Samhain Night

It was lust.

Her eyes flicked back and forth between his face and his shaking hand. She didn't like being out here; she felt exposed, open. Anything could come after them, and her magic wouldn't be able to hold a desperate spirit at bay for too long. She carefully took the turnips off her belt and set one on a window sill, and held the other to place before the door.

"Are you going to go in?" she finally asked, and Antoine nodded, tongue flicking over his lips as he grasped the knob and twisted. There was a creak in the hinges as the door swung open and he stepped into his dimly lit home. He almost seemed swallowed by the shadows thrown about by a pair of lit candles sitting at the central table.

Ravyn glanced about the village, but there were no living eyes upon them. All were hiding from terrors that lurked the world on this night.

She set the jack-o-lantern down and stepped in after Antoine, closing the door behind her. For a moment there was just silence. Her own heart, and the patter of blood on the floor as it dripped from the tip of her blade. Slowly the black of the house turned to shades of gray, and she saw the outline of a woman sitting on the bed in the corner of the home.

"Marion?" Ravyn asked, and Antoine stiffened just a few paces before her.

Smokey laughter flowed through the home. Then a voice of honey laced venom spilled from Marion's lips.

"Not quite. Though she is indeed here, watching, listening. But who are you my sweet?" the snap of a match and fire flared before the woman, bathing her soft features in sharp shadows. The match flickered before her, showing an alluring grin. "Ah. The one she shoved away thinking to find happiness, but instead only discovered self loathing in her love for another."

Slowly her hand drifted to the side, the match catching the wick of a candle on a stool pulled beside the bed. The warm light basked over the possessed woman sitting with one leg draped over the other on the edge of the bed. Ravyn was surprised to see her naked save a pair of black thigh high lace stockings, and a black thong. The pointed toes of her black leather high heels gleamed faintly, and her skin was almost golden in the candlelight, the shadows soft along her curves.

Antoine's fingers curled into fists at his sides, and he hung his head. Another peal of that alluring, smokey laughter wafted through the room as Ravyn wiped her sword clean. She had an idea of what she was dealing with, but the ritual to save the woman she had loved once might be too much for her to bear. She looked at the man who had taken her, and slid her sword into its scabbard.

"Speak no lies demon," Ravyn said and stepped forward, but the possessed woman just continued to smile.

"Lies? Why bother with those when the truth is so much more delicious. Leave your lies and anger for the daylight. Tonight we dance with pretty words and truth," the demon said through Marion's lips. "I see all her thoughts, her memories. Oh, how she thinks of your lips still. Grazing her skin."

"Be silent," Antoine snarled, and the woman laughed again.

"Does it sting? That the woman you seduced from the arms of another still had feelings for her? It must, guessing by how puffy your eyes are," Marion said, and Antoine's knuckles went white as his fingers curled tighter into themselves. He looked away, eyes clenched.

"Your words are poison. Vile things to wrench a heart," Antoine said as Ravyn stepped closer, between him and his wife, her love.

"They are indeed. But you didn't seem to mind when you took me before running off for the witch. Oh, I'm sure she doesn't know that part. That you had me upon my back, thrusting into your wife's cunt, as a demon moaned out her pleasure. And you knew... you knew I wasn't her," the demon said and let out a low moan of pleasure, her fingertips playing along the smooth expanse of her borrowed stomach.

Antoine let out a snarl and advanced at her, fists raising. Ravyn stepped in front of him, and shook her head.

"You're letting her get into your mind. She's a succubus, lust is easy to her. Easy to get someone to do what they normally wouldn't,' Ravyn said, and the demon chuckled softly, a soft clap of her hands.

"Well done my sweet little witch. Tell me, does your cunt still taste so tart? I would very much like to remind our dear Marion," the succubus said, and Ravyn closed her eyes for a moment. Centred herself before she turned to face the demon.

"What is your name?" Ravyn asked.

"Sarova," the succubus replied and leaned back to lean upon her hands, keeping her host's body wonderfully exposed. Ravyn couldn't help her eyes from drifting. Running along all those points she was so familiar with. She scarcely looked any different, and Ravyn couldn't help but want to discover if it would feel the same as she ran her tongue along Marion's skin.

"That... was surprisingly easy," Ravyn said.

"Of course. You need my name for any true rituals. You want to safely pull me from the woman you love, but he is fucking. I, want to walk in flesh of my own. So here I am, on Samhain, to be delivered properly, instead of wrenched like those fools that follow the light would do," Sarova said through Marion, never quite letting her alluring smile waver upon her borrowed features.

Ravyn stared at the succubus, hiding behind the flesh of a woman she still somehow loved. She sighed and walked away, moving towards the table in the middle of the single roomed home. Antoine glanced from his wife, to the witch, and finally turned his back on the succubus.

"Can you help her?" Antoine asked as Ravyn pulled her grimoire from its satchel with one hand while the other wiped some crumbs from the table.

"I can. But... neither of us is going to like it," Ravyn said as she set the grimoire down and opened it. The leather bindings creaked before her fingers carefully went through the pages. Her familiarity with the text and her own diagrams within making it easy to search out what she wanted. Beside her Antoine watched, eyes occasionally flicking to the succubus. He was shifting alot, unable to stay entirely still.

"Why not? And, why are you taking so long?" Antoine said, and Ravyn snapped her eyes to him. She pointed a finger at his chin.

"You will not rush me, and you will not take that tone with me again. It is tempting to leave the pair of you in this mess you made by ignoring my advice. You, who stole the one thing I loved, and her, who let you," Ravyn said, and watched anger boil in Antoine's eyes. "You know what? Fuck you."

She closed the book carefully and picked it up. Saw Antoine's fingers curling into fists at his sides again, and immediately grabbed the sword at her hip. So, this was it.

"The selfishness is this room is astounding," the succubus said, and Antoine and Ravyn looked at her. "I should have expected as much from the man who fucked his possessed wife. A wife he stole from someone else because he wanted her, to fill her belly with babies I presume. And you Ravyn well... didn't think you'd let your anger get to you."

Ravyn didn't say a word, but Antoine's face was burning. With rage and shame. The succubus laughed, then continued.

"Though. I actually understand Ravyn's position in all this. If I were her, I'd have let you rot good sir. Or maybe killed you. I'd say she's earned a bit of selfishness towards you, and your poor, poor ensnared wife. But... I want what Antoine wants, just for different reasons. So Antoine, be a good boy and shut your stupid fucking yap before your self centred horseshit gets the church in here, and your wife burned at a stake."

Antoine blinked at that, his anger flushed out of him like that. The gravity of the situation making itself well known once more. He hung his head, whether in shame or defeat, Ravyn couldn't tell. She paused, glancing between the succubus and the man she loathed.

"I'm sorry Ravyn. Please... help us," Antoine said finally, and Ravyn sighed. She set her book back down and opened it once more. Carefully she began to go through the pages, but Antoine didn't move to watch this time. Just stood where he was, and stared at the ground.

"If you must know Antoine, she's slow, because that book is a lot of work. A lot of work. So, she takes care of it," Sarova said, leaning forward to rest her elbows upon her knees. She stared at the man, smirking now.

Silence fell again. The only sounds the soft turning of pages. Soon enough Ravyn found the page she was looking for. The long description of the ritual required to pull a succubus from a possessed host, with the diagrams she'd made of the sigils she would need to draw. She read it all over quickly, reminding herself of what had to happen, even as she hated it.

"This is why neither of us is going to enjoy it," Ravyn said, pulling Antoine from his fugue. He took a deep breath and wandered over to look down at the pages facing at up them. His eyes quickly flicking over the words while Sarova grinned wickedly upon the bed.

"We... have to have sex," Antoine said, blinking and refusing to look up from the book, his face burning as he realized his wife could likely hear this as well. If the succubus was to be believed.

"Some kind of sexual act, that must result in at least one of us achieving orgasm," Ravyn said, trying to keep her words as clinical as she could. "The ritual was meant to entice the succubus's spirit from the host, with visual delights and promises of pleasure and feeding."

"Meant to," Sarova said with a short bark of a laugh. "You humans think so highly of yourselves. But, the ritual is old, with old magics. It works, just not for the reasons you've stated. Perhaps once I'm free, I can help with your understanding in that regard my tart little witch."

Despite herself, Ravyn felt a shiver course up her spine at the offer. She glanced to Sarova, feeling her lust and thirst for knowledge bubbling inside herself. More, she could almost feel Marion's eyes upon her. Staring at her. She looked away from the succubus, and reached into her satchel for a piece of chalk.

"I'm going to draw the sigils. Antoine I need you to undress," she said, unable to look at him even as she said it. For a moment he didn't move, even as Ravyn knelt a few paces in front of the bed and painstakingly drew a circle on the floor.

Once she had closed it she heard the rustle of clothing. Saw the motions out of the corner of her eyes as she carefully drew small symbols along the inside of the circle, being very careful not to disturb the chalk she'd already traced upon the floor. Clothes, belts, and boots all hit the floor near the table in a disorganized pile and Antoine moved closer to the circle. His bare feet padded across the floor boards, and the succubus made an appreciative purr in Marion's throat. She was maybe half way done when she carefully looked up.

Antoine stood in his underwear, which Ravyn was surprisingly thankful for. Even if she could see the clear outline of his manhood. His cock that had driven into the woman she loved.

She forced the image down and looked at his face. He didn't seem happy, but for once she couldn't blame him. Dirt and blood was smeared across his neck and face and she shook her head.

"Please, go wash up. I may not want to do this, but I'd prefer if you were clean," Ravyn asked, and Antoine just nodded, a sullen look on his features.

"Aww, come now you two. It's just sex," Sarova said to them in a tone that was far too close to Marion's voice for comfort. Ravyn saw Antoine grind his teeth just before she looked back down to her work. The stick of chalk dragged across the floor as Antoine walked across the room to a bucket of water nestled next to his hearth.

The slosh of water filled the silence in the room while Ravyn concentrated on finishing her symbols. Painstakingly ensuring each one was perfect. When it was finished she leaned back and sat upon her knees. Carefully she examined her work, taking long moments to ensure each symbol was perfect.

"Attention to detail. That gives me hope," Sarova said, and Ravyn glanced upwards at the demon in her old lover's flesh. She had leaned forward now, the candle's flickering light illuminating her hair and shoulder, but her eyes glowed green in the shadows. Ravyn stared at her a moment, then looked away.

"One mistake gets someone like me run out of town at best. Tortured and burned at the stake at worst," Ravyn said as she heard Antoine blow firmly, spraying water across the wall. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a frown. Stared at his naked bad, well muscled from years working in the forest. He hated her already, a small mistake here would give him all he needed to be rid of her.

"She won't let that happen," Sarova said, and Antoine froze in his washing even as Ravyn snapped her gaze to the succubus. Her brows stayed furrowed as she stared at those glowing eyes, unable to see the set of Sarova's expression.

"Stop with your games. I've already said I'd get you out," Ravyn said, getting to her feet and reaching into her satchel once more. She found a few candles, and placed two at each of the four cardinal points. She lit the ones at the north first, and worked her way east, south, and ended on west. Each step careful not to smudge the chalk.

"But the games are enjoyable. And what is the point of life and flesh, if not for enjoyment?" Sarova asked, before Antoine padded his way back over. He stood at the edge of Ravyn's circle, glaring at the succubus. The witch looked over at him, could see the rage in his expression, but despite it saw the twitch in his undergarments as he stared at the demon of lust.

Ravyn sighed and stood. She looked over at Sarova.

"Much more than games and torment," Ravyn said, and the succubus smiled. It was an alluring look that promised pleasure, and it sent a shiver down Ravyn's spine. She turned away and went for her satchel once again, and pulled out a few strips of silk. Two thin, one broad.

"Ohhh... I recognize those," Sarova said, and Ravyn let out a small sigh as Antoine's eyes bored into her.

"I'm going to put these on you. Then, we are going to carry out the rest of the ritual," Ravyn said, as Antoine looked over at the dark blue silk draped over her forearm.

"Why? I didn't see that in the book," Antoine asked, and it took effort for Ravyn not to sigh again.

"How deeply did you read it? These will help," Ravyn said; not entirely a lie as it would help her do what needed to happen next. And might help Antoine as well. Sarova though just grinned wickedly, savouring the mounting tension.

"Fine," was all Antoine said as Ravyn stepped in front of him.

She took the broader strip and carefully placed it over Antoine's eyes, wrapped the tails back around his head and pulled them tight. She could feel his breath on her skin as her palms grazed along his hair. Firmly she tied it, pushing down the desire to hurry, instead taking her time to make sure it wouldn't fall.

From the side she heard Sarova let out an appreciative groan, and there was a small hitch in Antoine's breath. He sucked in a breath, trying to steady himself, while Ravyn's bust brushed against his chest. When she finished with the blindfold she took a step back and moved behind Antoine.

"Next. Your arms," Ravyn said as she walked around behind him. Her heels clicked on the floor boards, and Antoine kept quiet as the witch took his arms and gently pulled them towards the small of his back. Gently she took the last two strips of silk and tied his forearms and wrists together. For a moment she admired her handy work and gazed upon the mostly bared form of the man. She pushed away her loathing, and simply let herself see his physical beauty.

Well muscled, and well kept. Ravyn reached out and ran her fingers along his shoulder blade and down his spine. There was another small hitch in his breath as he began to fall into a moment of their making. Ravyn stepped away, back towards the table and began to remove her clothing.

As she draped her shawl across the back of a chair, and began to work on the lacing of her corset, she heard Antoine shifting behind her. The floorboards creaking along with the leather of her garment in the silence of the home. When she finally began to open the corset and slip her arms out, she heard a small purr from the bed. Ravyn closed her eyes a moment, and took a long breath before she set the folded corset beside her grimoire.

She turned her head, dragging hair up her shoulder, showing her naked back to the succubus. Antoine stood where he was, blinded by the silk strip with his head tilted up. His fingers danced in the small of his back, while Sarova and Marion stared at the bared flesh of the witch. That oh so familiar tongue danced across Marion's lips, and it sent a shiver up Ravyn's spine.

Forcing her attention back she undid her belt and pulled off her skirts. She bent at the waist to slide them down, remembering a time she had done the same for Marion. Bent over, skirt around the soles of her boots, ass clad in a dark blue thong, Ravyn began to untie her boots and carefully slipped out of them.

Near naked, Ravyn moved back to Antoine and stood in front of him. He shifted slightly on his feet, the two of them facing in each other in only undergarments just outside the symbol drawn upon the floor. On the far side, slowly uncrossing and recrossing Marion's legs, the succubus watched with glowing eyes.

This was it. Ravyn couldn't put it off anymore. Slowly she reached out, feeling lust from Sarova and Marion's watching gaze, battling against the revulsion of helping Antoine. Of touching him.

At least he was pretty.

Fingertips grazed against his chest, and curled around his nipple. Antoine's breath hitched again, his lips parting. Ravyn watched his half obscured face as her fingers trailed downwards. Down into the trail of soft hairs running from his navel to beneath his underpants. She slipped over the waistband of the linen garments, and traced along the outline of his manhood.

Now Antoine groaned softly, his cock stirring under Ravyn's touch. Despite herself she felt excitement bubbling in herself. Coursing through her brain as this man reacted to her touch. Her other hand reached up and grazed across his jaw. A low moan spilled from Antoine, and a purr of excitement from Sarova as the bristle of a beard's shadow scratched along Ravyn's palm.

Ravyn stepped closer, and her right hand slid down until fingers caressed Antoine's throat. His skin was warm to her touch, even as her breast pressed against her forearm. She leaned in, her forehead against his cheek as she looked down over his body, beautifully sculpted from years of hard work. The fingers of her left hand slid downwards over the outline of his stiffening cock until she turned the hand over and grasped his length. Felt it jump in her grip against the linen holding it in as Antoine groaned in pleasure. She let out a little groan of her own, and pulled her hand upwards until her touch was against his skin. Her nails scratched against his skin, slid beneath the linen and downwards until she cupped his cock once again.

Antoine groaned again, his hips giving a small thrust into Ravyn's hand, and she teased at his neck. Her heart was beating faster as she stroked his manhood, each downward caress pushing against his undergarments. Slowly tugged them off his hips and down. He didn't resist, just groaned as Ravyn found her lips grazing his jaw. That last bit of linen fell around his ankles, and he stood there with them stretched between planted feet as Ravyn continued to caress him. The heat of his hard flesh rubbing against her palm.

His little hitches of breath turned into groans of pleasure, and Ravyn found herself stroking faster. Stepping closer until the head of his cock slid over her stomach.