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Feature Title: CARNAL AWAKENING
Published: 26.12.2016
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: A witch resurrects her dead lover for one purpose
Carnal Awakening
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale light over the rows of graves. Sonia walked along; she had been here several days before, watching stoically as the coffin holding her lover’s body had been lowered six feet under.
If I had only been with him…
She had been at their apartment, cooking a delicious dinner, when she had received the fateful phone call.
Brett had been on his way back from work, having stayed late. A driver boasting the horrific combination of impatience and inattentiveness had ran a red light and hit him.
If only I had been there…
He had died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
If I had been there I could have…
She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. They had plagued her as soon as she had learned of Brett’s fate, and had spent so much time imagining scenarios in which she had been with him, able to use magic to stop the car or bring him back from the brink.
But no matter the scenario, the reality was that she had not been there, and Brett was dead.
And no matter how much she told herself that they were useless, the thoughts would always return.
The weather had changed to match her own sorrow, having rained intermittently throughout the past several days. The grass between graves was still slick with wetness.
She reached his grave.
Brett’s family had chosen a simple headstone, inscribed with the usual details.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand in a simple gesture.
Shovelfuls of dirt flew off the grave, making mounds on either side of it, until the coffin was visible.
With another gesture, the coffin rose from its place, and tilted upwards.
A third gesture, and the lid swung open.
Tears threatened to spill at the sight before her.
He looks so peaceful.
Sonia took a deep breath, moving her hand to intercept one tear that had dared to fall. At the funeral, she had placed his body into a stasis, to ward off any decomposition that might happen in the intervening days. It had been for her own benefit; while she could have easily reversed the effects, it would have been a painful sight to see his body succumbing to the ravages of death.
The night was quiet, but Sonia cast furtive glances around. Nobody knew her plan, but she had heard enough stories about witches being punished for breaking the rules to not be extra aware of her surroundings.
What she had come to do was forbidden among all practitioners of magic, as decreed by the Council of Vienna in 1449. Any person engaging in such a practice would be forcibly depowered and imprisoned.
But the love that Sonia knew for Brett was profound. Such a punishment seemed meager for what the reward could be.
She had though it over, and it had been an easy decision. Nobody would know what she had done, and she would return Brett to death at the end of their rendezvous.
The first part of her plan involved repairing his broken and battered body. The mortician had done an admirable job making him presentable for the wake and funeral, but there was still extensive damage within. It was an easy task for any witch to heal such wounds, but she was battling tears, imagining his last moments, again cursing herself for not having been there. The repairs took several minutes, as she located the points of damage, stitching muscle and tendon back together, resetting bone into place. She did her absolute best to focus, knowing that a single slip-up could mean great pain for him once resurrected.
After she was satisfied with the repairs, she set onto the next and most integral part of her plan.
Her hands rose, and began to move, weaving intricate patterns through the air. The leaves on nearby trees rustled, the grass beneath her swaying gently, as if disturbed by some invisible force. Her hands continued to move, a reddish flow suffusing the space between them.
And then the red began to push forward, until it met the dead body before her. Sonia held her breath as it seeped into it, disappearing in seconds.
A deep, rattling breath spilled from his lungs.
One moment later, and his eyes flew open, the blue there so familiar.
It took him several moments to notice her standing there. It took him several more before he stepped forward, climbing out of his coffin.
“Sonia,” he rasped, confusion replacing the pain in his eyes.
“Brett,” she answered, walking forward to pull him into a strong embrace.
Her lips found his, and although they tasted sour, she did not care.
His hands landed on her hips, and he squeezed, making her murmur, pressing herself into him.
“What did you do?” he asked, breaking the kiss to nuzzle at her shoulder.
“I brought you back,” she told him, running her hands through his shaggy brown hair.
“How?”
“Easily.”
He chuckled softly, kissing her again.
“I thought resurrection was impossible.”
She smiled, slightly distracted by his hands running along her body, squeezing at her ass, stroking along her thighs.
“We only say it is to stop people from asking us to do it. But it is forbidden.”
“If it’s forbidden, why did you do it?”
Smiling sadly, tears still threatening to fall, she kissed him again, luxuriating in the simple feel of his lips on hers.
“Because I love you.”
He cocked his head.
“Am I back for good?”
She shook her head.
“No. Only for tonight. They would know I did it, and they would punish the both of us.”
“So then why am I back?”
Sonia opened her mouth, trying to summon the proper words, but her emotions got the better of her.
Small sobs spilled forth; she tugged him closer, wrapping her arms around him. It felt natural and normal.
His hand stroked along her hair.
Wonderful as he was, Brett let her cry, giving her several minutes to weep into his chest.
“Why am I back?” he repeated once she had composed herself, wiping off the tears with her sleeve.
She hesitated.
“I…I never told you this, but I always saw us someday having a family.”
His eyes widened, a small smile appearing across his lips.
“Really?”
She nodded, blushing slightly.
“Kids, a nice house, a dog, all that clichéd crap. I wanted it.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I didn’t want to put pressure on you. I was fine with where we were.”
His smile grew wider.
“So was I, but I also thought we’d have kids someday.”
She looked away, fighting back more tears.
“I brought you back because of that. Because of that image I had in my mind, of our kids, of that life that now we’ll never have.”
He reached out to pull her back into a hug.
“So why am I back?”
She chuckled.
“It’s simple. I want your child. I thought we’d have more time for that to happen, but…we don’t.”
“So you brought me back from the dead so I could knock you up?”
She chuckled.
“When you put it like that it just sounds weird.”
“It does, but if it’s what you want then I’m game.”
“Once we’re done, I’ll send you back.”
He nodded.
“I know.”
“But until then, we have a family to start.”
Stepping back, smiling coquettishly, she began to undo the sash around her waist.
Wanting little between them, Sonia had worn only a black satin robe, concealing her nakedness with the thin garment. Now, with deft hands, the sash was untied, and the robe fell to the grass, pooling around her feet.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, immediately coming forward to pull her back into his arms.
She giggled, kissing him. His hands ran all over her, taking stock of her soft curves, the way her back led down to her ass, how her belly trailed down to her womanhood. The feel of his hands on her made her purr, pressing herself closer to him, kissing him harder.
As they kissed, she used her magic to undress him. His suit jacket was slipped off, the buttons on the shirt underneath unfastened one by one. It quickly went the way of the jacket, abandoned on the grass. An undershirt was left, but only lasted seconds, ripped off of him by her impatient gestures.
His lips moved to her neck, nipping and licking, making her moan as her focus turned to his trousers. Her magic was sloppy, due to her surging lust, but it did the trick, his trousers lying on the ground in moments.
The last bits of clothing were his shoes and socks. Brett took over, extricating himself from the loafers, tugging off his socks.
And then they were both naked. Her hands were just as eager as his, trailing along muscle, cataloguing the skin before her.
“Shouldn’t I be cold?” he asked suddenly, nuzzling into her neck.
“What?”
“It’s dark, but I’m not cold.”
“Magic,” she told him, her shorthand answer for whenever he asked how she did something.
It had always pacified him, and it did now.
“Fair enough,” he muttered.
His lips returned to her neck, where he began to suck at the pale flesh. Sonia gasped, tilting her head to give him better access. As the wet warmth bathed her skin, she focused on the sensation, painfully aware that after tonight she would never feel it again. His teeth came into play, leaving teasing bites here and there, blazing a trail down to her collarbone. She found herself hoping that he would leave a mark.
Maybe I could make it permanent. If I can heal scars then I can imprint bruises forever.
The wet warmth of his mouth reached the tops of her breasts. She shivered, winding her fingers into his hair. Her hands moved to run along his body. One of them found his cock, hard and ready, but it slipped from her grasp as he knelt, his lips bypassing her breasts to slide down her belly, headed for her sex.
She was breathing heavily, hair in disarray, cheeks blushing pink. The calm blue of his eyes stared up at her, full of love and lust.
Just his breath tickling her sex made her coo. Little trickles of her fluid ran down her slit.
He leaned forward, and the soft wetness of his tongue grazed along her slit, making her moan loudly.
More moans followed as he continued to lap at her folds, collecting her errant moisture on his tongue, sighing at the taste. She squirmed, anchoring herself via a tight grip on his hair, her knees already weak after only a handful of seconds.
“God, you taste so good,” he murmured.
Her only answer to that was a soft purr, followed by an excited moan when he returned to the task at hand, savoring her sex, running his tongue up and down, knowing just how to please her, just where to linger, just where to tease. The soft pressure was decadent, a heady pleasure spreading through her nerves, setting them afire.
His hands dimpled her hips as he kept her in place, his grip tightening as he felt her sway, rapidly losing control of her legs as the pleasure mounted.
“Let me lie down,” she gasped after several more seconds, her knees weakening, body shuddering at the feelings spreading through her.
Always a gracious and thoughtful lover, he helped her onto her back, her discarded robe now a blanket upon which to lie. As soon as she felt the cool fabric beneath her, she spread her legs wide, watching as he crawled in between them, grinning at her. She used her elbows to balance her so that she could have a good look at him. His brown hair bobbed as he dove into her sex, licking and lapping, hands gripping at her trembling thighs.
Sonia did her best to focus on each individual sensation, to memorize just how his tongue felt curled against her folds, just how his hands felt on her.
It proved very difficult, as Brett was enthusiastic, supping on her slit like a man possessed. Her orgasm built, pushed higher and higher as his tongue danced around. Every so often it would slide up to tease at her clit, making her gasp and groan. One of his hands moved to squeeze at her breasts, adding to the pleasure. His own groans vibrated into her channel, his delight at her taste very evident.
Satisfied with having tasted her, Brett poked his tongue inside, forcing a whine from her. As it curled around, stimulating the first few inches of her channel, she arched her back, those decadent sensations washing over her. His face was flush against her sex as he slid his tongue deeper, wiggling it incessantly, familiar with her proclivities, with what best worked to drive her wild, with where to send his oral caresses to get the best reactions.
His name became a frequent refrain for her. She had snuck her own hand down to grip tightly at his hair. The hand at her breast squeezed still, teasing the sensitive flesh, tweaking at a turgid nipple or stroking along the mounds. His other hand was holding tightly at her thigh, so tightly that it bordered on pain.
Brett kept up the assault, not giving her any quarter. She wriggled and writhed, moaning loudly, feeling his tongue slide along her walls, the warm wetness stimulating what felt like a million nerves. Each movement drove her pleasure up that much more. By now her juices were flowing freely, dappling her thighs, streaming across his chin and cheeks.
The hand at her breast began to slide back down. She watched it go, replacing it with one of her own, teasing herself.
The destination that he had in mind was the last piece in the orgasmic puzzle.
Just the slightest bit of sensation along her clit had her quivering. The pad of his finger brushed against it again, and then again, Brett working up a quick rhythm, timing the strokes of his tongue to the caresses of his finger. The combination was just what she needed to fall over the edge into ecstasy.
Sonia cried out his name as her pussy clutched at his tongue. It had pulled back, as Brett began to intercept the streams of her nectar, eagerly gorging himself on her cream. All across her body, shivers were erupting, making her unable to do much besides simply lie there and let them come, let the orgasm wash over her.
The afterglow set in quickly, but she had no time to rest.
Brett was kneeling in front of her; the moment his cock came into view, she acted, meeting him halfway to push him onto his back, quickly scrambling atop his lap.
His cock nudged at her still-sensitive folds, making her gasp softly. She had already thrown her hands forward to rest on his chest.
Their eyes locked. Love and lust were in both gazes in equal measure. Holding herself at the very tip of his length, she took several deep breaths, relishing this moment, luxuriating in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her, even in the way he was breathing, his chest rising and falling in a quick but steady pace. Anticipation flowed through her, met with excitement, at what would be the ultimate and final consummation of their love.
“Let’s make a baby,” Brett said.
Sonia dissolved into a fit of giggles, swaying on top of him, thrown off guard.
“That’s what we’re here to do, right?”
She nodded, still laughing, shaking her head in bemusement.
“Way to ruin the moment, idiot.”
He grinned up at her.
“I’ve done worse.”
“True. Now shut up and fuck me.”
He chuckled, hands tightening on her hips.
Together, they moved, him arching up, her driving down, his length sliding inside her confines, going deep, so deep, their sexes meeting at their respective bases.
He canted his head back, letting out a long sigh. All she wanted to do was indulge, freeze this moment in her mind forever. The way his length throbbed inside her, the way he felt underneath her, his warmth and strength giving her an anchor. She reached back to her hair, undoing it from its practical bun, letting it fall down, flowing like a dark river over her heaving breasts. The flash of movement attracted Brett’s attention; his hand slid up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing lovingly at the flesh, rubbing the pad of his finger along the sensitive nipple. Her nails dug into his chest, the better to ride him, the better to slide along his shaft.
“God, I love you so much,” he groaned, watching her bounce and undulate on top of him.
“I love you too,” she cooed, grinding against him every time she took him to the base.
His other hand drifted down, moving from her thigh to her sex.
The next time she took him all the way, his hand alighted to her clit, making her gasp, making her shudder, momentarily distracted by the intense sensations being funneled into her body from that sensitive nub. She rode him harder, the action instinctive, no thought required on her end.
Tendrils of pleasure ran through her. Brett’s hand was insistent at her clit, his cock surging so deliciously in her channel; her juices flowed freely, slicking the both of them. She moaned shamelessly, gazing down at him, riding harder still, loving the way he grunted and groaned, bucking his hips upwards to meet her partway on her downward motion.
All of a sudden, Brett changed tack, grinding his palm gently against her clit. The new stimulation made her swoon, the pleasure thrumming like electricity. Her pussy clutched harder at his length as again she sped up. The constant impacts made her flesh ripple, her ample breasts bouncing; sweat dripped off her brow to splash onto Brett’s chest, his own skin slick with perspiration as well.
Her orgasm loomed as Brett kept up his assault. The combination of sensations was exquisite; it had only been a week or so since the last time she had felt this, but it felt like forever. Soft sighs spilled from her mouth as the delirium arced higher.
It hit its peak seconds later, white-hot ecstasy erupting. The orgasm tore through her, Sonia sobbing with joy as she ground herself onto him, his name relentlessly on her breath.
He grunted, feeling her pussy seize wildly around him, bathing his cock in her cream. The sensation made him buck his hips harder, driving them up into hers with a frenzied pace. Her peak was the finishing touch that drove him towards his own.
“Do it,” she urged, sensing that he was on the precipice, “cum inside me…”
Love and lust blazed in his eyes. His hands had returned to her hips, where they tightened, fixing her on his length, keeping her impaled so perfectly, resting on his lap, awaiting her reward as she came down from her own ecstasy. The way his cock throbbed made her bite her lip, knowing that in seconds she would again be in the grip of orgasm.
The first blast of molten seed joined them in ecstasy. Sonia called out to her lover as her cunt clenched around him, eagerly accepting his potency, more spurts flowing into her channel. It made her shiver with delight, the most intimate reaches of her body suffused with his seed, a life-giving dance taking place. She gazed down at him, swaying unsteadily as the delirium gripped her, as more heated ropes burst out to fill her, soaking her womb with a singular objective. His pleasured growls made her moan, leaning down to press her lips against his, feeling the warmth of his body press into hers as he wound an arm around her to bring her in closer. That proximity helped steady her as they came down together this time, the last few jets splashing out to join the rest.
Their tongues slid together as the afterglow washed over them. He groaned into the kiss, pulling her closer still, his other hand running over her side, trailing gently down her curves.
His lips moved, sliding down to her neck, sucking lovingly. She tilted her head, again wishing that he might leave a mark.
As his cock softened, she slid off him, a cool breeze swishing by her overheated sex. The first strands of his seed were starting to leak out. She rested her head on his shoulder, her breathing still in the process of returning to normal.
“So how did you do it?” he asked after several placid moments.
“Do what?”
“Bring me back?”
“It’s easy,” she told him, snuggling closer, both of them still on top of her discarded robe.
“Really? It’s easy to resurrect someone?”
“Mmm-hmm. That’s one of the reasons why it’s forbidden. If people knew how easy it was to do, they’d ask us to do it all the time.”
“So how did you do it?”
She canted her head to better look him in the eyes.
“I had to kill a puppy.”
“What?!”
“Just kidding,” she teased, laughing as his scandalized expression.
It took him a second to recover, shaking his head in incredulity.
“But if I had to I would,” she continued, still grinning, “I’d definitely kill a puppy to bring you back.”
“That’s the most romantic thing anybody’s ever said to me,” he joked.
She laughed again, kissing his cheek.
“So really though, how did you do it?”
“Well,” she began, “the first step was to mend your body. If I brought you back with the same injuries, you’d die just as quickly as the first time.”
“So you fixed me first?”
She nodded.
“Once you were all mended, it was just a matter of sending some life-force into your body, to bring you back.”
“Life-force?”
“Yeah. Energy. Whatever you want to call it, it’s all around us. Trees, plants, grass, the insects in the grass. I just had to take some, and put it into your body. After that, I just had to bring you back to full health.”
“And how’d you do that?”
“Same thing. Just take some energy from somewhere and put it into you to get you better.”
She grinned at him.
“It’s like when we’d want to go multiple rounds, but you needed a bit of help.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her.
When they broke apart, her hand drifted to his shaft.
“Like now. We’re going to go the full nine innings, plus extras. Got it?”
He nodded.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Her hand rubbed along the softened shaft.
A low red light bloomed in the darkness. His length began to swell, brought swiftly to full erectness by the stolen energy.
Brett was quick to take advantage, pushing her onto her back. She laughed at his enthusiasm, spreading her legs eagerly.
They both sighed when he sunk into her tunnel, spearing her quickly on his full length.
With no thought to subtlety, he began to fuck her, pumping hard. Trickles of his previous load had already begun to leak out, adding extra lubrication. His hands gripped at her thighs, dimpling the flesh, her legs already closed around his waist, keeping him from pulling too far out. He leaned down to her bouncing breasts, sucking a hard nipple into her mouth, making her buck underneath him.
“Yes, Brett, yes, harder, please!”
He grunted at her cry, spurred on to a faster pace, his raging prick pounding into her sodden cunt. All she could do was hold on to him, nails digging into his shoulder as he kept sucking at her breast, the smooth wetness of his tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh.
The robe underneath them quickly became crumpled from their passionate lovemaking, leaving them fucking partly atop the dew-slick grass. They did not care, continuing to move together in this sordid moment. She gasped and groaned, each deep thrust sparking wondrous pleasure. Her heels pressed at the small of his back to better help him drive to her depths, filling her so perfectly with every inch. Their combined fluids made a mess, his spent seed and her creamy nectar mixing to slick along their thighs, joined by the sweat already gracing certain parts of their body.
“You’re incredible,” he gasped, kissing her hard, her resultant groan muffled by his mouth.
Thanks to her magic, anybody walking by his grave would neither see nor hear anything.
So they were able to be loud and frantic, his impassioned thrusts making her cry out again and again. They fucked with a desperation and desire, borne from this being their first night together in a week, and by the knowledge that it would be their last. Both of them wanted to savor the moment, but they were driven into careless lustfulness by the abounding sensations. Brett could not slow down, enamored by the way her pussy clutched at him, by the way she called out his name, by the way she held him close. And as much as she might have wanted him to slow down so that they could extend the moment, she was delirious with delight at how his cock felt inside her, at how he felt so close to her, his warm skin atop hers, his grunts and groans like music to her ears.
His mouth landed again at her breast, lapping eagerly, tasting the sweat glistening atop the bouncing flesh. As she squirmed, bucking her hips up to meet his, his tongue ran along her nipple, gliding above it to caress the swell of her breast. He brought his teeth to bear, nipping playfully, making her again wish for a bruise to remember this moment by. It occurred to her, as he left affectionate bites along her breast, that he might want to leave a mark just as much as she wanted him to. Her fingers wound into his hair, keeping him at her chest, making sure he got his fill.
“Please, don’t stop, fuck, never stop…”
More urgent pleas spilled from her mouth as his hips beat a legato rhythm, driving without pause into her silken pussy. Obviously, she knew that he would not stop until he had spent himself inside her, but the words came anyway. It was more a prayer than a plea, a fervent hope that somehow, the night would not end with her having to return him to death.
The sobering thought was quickly driven from her mind when Brett trapped a nipple between his teeth, pain springing up to swirl with the pleasure. It made her jerk, gnashing her teeth, surprised and floored by the new and strangely wonderful sensation. There was a delicious contrast between the spine-tinglingly good and the spark of agony confusing her nerves.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Brett…”
He grunted an incoherent response around a mouthful of her flesh.
His mouth moved, trailing along her collarbone to again survey the territory that was her neck. Gasping with need, she tilted her head, allowing him access, kissing at his shoulder.
For several minutes, the only sound beyond their labored breathing was the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. His length plunged deep with every thrust, the swollen balls underneath slapping wetly into her taint, leaving it smeared with fluids.
His climax was close again. She could tell from the way his thrusts broke down, becoming more staccato, his grunts and growls becoming more urgent, more animalistic. His mouth was locked at her neck, sucking eagerly at the pale flesh, his fingers digging harder into the skin at her thighs. Her own climax was just as close, their individual ecstasies seemingly tied together.
“Do it, Brett,” she gasped, “cum inside me again, please…”
Another mindless grunt answered her. She wound her arms around his back, wrapped entirely around him, throwing her hips upwards to make sure he reached as deep as possible.
“Do it, please…”
He stilled then, driving into her channel with one powerful thrust. It made her moan, feeling him pause, his hot breath on her neck; she knew it was close, another reward, another gout of seed waiting to fill her womb.
“Please, baby, please…”
Just as before, all she needed to crest that climactic peak was his first burst of semen. It tore through her cunt, streaming towards her womb. More followed, making her call out in orgasmic joy, his own strained cry matching hers. The deluge overwhelmed her, his cock blasting out rope after rope, making sure the amount of semen that had spilled from her during their intense rutting was replenished.
She moaned loudly as she began to grind herself up against his entrenched shaft, the act enthusiastic and instinctive, her cunt clutching every time another rush of seed arced out. They were tapering off, but still potent, still capable of making her buck and writhe, sighing his name as he sucked hungrily at her neck.
As the afterglow settled in, he kept his mouth rooted at her neck. She laid there, eyes fluttering shut, indulging in the moment, in the feeling of all that powerful seed occupying her channel, one destination and objective in mind. His cock was still buried inside her, its presence another sensatory delight.
And then it began to withdraw, in seconds gone, leaving her achingly empty. The cool air brushed again along her sex, soothing it, more trickles of Brett’s load appearing. He flopped down next to her, throwing an arm out to pull her against his side. It was a familiar situation, the two lovers in post-coital bliss, her head on his shoulder, her hand splayed on his chest, his fingers stroking tenderly along her shoulder.
“How do you know it’ll work?” he asked after several quiet moments.
“What do you mean?”
“How do you know you’ll get pregnant?”
She smiled at him, about to answer.
“And don’t say magic,” he interrupted, “I want to know the ins and outs of it.”
“Okay,” she began, “well, you know how I use that potion for birth control?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, what was it called, the Shield of something or other?”
“The Shield of Isabel,” she supplied. “A contraceptive potion.”
“Right.”
“Well, I had to wait a little while for the effects to wear off.”
“Okay.”
“And then I brewed a fertility potion. Hathor’s Blood.”
“Hathor’s Blood?”
“It’s not actually blood, obviously. But it is a powerful potion. Not too hard to make, too.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded.
“One shot-glass worth of it is enough for most women to get pregnant. I drank about a pint of it.”
His eyes widened.
“Wow. Damn.”
“Yeah. What can I say, I want your baby.”
He grinned.
“So you could already be knocked up.”
She nodded.
“Yeah.”
“But we shouldn’t rest on our laurels,” he joked.
“Definitely not,” she teased, reaching down to bring his cock back to full erectness.
He watched as she worked, her hand stroking along the length, feeding vitality into it. It swelled quickly, growing inch after inch under she was teasing the full shaft. Already, a slow trickle of pre-cum was issuing forth, slicking her fingers.
Sonia spent a few moments stroking along his shaft, leaning down to kiss him.
And then Brett moved, taking charge of the situation.
She let him direct her onto her hands and knees. A peek over her shoulder showed Brett eagerly getting into position, taking a firm hold of her hips.
“Fuck me,” she urged, reaching a hand down to stroke along her own sex, feeling his previous loads oozing forth, mixing again with her own ambrosia.
His cock nudged at her slit, brushing past her fingers.
“Fuck me,” she urged again, trembling with anticipation.
With a lustful growl, Brett drove forward, pushing deep into her channel. Thick trickles of spent seed spilled back out, splattering onto the grass.
“Yes,” she breathed, a moment of stillness following Brett’s first thrust.
The lovers paused, relishing this moment of fusion. Sonia gazed back over her shoulder at Brett, seeing the desire reign in his eyes, his teeth gritted as he felt for a third time in quick succession the velvety warmth of her cunt.
And then he began to fuck her, driving deep into her clutching channel, forcing more streams of his own seed back out. Her contribution was to push her hips back at his thrusts, the two of them combining efforts to produce a most pleasurable dance.
“This feels so good,” he growled, fingers tighter on her hips.
Her fists curled into the slick grass to better anchor herself. The long tresses of her hair rolled down over her back, a sable river leading down to the center of their coupling. Their hips slapped together, her ample flesh eagerly taking the impact. He grunted with pleasure, speeding up, intoxicated by the view before him, of his lover on her hands and knees, moaning and gasping as she registered the uptick in pace, as her cunt clutched desirously at his surging shaft.
Brett slid his hands forward, underneath her to grab at her bouncing breasts, using them as temporary handholds and additional leverage.
Her moans increased in volume and lustfulness at the feeling of his hands grasping at her breasts, the skin of his palms rubbing along her nipples. His mouth came into play again, fixing on her upper back, sucking hungrily. The wet and warm sensation trailed along her shoulders, Brett leaving kisses wherever he saw fit. She turned her head somewhat, attracting his attention, and he leaned further forward, their mouths meeting in a heated kiss. Her hand came up from the slick grass to wind into his hair, making sure he could not pull away. Their tongues dueled, battling for supremacy, Brett finally relenting after several long moments to let Sonia slide her tongue into his mouth to briefly taste that familiar territory, before she pulled it back to begin another bout of oral combat. Through their kiss, his hips continued to snap rhythmically forward, smacking against hers, sending his length deep into her clutching channel.
One of his hands moved then, snaking down to tease at her clit. She yelped at the sudden sensation, breaking the kiss, staring directly into his eyes, noticing and loving the little quirk that appeared at the corner of his mouth as his amusement at her reaction shone through. That separation did not last long, as after gathering herself as best as possible given the situation, she kissed him again, her grip still insistent in his hair. Her soft moans were muffled by his mouth as what felt like millions of miniscule fires burned through her nerves due to his finger stroking along the sensitive nub of flesh.
“God, I love you so much,” he groaned, breaking their kiss to trail his mouth along her shoulders again.
Sonia only moaned in response, pushing back harder at him, feeling her climax approaching, helped along by his deft handling. Her free hand moved from his hair to down between her thighs, grasping his hand tightly, making sure it stayed at her clit. He chuckled softly, still leaving light pecks on her shoulders.
“What makes you think I’d stop?” he asked, but she was too caught up in lust to answer, only whimpering as the burn of ecstasy increased all through her body.
“I’m close too,” he grunted, “you got me all worked up tonight.”
Her hips snapped back at his insistently, their hands by now coated with a mixture of fluids. His fingers continued to rub at her clit, the smooth stimulation there offset by the relentless pace that his cock had set in her pussy. The ecstasy swelled yet again to a crescendo inside her.
Seconds later, the orgasmic sparks washed over her, making her cry out his name yet again, her channel seizing around him, making him drive forward, a strained grunt matching her exultant reaction. As she keened with delight, quivering uncontrollably, he gave one last thrust deep into her velvety warmth, pausing there with every inch buried inside her.
The previous orgasm had already begun to recede when his struck.
Once she felt those hot bursts of seed, another orgasm erupted, hot on the heels of its predecessor. She moaned, hanging her head, thighs and arms trembling with exertion. Behind her, he grunted again, enjoying how her pussy gripped at him as he sprayed down her womb with his essence. In her mind’s eye, she imagined how it must look down inside her, a surging sea of swimming sperm racing frenetically towards her eggs, desperate to fulfill their biological purpose. Her pussy clutched again at the thought; perhaps one of their previous two sessions had already resulted in fertilization, or perhaps this would be the magical moment.
While she was busy imagining the tumult taking place inside her, Brett was busy adding to it, sending more potent seed straight into her. His breaths were ragged as he panted, one hand tight against her hip, the other having left her clit to rest on the small of her back. As his orgasm carried on, the remnants of previous payloads dribbled down her thighs, slicking to the quivering flesh. She let her upper half slump down, resting her head on her forearms, legs threatening to give out as the final bits of Brett’s flood flowed out to pack her channel full.
The night air felt wonderfully cool against her heated skin. Brett’s grip slacked on her hip, his breathing slowly returning to normal, another afterglow soothing them. Sighing with satisfaction, she allowed her legs to give way, slumping onto her stomach on the grass. A warm weight covered her, Brett following her down; he shifted after several seconds, turning onto his side, his length slipping from her pussy.
She turned her head towards him, seeing that calming blue under a fringe of brown hair. The look on his face, exhaustion mixed with satisfaction, made her smile, her hand reaching out to run along his stubbly cheek.
“I love you,” he told her, throwing his arm out, dragging her closer.
“I love you too,” she cooed, nuzzling into the crook of his arm.
“Are you pregnant yet?”
She laughed, smacking him on the shoulder.
“Maybe, but we need to keep going to make sure.”
The mirth on his face faded quickly.
“Until when?”
Her face just as quickly matched his.
“I don’t want to think about that right now,” she told him, “let’s just keep going.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Her hand drifted yet again to his length, once again using her powers to reenergize him. In moments, he was ready to go again. Noticing soreness down between her legs, she quickly drew upon her powers again, soothing herself in preparation for another bout. One of her hands stroked along his erectness, the other teasing along her slit, by now leaking Brett’s most recent gift.
The lovers fucked through the rest of the night, spending several hours in each other’s arms. Each round was separated by moments where all they did was lie together, her head on his shoulder, either conversation or relaxation taking place. She often spent those times simply running her fingers along his body, doing her best to memorize every little bit. One of her hands would find its way to his cock, her powers again in use to bring it back to readiness, both of them as good as new, each time like the first time of the night.
By the time the sun began its inexorable rise into the sky, they had both lost count of how many times they had made love. Her mound was saturated with his seed, the grass beneath them matted with the runoff.
Her head rested on his shoulder, his fingers running up and down her arm.
There were no words exchanged as they simply watched the day settle in. The darkness of night was steadily replaced by brightness, the birds that had begun chirping earlier now flitting about. The lovers were still invisible to all outside their magical bubble, but they could see people passing by the cemetery, starting their day as if it were any other.
“I don’t want to send you back,” she said suddenly.
“What would happen if I just went home with you?”
“They’d know,” she answered glumly, “since it’d be hard to hide, what with everybody knowing you died.”
“True.”
She nuzzled closer.
“I just want to lie here a little longer.”
He chuckled.
“Fine by me.”
The lovers took in the world around them. She indulged in the moment, in how his body felt against hers, painfully aware that he would soon be back in the cold ground.
They decided together, wordlessly, both standing and dressing. It was easy for her, having worn only a robe, by now muddied and dirtied from the grass, but it took him more time to throw on everything, all the way to the suit jacket.
“Dashing,” she said, forcing a smile, feeling the sorrow and pain bubble forth.
“Beautiful,” he answered, pulling her into his arms.
She could smell his scent, the familiar sensation wafting into her nose.
It made her break down, sobbing into his chest, wrapping her arms around him.
“I should’ve been there,” she cried, “I should’ve”-”
“No,” he interrupted, tilting her head up to fix her with a steely gaze, “you can’t think like that. I don’t want you to.”
“But I could’ve-”
“Yeah, you probably could’ve saved my life. But you weren’t there. There was no way you knew that was going to happen.”
She shook her head, her tears falling onto the fabric of his jacket.
“It’s not your fault, Sonia.”
All she did was cry harder, nuzzling into his arms.
“Look at me, Sonia.”
She did, again fixed by the blue in his eyes.
“It’s not your fault. You can’t take that blame, it doesn’t work that way. I don’t want you to. Got it?”
Her tears blurred her vision somewhat, but he wiped them away.
“Got it?”
She nodded, sniffling.
“Good. I’d hate to die knowing that you blame yourself. You didn’t run me over.”
He wiped away more tears, kissing her tenderly on the cheek.
“Will it hurt when you send me back?”
“No,” she murmured, “not at all.”
“Good. I’m a wuss.”
She laughed softly, her arms still tight around him.
“Have you thought of names?” he asked suddenly.
“For the baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Not really. Do you have one in mind?”
“Graveyard,” he suggested.
“What?” she asked, arching an eyebrow, leaning back to get a better look at him.
“Well, I had a friend named Forest who always said his parents told him he was conceived in a forest. So we could name ours Graveyard.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Sure, that wouldn’t be weird at all.”
He shot her a grin.
“But seriously,” she began, “do you have a name in mind?”
“Yeah, actually. David for a boy, Stephanie for a girl.”
“Hmm. Good names.”
“Obviously, it’s not up to me.”
She shook her head.
“I will take those names into consideration,” she teased.
They stood there for a little while longer, neither one wanting to let go.
Finally, as the sun rose higher into the sky, they separated, Brett climbing back into the coffin, the wooden prison having been placed back at the bottom of the grave by Sonia’s magic.
She stepped up to the lip of the grave, fighting back a flood of tears.
“I love you,” he told her.
“I love you too,” she said, “and I will never forget you.”
He smiled sadly.
“You are the best part of my life, Sonia. You, and now the little one.”
She sniffled, her hand migrating to her belly, where hopefully their child was beginning to grow.
“Any last words?” she asked.
He hesitated, cocking his head.
“There’s a lot I could say.”
“I can give you some time to think of something.”
He shook his head, smiling sadly again.
“No. All I need to say is I love you.”
She nodded, tears streaming forth.
“I love you too.”
She paused, hoping fervently that some higher power might come down to grant her a reprieve from this task.
But there was no divine intervention, so she took a deep breath, bringing her hands up in intricate patterns.
“Just close your eyes, love,” she said.
He did, forever depriving her of that calm blue gaze.
Her hands continued their fluid dance through the air. A light red glow glimmered around his body.
She could see and feel the change, the life leaving his body in one fell, painless swoop, a weak sob spilling from her mouth at the moment of death.
Just like that, he was gone again, and she was alone again.
Sonia could barely see the dirt as she manipulated it back on top of the grave, from all the tears streaming forth.
In moments, the grave looked undisturbed, as if the previous several hours had not taken place.
Maintaining her invisibility, Sonia strode forth from the cemetery. All around her, people went about the day as if nothing had changed, as if life was the same it had ever been. But for her, everything had changed, the brightness a bit duller, the air a bit heavier.
There was only one bright spot, and it was currently growing in her womb.
It was a day like any other for George. Get up soon after sunrise, spend the day taking care of the grounds of St. Sebastian’s, a duty which not only included ground work, but also paying attention to neglected graves, putting fresh flowers and other assorted things on them, making sure the people who had died without family or friends still had somebody to honor their memory. As the day went on, various families and individuals visited the cemetery, some somber and stoic, others a bit more jovial, the occasional group bringing lawn chairs and blankets for slightly morbid picnics with their dear departed loved ones. Some visitors came more regularly than others; occasionally, George would see people he had never noticed before, fighting back a smile at the knowledge that they had most likely succumbed to an attack of guilt. But more often than not, he could recognize each group or individual who came through the gates, his memory still sharp even past sixty.
There was one little family that would visit virtually every Sunday. There was a woman, tall and beautiful, and two children, a little girl with kind blue eyes, and a boy of about the same age with messy brown hair. This particular day, he was tidying up a grave as they walked by, the children greeting him with exuberant waves as always, the woman nodding at him, smiling at her children’s friendliness.
“Hello,” he called, waving back.
The trio reached their destination, a simple headstone surrounded by flowers and other mementos.
“Say hi to Daddy,” he heard the mother say.
“Hi, Daddy!” they squealed, running forward to hug the headstone.
Her mother laughed at their enthusiasm, joining them in front of the headstone, running a hand affectionately over the top.
“Hi, love,” she said.
Her children came back to her, hugging her around the legs.
The woman looked down at them, ruffling their hair.
“Did I ever tell you two that you were conceived here?”
George frowned, surreptitiously moving closer, concerned that he had misheard her.
“What’s ‘conceived’, Mommy?”
“Well, David, it’s when Daddy and I made you and Stephanie.”
“Oh.”
Nope, did not mishear her. They fucked in a cemetery.
THE END