Diabolical Rapture Ch. 04

Music floated lazily around the kitchen - Roberto Carlos singing "Cama e Mesa", the unofficial duet with Elizabeth, "Quero estar na maciez do toque dos seus dedos..." Hayleigh was brought back to Earth by her mother's gaze, "Did he leave already? Or should I place another plate?"

"Already left."

"Good, then... Oh. Wow. Um, dear, are you using protection?" Her tone was quite cheery for such a question. That old Brazilian music made her normally good mood even better. Unfortunately, not even Roberto Carlos could cut the tension in this difficult conversation.

That's a subtle way to start the conversation, Hayleigh thought, fortunately, her mouth was full of pancakes at the moment and she couldn't answer right away. She thoughtfully chewed as her mother patiently waited.

"Yeah, mom, I'm not dumb," besides, what more protection would I need? He can't concieve another life, he's not even alive himself?

"Well, I'm just asking, because, if you're using condoms only... oh, dear," she was having trouble saying it. She was used to being the cool mom, but she hadn't expected to talk with Hayleigh like this, "well, how do I put it...? Condoms can fail. And your activity sounded... uhm... vigorous."

Hayleigh blushed yet again. It was becoming more and more normal to find her with a pretty shade of red on her cheeks. Stupid Gabriel. He made me scream like that and then simply jumped out the window to avoid this. But, yes, her scream of rapture couldn't have been mistaken for anything short of a mind-blowing orgasm. Even if she could convince her parents that the scream wasn't from her cumming like mad, she wouldn't be able to explain the rhythmic thumping of her bed against the wall.

"Jeez, mom! We've got it covered, ok?"

Elizabeth relaxed. She and Mark hadn't raised Hayleigh to be irresponsible. If she sounded this sure, then she and Gabriel must be doing absolutely everything necessay to take care of themselves.

"I'm happy for you. You've got this very nice guy... and he's cute. I don't know if he was the first, but it sure sounds like he's the best so far."

"Mom! We're not having this kind of conversation. Really."

* * *

Gabriel entered the bookstore. Sure, it had hundreds of books regarding "magic to make your eyes grey" and "love charms" that looked less reliable than a seatbelt made of glass. But he'd surely find something. The city was large enough to harbor a few serious occultists (after all, though he hadn't known it at the time, he had found two or three reliable books before...). Finding ancient occult books in your local library was something that only happened in teen story series. It might be possible in a library that belonged to a university but, then, Gabriel would need to enroll. That might be difficult given that he could only stay in one place for a short time.

And so, he's been to four bookstores so far, skimming the occult books for something useful. He'd need something written by Agrippa and it would have to be a good translation. It would be pricey, but he'd find the money somehow. Maybe not right then, but if the clerk was a woman...

Lucy! She was there, off to his right, checking a book. And... not really. It wasn't Lucy. It was a teen girl wearing enough charms to set up a small store. Noting them, he came to the conclusion that she was probably wiccan.

He was about to ask her if she'd found a good book when he realized he couldn't speak. He tried to move closer to her but he wasn't allowed. Then, she came closer and he fell to his knees, having difficulties to breathe.

"Are you ok?"

He tried to back off but she came nearer. His skin began to feel hot as he watched her staring at him in disbelief. One of her charms actually worked. She backed off and sprinted out the door.

"What was that?"

Gabriel found his voice and turned around to see a guy who looked about his age, a few books in his hands. He was obviously of Irish descent - freckles, dimples, fine red hair... he was as Irish as one could get.

"It's nothing, I just felt like scaring the girl; she had been eyeing me but she looked a bit too jailbait for me."

"Dude, just send her over to me. I wouldn't tell the cops if I got lucky."

"Sure thing. Hey, do you happen to have the book of Abramelin?"

"This way."

The books didn't appear promising, they seemed incoherent to Gabriel. Maybe something was lost in translation, but they didn't give him much hope. He could go to where his own books had been left, but he couldn't see how they would help either. He continued rummaging for a few minutes longer.

The one thing he got was a "Dictionnaire Infernal" by Colin de Plancy. Based on "Ars Goetia", the book had potential. As he read, he came to realize that his extra-sensory power was due to his having consumed six souls. But then, he'd need to continue to feed in order to gain enough power to stand against his captor. He felt he had enough stability to carry on for a few more days. But the more he could gain nourishment, the better. Lucy would be waiting for him when he returned. He'd need a plan. He read the clerk's mind. Nothing of importance. Gabriel set the book aside and made sure it wasn't easy to find; he'd return for it when he had money. Besides, it was getting late and he didn't want to leave Hayleigh alone during the night, now that Lucy seemed to be checking on them.

* * *

Her parents had sure given her an odd look when they saw Patrick say goodbye to her with a kiss. After they went to bed, she waited long for them to fall asleep, drank a glass of milk, almost sneaked into her room and closed the door behind her.

"You there?"

"Of course."

"Come sit on the bed."

She sat with Gabriel.

"You fucked him."

"Yeah, I did. I wanted to know how someone else felt. He got the hint and we ended up back at his apartment. And, that reminds me... I have something for you."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, here." She slapped him - hard.

"What the hell, Hayleigh?"

"That's for ruining sex for me."

"Sorry?"

"Patrick was OK."

"So..?"

"He was OK. Simply OK. And I saw him really, really do his best to please me. And it wasn't bad... but it wasn't nearly as good as you. You fucker."

"You're welcome," he was grinning, "I thought you had something bad happen to you because of me or something..." or something like Lucy.


"Well, he seems to be falling for me. And I don't like him that much. I just wanted to see what it felt with someone alive, but..."

"Keep on looking, I'll be here when you need me as long as you feed me."

"How convenient."

"You know? I don't like being your pet."

"My pet. Cute. You know what? I've just fucked him (could hardly say otherwise, poor guy) and need still more; are you up to the task?" She had begun to unbutton her blouse as she said that.

"Then dance for me... let's keep it different every time we do this, avoid the routine."

And so she did. She pulled Gabriel to the edge of the bed and made sure everything was ready. Hayleigh got her cherished speakers and pressed play. An erratic mix of voices came at first, but, after a few seconds, the song began picking up and it had a nice rhythm with no lyrics to distract Gabriel from the show. She would tell him later that the song was "Haihm translates Second - (Haihm rebuild)" from Brown Eyed Girls. For now, it was enough that Hayleigh knew the song's beat by heart, her ass swayed from side to side with a small pause each time the song also paused.

She lowered her hands and sensuously placed them on her beige shorts. Her black blouse hugged her body well enough. Instead of swaying, she gyrated her hips and began to lift her blouse slowly... then let it fall back down, eliciting an "awww" from Gabriel, who was expecting more.

Her long, slightly curly hair was getting in the way, so with a simple (but somehow alluring) movement she tossed it to the side and got on all fours on the bed. Her ass was just at the right height for Gabriel to kiss it, which he did, before she resumed her dancing. Her hips began emulating the movement she and Gabriel made when he gave it to her from behind. She felt a hand on her ass and swatted it away.

"Not yet..."

She kneeled on the bed and placed her hands on her ass, then began massaging it for Gabriel's benefit. Hayleigh was already feeling horny enough, knowing the fucking she'd soon get might not be something that she'd brag to her grandchildren about, but she would surely remember it for that long.

Lifting her blouse slightly, she resumed her swaying and placed both hands on her ass. She lifted a hand, arranged her tousled hair then brought the hand back down, firmly, spanking herself... once... twice. Gabriel smiled, this girl has a thing for spankings. She repeated the treatment on the other cheek. He couldn't take it anymore and moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her to him. She continued swaying, grinding her hips against his crotch, the fabric making straining sounds as he started having a light version of dry sex with her.

She needed more than just the feeling of his cock through four layers of clothing. She swayed her ass once or twice then turned and began undoing Gabriel's jeans, impatient to feel his familiar body against hers. The hint of his muscles, the strength they could have when he slammed against her...

Gabriel willed his shirt away then lifted her blouse as she lowered his jeans. Her breasts seemed perfect, even with the bra concealing them. Her hips were incredibly sexy, definitely a coke bottle figure. Standing up, he began kissing her hungrily. She tasted nice; here was a hint of mint, but her own taste was what intoxicated him.

He tugged at her hair so she'd lift her face towards him. He kissed her chin, admiring her scent, her smooth skin, and every other thing that composed her. He nibbled on her jaw... and began tickling her.


Well, she was very ticklish. She fought the urge to laugh as she tickled him back. They started rolling on the bed, trying to subdue one another, neither giving up, even if it meant a considerable effort not to burst out laughing.

Her long hair covered his face for a second as she rolled on top of him and dove her hands near his armpits, tickling for all she was worth. He grabbed one of her wrists and pushed his semierect cock against her drenched panties. She moaned but didn't give up. He twisted his body and made her lie below him before tickling her again.

The tickle war suddenly stopped. They looked at each other. They were sweaty. They had been going at it for minutes but this time he could feel her wetness pressing against him. At some point, her panties had been discarded and so had her bra. They'd been wrestling without any clothes and both were very, very ready to do everything. He pulled her forcefully to him, placing his hand on the back of her neck and kissing her possessively. Their eyes were not infused with the fierce passion they normally held when having sex. They were full of desire, but at the same time, playfulness.

She responded in kind and lowered one of her hands to start stroking his already hard cock. They stayed intertwined and explored their bodies instinctively, without desperation, but with a sense of impatience. They kept on rolling on the bed. They already knew their bodies enough to know where and how to make the other react. It was a different competition this time and neither had the upper hand.

A moan. Their rolling stopped. She was so terribly wet that in a movement while turning him on his back, his cock had slipped an inch or two inside of her. Gabriel felt her hot breath on his chest when it happened, he arched his back. Maybe playtime was over. He lowered his hands and gently caressed her pussy lips before lightly flicking her clit.

Hayleigh reacted as expected. She tensed up, arched her back... and he used that movement to grasp her by her hips and pull her down, impaling her with one fluid motion. He let out an "oh", his voice charged with barely concealed lust. He pressed his hips forward, but he was already all the way in.

He felt her squirm above him, little movements that told him she wasn't just getting off, but she was having fun. Apparently, while being alive, he had missed out all the things you could do with sex besides just fucking for the mere need to cum. There she was, smiling at him as he felt her pussy walls envelop him, descending each time at a slightly different angle and producing a slightly different feeling. He let out a moan and lifted his hands to massage her beautiful breasts.

She lowered her hands... and tickled him. A loud laugh escaped his lips as he glared at her with mock outrage. He gently twisted her nipples the suddenly moved his hands to her ribs and began to tickle her. She curled up with laughter, trying to defend herself while keeping him buried deep inside her. He pressed towards her and turned over again. With her legs flanking him, her arms protecting her sides, she had left her pussy open to his assault.

His thrusts were aimed to make her moan or scream. If he pressed hard enough at the end of every thrust, if he paused right before pulling out and immediately pushed it in...

"Ooooh, Gabriel..." That would happen.

He caught the mischievous glint in her eyes and and realized that something was coming, but it was too late... She rolled on top of him... and there was no more space on her bed. They both fell, Gabriel landed on his back with a loud thud. Hayleigh reacted quickly enough and landed on all fours, her body a few inches above him.

"Ow! What was that for?"

I may have forgotten how wide my bed is... "That's my strategy. Stun you, fuck you."

"I'm not feeling fucked."

"Smartass."

She grabbed his cock and without wasting a second, lowered herself onto him and began riding him hard. She could feel him within her, the speed of her movements and the position he was in made his dick hit all the right spots. She opened her mouth in an obscenely lustful moan that made her feel dirty but delightfully so.

Gabriel was trying to come up with a witty remark but was lost in her eyes. And breasts... And hips... he still felt like a terribly lucky guy to be fucking such an amazing girl on a somewhat regular basis. She bent over; her wavy hair fell over his chest, her little caresses heightened the sensations surrounding his cock. He bared his teeth and closed them lightly over a nipple.

Hayleigh moaned sexily for him, he barely heard her but knew that she was close now. He hugged her to make sure she didn't slip away or decide to play around. He felt the need to cum and he wasn't about to let her deny him. He kissed her again, his hips taking a life of their own and responding to the way her body came down to meet his, the touch of her skin making him feel more alive than he should. Her pussy was wet and inviting him to fill her, her breasts were soft in his mouth with a salty hint of freshly produced sweat. She kept on moaning into his ear, as if deciding to tell him something.

"Say it..."

"Your cock is so fucking good, Gabriel..."

That was it. He stopped hugging her and put his hands on her ass cheeks, forcing her down harder onto him every time she lowered her hips, his pelvis thrust up to meet her halfway and his hand snaked around so that one of his fingers could probe slightly around her other hole. Pressure...

He felt her give in and he inserted his finger slowly into her. The way her body reacted to it made him assume that it was a first for her. She tensed up so he couldn't get his finger deeper inside, but she let out one of her high-pitched moans that let him know he was doing well so far. When she relaxed enough, he made his finger go a little deeper and moved it slightly.

Again, she began moaning louder, this time, before it was too late he warned her.

"Parents."

Right. I don't want them to think I'm a nympho. Know I'm a nympho? Whatever.

She lowered the volume but made it up in urgency, she was grinding against his every move, the finger inside of her sent signals of pleasure in a way she hadn't known before. Gabriel was spoiling her, getting her used to feel this good... Good God, what did he just do right now with his cock?

He kept on pounding on her, allowing himself to just follow the rhythm her body dictated to him. It felt wonderful, her soft skin was all he needed to get directions of how to move. Now, if he remembered correctly, he could reach deeper into her if he... Her eyes shot open. There.

Gabriel felt himself grow harder and thicker inside of her. He wouldn't last long if she kept on her hypnotic movement while fucking him. It was only fair to warn her, to know if she needed for him to hold on for a little longer; it was better than just reading her mind for everything.

"Hayleigh, I'm gonna cum..."

"Do it..."

Or maybe all she needed was to feel his sperm inside of her and she'd do it with him. He concentrated on the sounds their bodies made, the way her lips parted to moan each time his cock touched bottom, her breasts swayed with their movements, her arms now holding on to him for dear life as she began tensing up. She was definitely close.

"Do it, do it, do it..."

She almost seemed to be in pain. The pleasure was too much, his dick felt as if it was made for her. He filled her up the way she needed, Gabriel's cock touched every part of her that needed to be touched and... there it was. He was groaning, almost growling, he was growing inside of her. It was just a matter of seconds.

She felt his first spurt deep inside of her and she closed her arms tightly around his neck, moaning into his ear as his cum triggered her orgasm. His arms also wrapped around her, making sure she didn't leave. She kept on cooing and moaning softly, her body shivered and her skin flushed with the pleasure her body felt. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the last seconds of it.

When she opened them, Gabriel was looking at her, studying her as she moved slightly with him still inside.

"Ready for round 2?"

"Not really, Gabe. I want my parents to see me do something with you outside my bedroom."

"Fair enough. Will I fuck you in front of the TV, then..? No? It is outside the room!"

"I think you know what I mean."

* * *

Gabriel had his arms wrapped around Hayleigh as they watched Criminal Minds. Fully clothed. If anyone didn't know them, they'd seem like a couple. But for him, Hayleigh was his new best friend. One that thankfully happened to be terribly hot, horny and willing to fuck him. As for Hayleigh, whatever the relationship she had with him, it wasn't easy to classify. She didn't see him as simply a friend but couldn't picture him as her steady boyfriend, she could easily picture him doing other things to her, however...

"So, I need to make money. I saw a few books that might help me."

"Well, I can't just buy everything you want. Can't you work somehow?"

"I'm dead. I haven't got papers nor ID... how could I justify being absent and utterly unreachable every now and then? Because over there we haven't got good coverage for cellphones."

Elizabeth walked by and smiled. She saw Hayleigh whisper to Gabriel. They looked cute together, but after seeing Hayleigh go out with Patrick on what seemed a date, she didn't dare to say anything. Her daughter was confused, it was normal to be confused when one was that young. Had she known what she was whispering to him...

"I could pimp you."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, they won't ask you for any kind of documents. I know a few who would be willing to pay for what you've done to me."

"I'm not sure this would work out."

"Look. Being out there without wanting a relationship but with certain needs to be met is not something exclusively for guys, ok? If you're discreet and do your job well, I know who'd pay as long as it's not known."