Look, you don't get to judge me ok? It's not an easy thing to do. I've lived my entire life being one person, being careful. I only just started dating a guy." "And you chose Julian? He's like the most famous witch in the country. Everyone knows who he is. Everyone," I guess infamous would be a better word. I thought I'd lightened the situation; I was wrong. "Seriously? Like I knew what a witch was when I met him," yeah he was angry; that much was clear. "I didn't plan on meeting him. He chose me. He seduced me. He.... he used magic on me or else I would have never even spoken to him." "I'm sorry Noland I was just making a joke. Or I was trying to," maybe I should try a little honesty. Could I? I'd never said this to anyone. "I'm...I do get it. I'm not judging you. I couldn't. I'm... I'm like you. Well I'm not like you but-" "You're gay?" he asked, and I was relieved for a second that he hadn't just assumed, or that it wasn't obvious. It meant I was good at acting straight. "I never told anyone. I...can't," I admitted. Because I couldn't, and now I was ashamed. I should have just let him talk. "I thought witches were just all out and proud," Noland said. "The way Julian acts, The way he just is and doesn't care what anyone thinks." "Well they're not all gay," I said, "And no one has such acceptance throughout their whole community. Not even witches," and definitely not witch hunters. "Julian's confidence comes from his reputation. Everyone knows you don't cross Julian- he's made that clear over the years. No one would dare say anything about his sexuality. He uses fear to inspire tolerance." "Fear," Noland seemed to be the kind of guy who liked to think about words, like they were individuals. "Are you afraid of him?" I had no idea what to say. No? that was my first response. Yes was the truth. Who wants to admit that they're afraid of someone? especially to a guy you've just met. "I'm careful when it comes to Julian," I said, thinking hard about how to say terrified without seeming like a coward. "He's dangerous, like all witches- more than any witch I've ever heard of." "You're not a witch, are you?" Clearly, Noland was a lot smarter than me. "Umm... no. I'm not," I admitted, since I wasn't a good enough liar to fool him. "How did you know?" "The way you talk. You don't talk about Julian or witches as if you were one of them, but like you know them. Like you might be...jealous," Noland said. "Do you want to get out of here?" I asked him. Jealous... "Where to?" "I'm going to show you what I am," and maybe save your life. "Trust me it's a pretty cool place. Kind of old fashioned, but the past isn't all that bad I guess." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A short one this time, but more to come! Blow up my inbox if you want to read more, I love hearing from you guys!