Cemetery Summons Ch. 17

Anathane shrugged. "About seven or eight, give or take about thirty minutes, why? Do you have something planned?"

"What day?"

"Same day we left, November twenty eighth, why?" Anathane was curious now.

"Well, if you want, we can go crash a party," replied the teen with a shrug. Anathane's mood brightened a bit and she let Jack down to the floor. A dress surfaced through her skin, a thin black garment that was split from the thigh down on one side and low-cut in the front. She closed her eyes and the mane of teal hair one her head became as black as her irises. She opened her demonic eyes and they suddenly appeared lime green like Elassa's.

"And who do you want me to embarrass beyond repair? Hmmm? Could it be Josh? Or perhaps Brandon that needs to be spanked over my knee until his bottom is as red as an apple?"

"Um...well, I uh, wow, that's kinda sick Anathane, really. Try to think of something to hurt their pride? You know, like taking away their manliness?"

"Oh!" she gasped and then giggled. "You want me to embarrass them sexually. You naughty boy. I thought you wanted me to keep a low profile."

"I did, but that was because that would have no meaning besides just drawing attention to yourself. This, however, is going to humiliate two jackasses, and is therefore, a good cause to unleash your imagination." Jack watched as Anathane's lips broke into a wide grin and she sighed at him contently.

"We're bringing Anthony along as well. I need his help for what I'm going to pull on them." There was an eerie glow in her eyes that Jack found to be most unsettling. But, as the saying goes, a means to an end. And Jack wanted this to end his way, very badly now that he had gotten Anathane into it.

Screw jungle love with her, this was a hundred times better!

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Jack walked through the doorway to Brandon's house, but even before he had crossed the threshold, he could smell the pot and booze as strongly as if he were right in the mix already. He sighed with a bit of disgust and disappointment. If Brandon was already high or passed out hammered drunk, then this was all for naught and Anathane was going to draw a ton of attention for no reason.

Anthony walked in and went right past Jack with nothing more than a curt nod and a slightly nervous smile. Jack patted him on the back and walked off to finally have his first beer. On the way to the mountain of beer and vodka and tequila in the kitchen, one of his friends pulled him over.

"Jack! Ya made it! I thought you were outta town righnow!" came the badly slurred exclamation from Timothy, who was staggering drunk and almost unable to stand without leaning heavily on Jack's shoulder.

"I thought I'd make one last show before I left town. You know, make myself a legend around here. I do have a date...well, sort of."

"You?! 'At's a good un! You got a hot girlfriend with some huge tits, right?" Timothy looked like he could keel over at any moment. Poor bastard could barely stay awake, let alone speak in a constant train of thought. Jack was amazed that he could even keep his beer level.

"She should be here soon, I hope. Unless she's decided to make me drag her in here," Jack murmured. He wasn't relishing the thought of having to pull a giant inside to have her go fuck with the people he didn't like. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but he doubted it would. Anathane seemed even more eager than he did to do this.

Possibly because she was getting what she wanted in the end.

Timothy led Jack, or rather, Jack was directed by Timothy, over to a group of guys that were enticing a kid from a different school to do a keg stand. The poor kid didn't look like he knew how to get out of the situation.

"Guysh! Jack's here! Told ya he's show!"

"You said he wouldn't," snorted Toby, who was drunk to only slightly less of a degree.

"Hey, who's the new guy?" Jack asked, nodding toward the kid who didn't want to do the keg stand. Everyone turned to him and they all grumbled under their breath.

"At's jusht David. Won drink nuthin!" Timothy held back a spray of puke and swallowed the stuff before he gave Jack a goofy grin and collapsed against a nearby chair. His beer spilled all over his shirt and pants, but he didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Or even notice for that matter.

"Well, David, if you don't want to drink, then how about I fill in for ya?" Jack offered. David nodded thankfully and backed away from the keg to give Jack room. The incubus sized up his enemy and then put his hands on either side of the metal keg. Fuck. It was full. "Who the hell brings a full keg to a party?"

"Lift him up already!" jeered someone behind Jack. Suddenly, he felt hands around his ankles and he was pushed up against the wall, heels almost at the ceiling. Someone handed him the tap and he held it with one hand while they leg go of his legs. Now he could see whether or not he really could drink until he fell without getting drunk like Anathane said.

Heh, no time like the present.

Jack sucked amber, chilled beer up through the tap and felt a chill run down his spine. So far so good. Everyone around him was cheering 'chug chug chug' like they did in every movie he'd ever seen. It was like the only mantra that every teenager knew by heart.

So, he did as the crowd commanded, and chugged beer like there was no tomorrow. He didn't know how long it was before all the blood ran to his head and he had to stop. But when he finally did, the keg was light enough for one person to pick up. The onlookers cheered and Jack pointed to Toby.

"Finish this up. I gotta go get a drink." Jack left to go find Anthony. If he wasn't already up there and ready to go, then it was about time to be getting up there. After looking around for a little while, he ended up finding Anthony at the base of the stairs, getting hit on by two girls that looked like sophomores at best.

Jack shooed the two girls away and Anthony headed upstairs. Jack turned around and Brandon stood in front of him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Jack didn't like how Josh wasn't that far away either. He sighed, and stuck his hand out.

"Nice party you threw here. Lots of uh...beer."

"Glad to see you made it. I got something for you out back, to, you know, celebrate you moving and all. She's all nice'n ready for a ride, if you know what I mean."

"What? Who?"

"You'll see," Brandon said as he led Jack to the back deck. Out here, there was a large pool with tons of drunk teens in it, just like inside. Brandon pointed over to one of the deck chairs and Jack's eyes went wide. He pushed past the party host and hurried over to his friend.

"Fuck, Sam, not you. I thought you knew better than this! Fuck, seriously?!"

Jack had no idea what to do. Here Samantha was, hammered, shitfaced, fucking out of it. He'd never seen someone more drunk in his life! Fuck, she was worse off than Timothy. It almost brought Jack to tears to see her like this. He only hoped Brandon hadn't done anything to her tonight. Fuck, if he had...

"Like what you see?"

"Alright, you little fuckass," Jack snarled as he grabbed Brandon by the collar. "If you did anything to her, I'll castra-"

"Brandon, this huge fucking smokin' hot chick just walked in and she's looking for you! She said you and a friend go see her at the front door. Dude, you gotta come quick! She's a fucking porn star or something!"

"Hear that, Jack? I gotta run. See ya." Jack grunted, but let Brandon go to see Anathane. And as predicted, he took Josh to go see her. Jack let his anger simmer down before returning to Sam. She looked up at him and giggled giddily.

"Jack? It'sh you! Yer here," she slurred. Jack groaned and picked her up out of the chair.

He took her back inside and caught sight of Anathane seducing the crowd that had gathered around her enormous person.

Jack shook his head, glanced down at same again, and then upstairs to an empty bedroom. Fuck, she was a mess. He took her into the connecting bathroom and she puked in the toilet until her stomach was empty. Jack sighed and cleaned her up before depositing her on the bed and turning off the lights nearby. Sam moaned next to him and rolled onto her side, still smiling.

"Sam, what the hell?"

"Soooooo much punch. I really like punch, just like I like you," she giggled. Sam began to strip off her shirt. Jack shook his head and closed her eyes with his fingertips. She protested, but only lightly. Soon, she nodded off and Jack stroked her hair for a little while before going back downstairs.

After a couple of minutes, Brandon and Josh came downstairs, both red and embarrassed beyond measure. Everyone upstairs was laughing at them, just as Anathane had said would happen. And now for his part.

The second floor grew quiet as Anathane stepped out from the master bedroom doorway and sauntered down the hallway, grinning slyly. When she reached the balustrade, she surveyed the room downstairs like she was the boss. And she was the boss here, amongst these drunk and horny teens. She was the goddess here, and everybody was more than willing to worship her for a bit of favor.

Her piercing green eyes seemed to glow with intrigue as she licked her dark pink lips with a long, wet tongue. She spotted him and nodded approvingly. Jack shook his head and she stretched her arm out toward him, curling one finger, her smile widening. Again, Jack screwed with her, if not just to irk her.

This time, she came down the stairs to meet him on the first floor, sashaying her hips the entire way down. By now, everyone that was within sight stared at the scene unfolding. Anathane towered over Jack like a real life goddess of lust and beauty. Her chest was so large that it almost hit him in the face when she stopped before him.

"I'll not ask you again. I assume you're better than those two pussies that just ran away from me with their tails between their legs. Come on upstairs before I get impatient." Anathane actually sounded annoyed. So, this time, Jack followed her upstairs and into the master bedroom. Nobody watching stepped beyond the threshold, a mixture of fear and wonder in their gazes.

"So, what'd you do to the other two guys that came up here with you?"

Anathane smirked. "You don't want to know. Now drop your drawers. You've got a long night ahead of you and I want to get started before this party's busted." Anathane shrugged off her thin black dress and arched a brow at her lover.

Pretend all you want, Jack thought, you want me and we both know it.

"You have a name?" Jack began taking off his shirt and shoes as Anathane removed her undergarments.

"Anna. What's yours? I need another name to write on my door of shame at home."

"I'm Jack. You'll be screaming it by the time we're done." The teen stripped off the rest of his clothes and pushed the door shut with his foot. Anathane sighed.

'They can still hear us, you know.'

Her voice was in his head.

"Well, now that that's out of the way..."

"So confident, are we? You think you can make me cry out in pleasure?"

'I've done it before, haven't I?' Jack replied mentally as they embraced. Their lips connected and two pairs of hands began to explore ground that was not unfamiliar. Jack grinned against her lusty, hot lips as he felt up her breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Kid, you've got a long way to go before you make me cum."

"I think that I can make this cougar purr like a kitten before the cops get here." Jack hauled her off her feet and attempted to walk her over to the bed. But she wouldn't have that, and damn it all, she could never just let things be simple.

She grabbed the door and threw it open as her foot came around and tripped him. He hit the floor painfully with the demon on top of him. Now, Anathane was a big woman. Not just big, but heavy too. And being a demon didn't make her any lighter. So when Jack hit the floor, it felt like Nyx was stomping on his chest again.

Jack ignored the onlookers at the door and entangled Anathane in his arms. He planned to get this over with in a timely manner, considering the time frame they had, but she wanted to prolong it. The demon slid up his chest and sat on his face.

"Ride 'em cowgirl, huh?" Anathane teased as she bucked her hips against his face. Jack pushed his tongue between her wet labia and tasted her sweet juices. God, the smell was so fucking strong now, stronger than he remembered it being any other time. Was she an exhibitionist?

The thought was irrelevant as Anathane grabbed a clump of hair in each tanned fist and pulled his head against her waiting core. She smothered him and his cock stood straight at attention as she rolled against his chin, undulating over and over again as his tongue delved deep into her sex. He tickled her G-spot and Anathane crumpled into a ball on his head, almost crushing his skull. She opened her mouth to moan, but nothing came out. Jack had slapped a hand over her open mouth and put the other behind her head.

They shared a long, loving stare.

'Enjoying your oral?'

'I would be riding you like a horse were it not for the fact that you're biting my clit hard enough to pierce it.'

'Just relax. I didn't know demons got so horny when you tweaked just a little piece of flesh.'

'Don't think this is just your everyday occurrence, incomplete boy. I'd kill anyone else who tried to lick me like this if I didn't ask. Remember you're special because I love you.' Her voice faded from his mind and he released her mouth. She panted for a while before letting up for him to breath a little more easily.

"Had enough of trying to smother me to death?" the incubus joked, wiping his mouth of sweet, strong fluid. Anathane shrugged.

"Are you a pussy like the other two that ran away?" Anathane winked.

"Am I running?"

Anathane murmured, "Not yet. I'll make you run, boy. You just wait." She gracefully slid down his chest, all the way to his crotch. She sat on it and wiggled her ass teasingly.

"Do your worst, foul demon." Jack felt her smooth, bountiful backside slide up and down his throbbing arousal, causing his hips to jerk spasmodically. Fuck, she was grinding herself against him, and it felt way too good.

Finally, she grated herself against him and he pushed up. Rather unceremoniously, he slid into her tight hole and her eyes went wide. Anathane glared down at him, but the look in her eyes wasn't angry, but somewhat irked instead.

"Wrong hole."

"Whatever makes you purr," Jack retorted as he pushed his cock in all the way to the base. She leaned all the way up so they were perpendicular to each other. Jack could see she was a little more than curious. They'd never done anal before. Just about everything else one could imagine, but never this.

"Think you can get me to cum like this, boy? I'm not one for games if you're just going to screw around and do this just for yourself."

Jack gritted his teeth. "I said I'd make you purr like a kitten. And I'm gonna keep my word." He pulled back and slammed them together. Anathane's eyes never left his as he pounded her hips with a slow, methodic grind that left both of them breathing heavily and losing all forms of higher thought.

It was like she'd cast some spell over him. Her expression changed little as her breathing became steadily heavier. Her demeanor was oddly stoic and silent, her fingernails scratching his chest as he angled himself differently.

The constant pressure of her insides squeezed all the energy in his body into his cock, or so it seemed. He knew that she didn't have normal organs inside her body, or any organs at all really. A glance to the door told him that they were still being watched, very intensely as well. Anathane's spell over his thoughts was suddenly broken as he realized that the world wasn't just the two of them and the floor.

He sat up and took a few deep breaths to steady himself as the motion of their bodies ceased. Anathane looked at him quizzically, realizing as well that she had been caught up in the moment. She ran her fingertips over his cheek and arched a brow.

"Looking to be on top?"

"No, not really. I'm fine being a pedestal for now. Besides, this party's overdue for being busted. Aren't we just about done here?"

"Aw! But I was just starting to have fun. If you want, we can end it in a couple of minutes, or we could do a little tonsil hockey and cool down." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and squashed her huge chest against his. Jack thought for a couple of seconds.

"I think we should finish this up quick. I'm not sure how much time we've got left."

Anathane looked a little disappointed, but agreed nonetheless. "Good point. Just let me get this door closed real quick..." Her foot stretched to the door and abruptly slammed it closed. She suddenly wrapped Jack up in half a dozen tentacles and hugged him like he was going to fade away if she didn't.

"Lighten up a little, Anna. You're crushing my bones," Jack grunted as the demon's grip grew progressively tighter. A tongue found his and Anathane kissed him desperately, riding him hard. Her eyes weren't green anymore, but black with red irises like they normally were.

I fact, all of her demon parts were present.

"I couldn't hold back. Not with so little of my soul present. I knew I should have joined more pieces together, but I didn't expect you to fuck my ass tonight," she whispered apologetically. Her tongue thrust into the back of his mouth and almost choked him.

They continued to screw each other without any interruption for the longest time Jack could remember. He'd never had her just give him a normal fuck. It was always some kind of trick with her; hanging in the air, sticking things in his ass, fucking his mouth, violating him in horrible ways. This time, she was just interested in sex. No games.

She had mentioned on the way here that she had never had normal, vanilla sex with him out of all the times she'd made love to him. But since she hadn't made anything of it, and it had been more of an insignificant comment, he hadn't thought anything of it.

For the time being however, she was a wild mare. She attacked his cock with her hips like there was no tomorrow. Warm juices leaked out from her insides, coating his crotch and thighs in sticky goo. Still, she rode him into submission and begged for more with every thrust.

Jack broke their kiss and leaned back for air that wasn't as steamy as the Amazon Rainforest. But Anathane wasn't done with him. She stuck her tongue in his ear and giggled naughtily. "You're gonna cum soon. Let me scream a little. Please?"

"Did I say you couldn't scream?"

"Ah! Jack, harder!" she cried. Jack obliged and rammed her as hard as he could. She screamed louder and Jack felt her tentacles become slack. He took the offensive and grabbed her horns, allowing himself a place to yank while he thrust. Anathane's eyes turned into two pits of red flames, piercing his soul like daggers.

"Keep it down a little, would ya?"

She criend, "Gods, I'm gonna cum soon. Shoot every last drop right into me. Now get ready, 'cos this is gonna rock your world." She started doing what Volna did, compressing muscles around his throbbing member, pulling him in further. He pulled half way out before she forced him in again.

Jack latched his mouth onto her neck, fearing that if he tried to kiss her that her razor-like teeth would cut his tongue up beyond recognition. Anathane responded in kind, while drawing his member into a slimy suction vortex, by kissing his neck and tearing through his skin with her shark-like teeth.

Jack bit down on her shoulder, but to much less of an effect. As had happened the last time she'd shown him her horns and other such demonic parts, the film of golden liquid was spreading haphazardly across her body. One of those places was her shoulder.