Feature Writer: GentleButFirm
Feature Title: Lisseth and The Bargain
Published: 17.08.2003 / Copyright© 2003 by GentleButFirm
Story Codes: Ma/Fa, Consensual, Magic, Heterosexual, Interracial
Synopsis: Satanic, in a word, but not in the normal sense. a quote might help. “You think so? You have any idea how hard it is to read Aramaic?” Oh, and ‘virulence’ was a typo, but I left it. You’ll see. Have fun. Then tell me.
Lisseth and The Bargain
Directly in front of her was a carefully drawn five pointed star in white chalk. Candles were poised at the points of the star, the flames still and constant in the breezeless basement.
She spoke slowly but clearly, alien words from a large ancient book open in her steady hands; the cold causing goosebumps to appear on her entire body. She didn’t notice.
The mesmeric reading abruptly stopped, and a palpable silence took charge. Suddenly the candles began to flicker; an unnatural wind blowing all of the flames anti-clockwise, the points of light stretching like live things, reaching across to their neighbours in defiance of normal physics.
As she closed the book, and placed it carefully in the now swirling pentagram, all five candles exploded in unison, a brilliant flash of unlikely white light, and in the dimness of the remaining candles flickering from the rough walls, the wax dissolved in quivering pools, and as she watched in silence, not a breath from her open mouth, the former candles flowed slowly toward one another, thin brittle lines of hardening wax, gradually forming a perfect pentagon, white and smooth on the rough stone.
The wind stopped as the wax lines met, and the remaining candles were extinguished. The utter darkness of the basement didn’t last long though, as the pentagram began to glow a dim red, and the room became suddenly hot.
She sat motionless, her knees nearly touching the glowing points, sweat building on her skin as the center of the pentagram became uncertain; indistinct; as though the she were viewing it from a badly focused camera.
From the vague center of the pentagram, it looked as though something was moving, rising from the stone, taking form in the misty nothingness. And the form hardened, took on some reality, became recognizable as a body; a young body; male; handsome. No, beautiful. The mist cleared and the wall candles reignited, and suddenly he stood there before her, tall and muscled, dark and strong, the very essence of masculinity, virulence, sex.
As he turned to face her, his physical build was apparent. His chest was a wall of muscle, his strong face framed by his short dark hair, his slightly pointy ears. Further down, her eyes became glued to his manhood. A large, thick phallus, veined and perfect, flaccid but still firm, surrounded by tight curly dark hair, testicles hanging low and large from his thick strong legs. Completely fat-less, poised though standing upright. Ready.
She stood, her slim body a vision in itself. She was unable to match his impressive height, but her firm legs held a strong body, her pale thatch little contrast to her white skin, firm breasts thrusting from her chest, a serious face under long blonde hair. Her whiteness was a studied contrast to his dark skin, hair, eyes.
His voice began the exchange, smooth, dark, deep with the certainty of arrogance.
“Well, that took you long enough.”
“You think so? You have any idea how hard it is to read Aramaic?”
“I wrote that book Missy. Don’t get snippy with me.”
“Hold on. I know the rules. You are the one under command here, you know.”
“Am I just? How much do you know then?”
“Oh, enough. I know you can’t leave that pentagram unless I permit it. I have to welcome you to my home before you can move an inch. You have to keep your word if you give it. You need to…”
“Okay, okay. That’s enough. Alright then, what do you want?”
“Want?”
“You want something. Why else summon me?”
“I just want you to find something for me.”
“You couldn’t just call the police?”
“No, it’s not something that’s lost. Just let me tell this my way. It’s taken me eleven months to get the ritual right. You can just wait and listen.”
“How about I admit I’m trapped then. You think you could pick up the pace a little?”
“Alright, alright. Just be quiet. I’ve read up on this. You’ll try to trick me if you can. I’m not going to let that happen.”
“You think not? I’m much smarter than you are girl. Much.”
“Lisseth. My name is Lisseth. What should I call you, anyway?”
“It matters not. You are of no importance. Tell me what you want.”
“It’s a little… personal.”
“Oh, now it becomes interesting. Just tell me Lisseth.”
“Alright, I’ll just tell you straight. I want a man. I want you to get me a man that will love my body. Not me. Just my body. I want him to treat it, adore it, embrace it. I want him to fuck me. Hard, long, deep. I want him in me, on me, above, below, around me. I want him to make me come so much I can’t take any more. I want a total release. I want the impossible.”
“It’s always the same. Used to be that I could supply large sums of money, and people would be happy. Or bigger breasts for the wife. A new car. You should have been around when that bastard Son of God walked the Earth. Happy for good teeth they were.”
“I’m not interested in that. You going to do it, or not?”
“It’s not that simple. If you’d bothered to read the rest of the book you’d have known.”
“What do you mean?”
“You are asking for something that doesn’t exist. Men are incapable of such acts. Humans are feeble.”
“You won’t do it then?”
“Can’t.”
“So I leave you here?”
“Perhaps not. I have a suggestion.”
“Oh yes. I’ve heard of those. I’ve no time for your deceit.”
“No need for deceit this time. I can solve your problem.”
“You can?”
“I can. Well, sort of. You just need to amend the request slightly.”
“How slightly?”
“Very. You specified a man.”
“A man? Yes, I did. I’m not interested in the attentions of a woman.”
“No, that’s not it. You need something not human.”
“A machine? You want me to fuck some elaborate vibrator? I think not.”
“No, no. Me.”
“You?”
“Yes, me. I have the equipment, as you can see. I know how to use it. I have the required stamina, strength, ability.”
“You think I want to lay down with a devil?”
“The Devil, if you don’t mind. You’ve not summoned some flunky.”
“You are Beelzebub? Satan?”
“You doubt it? I’ve had enough of your games. Do you accept my offer?”
“Shit, I must have overdone the chanting. I meant just to call a minor beast. You’re really the King of the Underworld?”
“How about you call me Belial?”
“Belial? The Evil One? Alright. I guess.”
“And then accept my proposal.”
“Hold on. How do I know you can do it?”
“Do what?”
“Complete my request.”
“Oh, I can do it. Observe.”
“Shit. How did you do that?”
“Elementary magic. I willed it erect, and so it was. Not bad, is it?”
“Impressive Belial. But let me think a moment. You promise not to hurt me?”
“Unless you want me to.”
“You promise to provide the services we discussed?”
“And more, Lisseth. And more…”
“Okay then. How about a little side bet then?”
“Side bet? You dare to be frivolous with your mortal soul?”
“I don’t think you’re up to it. I’m very horny. What if you can’t satisfy me?”
“Impossible.”
“You might not be good enough.”
“Oh, I am. You’ll be sorry you asked.”
“Alright then. One of us will have to stop sometime. If you stop first, then I’m free to go?”
“You think you have more stamina than the Prince of the Devils? You mock me at your peril.”
“Well then Belial?”
“Agreed. And when you tire first, and beg me to stop, I own your soul. I own you, Lisseth.”
“If, not when. Agreed.”
“And yet I stand here in this accursed five-point.”
“Sorry. You are free to enter my home.”
“Thank you Lisseth. You will live long enough to regret it.”
He stepped lightly from the center of the pentagram and lifted his hand slightly. All of the candles around the walls burst to life, and the glow from the floor stopped. The temperature of the stone returned to its normal cold state, and Belial beckoned for Lisseth to precede him up the narrow stairs. Half way up the stairs, the devil put his hands on her hips, and pulled her toward him.
“You waste time Lisseth. The first round begins. A quickie, as you humans so quaintly put it.”
Lisseth felt the stress and strain flow from her, and she gave in to the pressure, her hands falling to the steps, her feet slightly apart. As he moved a little closer, she felt his hands move to her breasts, his fingers providing exactly the right pressure, speed, motion. She suddenly needed him more than she could have imagined. Pressing her bare buttocks against him, she voicelessly beckoned him, and he took the hint. Suddenly she felt the weight of his phallus against her, sliding between her legs and to the mouth of her now dripping heat.
Spreading her knees a little, she encouraged his entry. As he slowly pushed between her labia, she felt the size of his penis, stretching her valley with a pleasant pressure, the moisture preventing any pain, and he continued until her was deep within her.
As his hands kept up the stimulation of her nipples, and her hands steadied them both on the steps, Belial began to stir within her. Slowly at first, and then moving with more speed, and sliding almost completely out of her before thrusting recklessly back. Lisseth matched his thrusts, and the fire began to grow within her. Much more quickly than usual, she felt herself on the verge of orgasm. As his thrusts continued regardless, Lisseth’s body stiffened beneath him, her vagina clenching tightly around him as her body shook with the release, and she screamed loudly with pleasure.
“Quiet girl. It is but a beginning.”
“Hell of a way to start”, she stammered at him, totally unaware of the irony of the statement.
Though her mind was taking little notice at this point, her body was aware of the continued thrust of him inside her. She began again to meet his pressure with hers, her vagina still clenching sporadically from the previous stimulus. As he pulled her toward him again and again, she could feel the heat rising again from within her, and suddenly she came again, a deep strong contraction of pleasure, a clamp of her entire body beneath his, a powerless shuddering orgasm, an escape from the pressure.
This time she was unable to speak afterward, half collapsing on the stairs, sated for the moment, her whole body hanging from the invading hardness. But Belial continued to pump within her, his manhood hard as stone, slippery with her fluids, rigid with need. And her body rejoined the dance, her clitoris again hungry for what it could get, and she moved against him. Bending forward slightly, she could get more contact where she needed it, and could push hard against him, his body deep inside her, his large loaded testicles pressing against her sweaty buttocks.
And still his steady movements continued. In moments of lucidity, Lisseth was aware of a developing urgency in his grind, an increase in need. As her body unwillingly took on the challenge, she could feel a stiffening of the weight of his fingers on her breasts. Slowly straightening her body, she altered the angle of his entry, pressure now on the back of her vagina as he continued to thrust. Slowly his hands moved down past her stomach, and through the thatch at her thighs, and as his fingertips gently caressed her almost painful clitoris, soaking and slippery, she reached behind her back to his buttocks, and pulled him none-to-gently to her. She could tell now how close he was, and she dragged her fingernails outward across his buttocks, just as his penis slammed against her cervix, and a fingertip dragged perfectly across her pleasure button.
That was the final straw for both of them. As his testicles released their hot load, and pumped them through the center of his impaling rod, her clitoris exploded in a spasm unlike any she had felt before. Hot demon semen slammed against her cervix, the heat adding a ripple of tension to the rapid contractions of her vagina, and they collapsed on the steps, woman and devil, replete, relieved, released.
Eventually Lisseth turned over, and pulled the sweat covered Belial to her, needing to see his face.
“I suppose you won.”
“I did?”
“I can’t take any more of that Belial. And we never even got out of the basement.”
“I guess I did then.”
“Then my soul is yours. Bastard. But I think perhaps it was worth it.”
“I want it not. Keep it.”
“You don’t want my soul?”
“No. I want your body. Regularly.”
“Oh, and I yours.”
“Shall we alter the terms of our agreement?”
“You promise to come back?”
“Often.”
“Consider it changed.”
“Then I must go.”
“You must?”
“I must. But tomorrow. You will be available?”
“I will now. Will I need to call you again?”
“No. You invited me once. I can appear without a summons now.”
“Then do.”
“I shall.”
And the Prince of devils, exhausted but happy, disappeared, in the traditional cloud of egg-smelling smoke. Lisseth crawled up the stairs, and limped to her bed. She was going to need some sleep before he came back.
THE END