Spell, Crook and Handle Pt. 02

"YESSSS," she cried out. "You were right. You are a good man."

"Here it comes," I said as I began to push.

"I am going to melt," she howled as I began to hammer her now.

The hunger was rising in me and I had to be careful or else she would end up comatose or worse. The view was spectacular and it wasn't the city. Her backside was as lovely as her front. I couldn't tear my eyes from watching my cock slide in and out of her. I drank lightly from her as her pleasure built and built. I should know I had been on the receiving end of this experience before.

"Why are you really here?" I asked as I slowly moved my hips.

"You are asking me that NOW?" She growled between moans of pleasure.

"Color me a curious guy," I said as I moved a little faster.

"Okay, okay... my grandfather thought it would be safer sending me rather than one of my brothers or my father."

"Well that makes perfect sense." I said and she looked over her shoulder at me. "Your family is at the top of a watch list for stolen artifacts. Let's just say he has a history of acquiring rare antiquities."

"Are you calling him a thief?"

"No, I am saying he has them in his employ. I am not condemning him. Everybody has a dark side, even you."

"I do not," she said in her best coy voice.

"Your cute little asshole is quivering Qadira," I said. "Why is that?"

"Because I have a long thick cock inside of me," she moaned.

"HMMM, I was thinking that maybe your puckered little hole was lonely," I said and I felt her stiffen in response. "So it's true, you do like having your ass teased."

"Nooo," she said her voice rising in pitch.

"Are you lying to me," I said as I stopped moving.

"I am not a freak," she growled.

"We can't continue if you are going to fib to me," I said as I began to pull out.

"Yes... stop... I am a freak... damn you do you always have to be right?"

"Here's your reward," I said as I began thrusting again. "Tell me what you want."

"Grrrr... I don't know why but I have always like having my ass played with," she said. "So what are you going to do about it?"

"This," I moaned feeling the wave of desire radiate from her.

I summoned the dark miracle and held onto her tighter now. The demonic blood allowed me things other men would kill for. She felt the tip of the second cock touch her puckered hole and I slowly pushed forward. Qadira yelped in surprise. She pushed back trying to move but all she did was to impale her ass on my cock. It was halfway inside of her before she knew what had happened. I let her settle before I began to move and she panted and moaned as she was filled up completely. Her surprise faded just like all the others had in the past. The demonic magic took hold and she was caught up helpless in the sensual whirlwind.

"UNNNNN, how are you fucking both..." she asked even as she climaxed.

"It's a gift," I told her as I hammered her for all I was worth.

"I can feel you getting bigger," she panted. "Are you going to cum?"

I pulled back and thrust as hard as I could and my orgasm hit me. Poor Qadira nearly fainted as I stole more life than I intended. I held onto her until I could catch my breath. Such a gorgeous thing, pity she has to return to a family that doesn't appreciate her. I eased out of her and carried her to the bathroom so we could clean up. Qadira was semiconscious when I ran the water over us. I washed the funk off of us. Her spark was still strong and a good night's sleep should fix her right up. I dried her off and carried her to the bedroom. I slid her beneath the covers and turned off the light.

I stood in the doorway and looked at her sleeping form. She looked so innocent while she slept even after everything I put her through. I suspected everything that had transpired was the demonic magic at work in the background. I had flirted with her, hell who wouldn't, but I never really expected anything to actually happen. Oh but it did and in spades. The image of that small full mouth of hers wrapped around my cock got my juices flowing again. I walked over to get a better look at her again.

My hand pulled down the cover and I looked at her breasts again. I licked my lips and felt the urge to wake her up with my cock between those firm young tits of hers. She rolled over in her sleep showing off that ass of hers. The hunger rose like a white heat inside of me. My cock was iron hard and wanted to be buried inside of her again. But if I did I could kill her.

"MMMMM, are you going to climb in behind me or not," Qadira moaned. "I'm getting cold over here."

"If I do, I could hurt you." I said.

"My ass is on fire but my pussy could take a little more pounding if you please," she purred dreamily.

I began to move onto the bed and stopped. If I fucked her I would drink every last drop of her life. I couldn't do that. She deserved better than that. I covered her up and bit back a groan of disappointment. I left the room and got dressed. I went to the bank of windows and stood there looking out at the city. I pushed down the hunger with a great effort. I turned to look at her bedroom a few times and I knew it was time to leave.

I felt as if I had just awaked from eight hours of sleep. Qadira's life force was coursing through me after our love play and I felt alive like I did at no other time. It was like a drug that had no equal. I picked up the case containing the gold ingots and pressed the elevator call button. The doors opened a minute later and Qadira's two bodyguards were there.

"I accept the offer. You know where to find me."

I took the elevator to my floor. Two corridors and three turns later I could see the door to my room. There was something on the floor in front of the door. I few more steps and I recognized it for what it was. I reached my door, unlocked it and picked up the hand woven basket. I carried it in and closed the door behind me. I set the basket on the small end table by my bed and plopped down on the mattress.

"Damn, I want to fuck her again," I said unable to let go of the hunger. "She was my kind of freak. But if I do I could kill her."

I felt the gnawing guilt and took out my cellphone. I called my sister Lily. It rang twice before she picked up.

"Shouldn't you be out partying or something," she said giggling. "Stop that my brother's on the phone."

"Your cowboy itching for another ride," I asked and sis made a rude noise.

"You are so out of the loop little brother," she said. "He went on the rodeo circuit a year ago and we lost touch. Why are you calling so early on a Friday?"

"I need to talk," I said and I guess the tone of my voice spoke volumes.

"I said cut it the fuck out," sis snapped at whoever was with her. "Yes, he needs to talk. I'm sorry. Why not be a dear and fix us another drink. Okay, what the hell is going on?"

"I got close tonight," I said. "I don't know what to do?"

"Breathe," she said. "You can handle it. You are the strong one remember."

"I remember, I guess I just needed to hear your voice."

"When are you coming back," she asked.

"I was supposed to return on Tuesday but things have changed. I have a rare employment opportunity."

"Sounds like a lot of money," Lily replied. "You never call college work employment, it's always a job."

"I can't share any details, but if I secure this I could focus on getting my PhD."

We talked for a few more minutes and I let her get back to her nameless companion. I stared up at the ceiling and felt a great deal of the anxiety leave me. She is my eye of the storm and while she was a phone call away everything was going to be alright. I opened the case with the gold bars in it and took one of them out. It was so small and yet so heavy. Each was stamped, numbered and appeared to have been produced in the states. The stamp bore the name Marsh on one side and Innsmouth on the other. They had been crafted early in the twentieth century. Each ingot was one ounce and depending upon the market rate was worth around fifteen hundred American dollars. So the entirety of the case was worth about a hundred and fifty grand. I put the ingot back in the case and closed it. I checked my watch and it was only two in the morning. I wondered if the banks were open on Saturday.

I turned my attention to the basket. I recognized its construction at once. They had tracked me down once again. The lacquered exterior marked it as Chinese but the pattern of the weave told me it came from a certain river valley. I lifted up the lid and looked down at the gifts they had given to me this time. Once a year the villagers gather a few of their finest crafts and place them in a basket. This time there was silken trousers, a matching silk top and swaddled in the silk a hand carved jade dragon. The jade was pale, almost white and its translucence was lovely. This was a gift worthy of one of the emperors of old. How had they managed to quarry such high quality jade and manage to get it out of China undiscovered? I returned the dragon and silk to the basket carefully wrapping the delicate object that had so obviously been carved with love and affection.

I couldn't sleep so I decided to walk the basket and briefcase down to the hotel safe. The elevator was playing 'The Girl from Ipanema' as I rode it down to the lobby. My foot was tapping to the tune when the door opened. I walked to the front desk and asked about bank hours and storing of valuables. They would be happy to store my things until the banks opened on Monday morning. I filled out a card detailing the objects to be stored and walked with the night manager to the vault. He assured me my possessions would be safe until I retrieved them. I returned to my room and decided to try and get some sleep.

I stripped down and slid under the covers. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I couldn't get Qadira out of my mind. This was strange since I had been with quite a few women since my change. Why would she of all women get under my skin? That was the last coherent thought before I fell asleep. It was the dream. There were recurring images that haunted me on nights after I had fed. I was floating in the darkling nimbus of what I had come to call the womb. There was warmth here, a sense of peace and I was not alone. She appeared slowly out of the darkness wrapped in glory and power. I was weightless in that place and we floated towards one another as we always did. The red headed goddess adorned in her black cape and an ebony crown.

"Who are you," I asked.

"Are you free," she asked, she always asked this.

"Yes, are you in prison," I reply.

"Of a sort," she replied smiling wickedly. "I do not know you. How can I not know you?"

"I don't understand," I said. This is new. She never said that before.

"Are you my brother or sister or something else," she demanded.

"I must be something else," I replied. "I have only seen you in my dreams."

"Are you a Watcher," she asked putting such emotional emphasis on the last word.

"I don't think so," I said and she smiled again.

"You are not demon or angel then," she accused her image changing. My red haired goddess was now crowned with horns and attired in massive black wings.

"Succubus," I said flinching. "You are not the one from the book are you?"

"Traitorous BITCH," she spat. "I know that one, are you her Master?"

"I was."

"Was, tell me you didn't free her," the succubus roared.

"No, I burned her book," I said. "Too late, she had already fed me her blood."

"Justice at last," she crooned. "How long into the change are you?"

"Six years and some months," I said frowning.

"Rejoice my brother," she said. "For you are free and in time you will only grow stronger. I will grant thee a gift if you would receive it."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You should not, but we are kin now and I would reward you for your courage. Will you shun my offer?"

"No, I would be a fool to do that," I said.

We had been orbiting each other in that weightless place. But now we grew closer and closer until we touched. It was a maelstrom of emotion, images and sensations. I cried out as I awoke. I was shaking and I recognized the aftermath of a powerful orgasm. My body was covered in sweat and I tossed off the covers to cool off. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. If I smoked I would have lit one. I sat up and that's when I felt the difference. I looked down and screamed. I raced to the bathroom and my eyes adjusted instantly to the darkness.

I turned to face the mirror and did not recognize the image reflected back at me. What the fucking hell? The body I now inhabited was nothing short of stunning. The face reminded me of the succubus I had shared my dreams with. The longer I looked the more I noticed the lack of flaws in that face, my face. God help me I turned around to check out my new ass. Damn, you could bounce a quarter off that ass. It was full, round and screamed spank me baby. Oh hell no, I screamed in my head. I am a guy!

Was this the gift the succubus had given me? I knew from my research that demons possessed no specific sexual identity. They could be male or female on a whim. Was this the succubus' way of telling me I was utilizing only half my options? I fought the urge that every guy on the planet fantasizes about and failed miserably. I cupped the tits and felt their weight and man were the nipples sensitive. It was like an electric shock when I touched them. The moan that escaped my lips surprised and shocked me. The voice was so much higher and different than my own.

"Damn is that me," I said and I couldn't help but smile at how sultry it sounded.

I turned around, turned the water on in the shower and stepped inside. If I was going to do this I was going to do it right. I hoped the water would mask the noises I would make. I lathered up a loofa and washed off the sweat and funk from this body. I was still emotionally distancing myself from saying those words, my body. I rinsed off and put down the sponge. I reached down, stopped and then decided to do this in increments. I cupped one breast and placed a hand on my lower belly. My hand was shaking as I touched myself down there for the very first time. I was soaked. God what a thought! I started by teasing those pussy lips and wow what a feeling.

"Oh damn that feels good," I growled. "This is going to be addictive."

Before I knew it I was sliding my fingers between the labia and pinching a nipple at the same time. My moans got louder and louder. I lost control and eased two fingers into that pussy. My back arched and I was utterly lost in these new pleasures. When I found that clit it was like gasoline on the flames. I cried out as I felt my first orgasm build and build. I was so damn close and I was pinching my nipple hard and fingering my pussy as fast as I could. My knees buckled and I was on the floor of shower when I climaxed.

"My tits... my nipples... my pussy," I whimpered as the water fell on me. "This is going to be a long day."

I laughed when I managed to get back on my feet. I washed my mane of black hair, no wait red hair. As I ran my fingers through my hair it changed to a deep scarlet just like Lily's. I began to play around with freckles, birth marks and even tattoos. Before I knew it I had embraced this new body entirely. It was my new birthright. It would be a sin not to savor all its pleasures. I turned off the water and dried off. I tried to do the towel thing with my hair and failed miserably. Sitting down to pee was a very emotional event. It was so weird. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror making faces trying to get used to this new side. My phone rang and I ran into the bedroom and grabbed it.

"Hello," I said without thinking.

"Um, is Louie there," Lily asked from the other side.

"Oh hey Lily," I said and then I realized she didn't recognized my voice. "Hold on, I'll get him."

"Thanks," she replied.

The change was swift and easy.

"Hey sis," I said. "Back to normal, I mean how are you?"

"I'm great and by the sounds of it you scored a real winner," she replied.

"Yeah, uh," I stammered and sis picked up on it instantly.

"What's going on," she asked her voice up half an octave.

"There is something I've never asked you about," I said. "I guess it's time I did so I can address something that has been bothering me."

"Ask away," she said a hint of relief in her voice.

"Do you remember archiving the rare book room?"

"Yeah," she said and her voice did that thing when she was remembering something nice. "You want to know why I did what I did, don't you?"

"Yes, it's important. I haven't asked before this because I was afraid of what you might say."

"Well, there was this crazy time for me that lasted a couple of months."

"Crazy how," I asked already suspecting her answer.

"You know when you're alone and you are just thinking to yourself. Well that voice in your head, it sort of took on a life of its own. It urged me to do things I didn't have the courage to do normally."

"You mean us," I said and I heard the sigh over the phone. "So what happened?"

"Remember when the cabin burned down," she asked. "You gave me that pretty bracelet and well the voice in my head went back to normal. It was quiet like it used to be."

"I am not sure you are going to believe this or not," I started but she knew or suspected.

"Does this have anything to do with that girl that passed away at the New Year's Eve party?"

"Did she seem familiar to you at all," I asked and sis rewarded me with a grunt of acknowledgement. "There is a reason for that. I know this is going to sound insane but was it her voice that sounded familiar to you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. I hated doing this but how else could I explain what had happened to me. I hated keeping secrets and if she was going to be my life line she needed to know. I heard the soft cry of realization. She was mumbling something about how could it be and I told her I would explain it all when I got back to the states. Lily agreed to let it drop for now though and knew this was a subject that needed a face to face conversation. I told her how much I loved her and needed her. She knew of course and told me to call any time of the day or night. We hung up and I felt better but I also felt a little guilty leaving her hanging like that. I would make it up to her when I got home. I laughed when I realized we had never discussed whatever it was she had called me about.

It was around two in the afternoon when the knock came at the door. I opened the door and there was Qadira standing there. She still looked a little under the weather. I stepped aside and let her in. I looked out into the hall but there were no bodyguards. I closed the door and Qadira had already settled into the only chair in the hotel room.

"I apologize, the room is not nearly as nice as your accommodations," I said and she smiled.

"I suppose I can tolerate this for a little while," she said and then her expression became serious. "Are you a Jinn?"

"What is a Jinn?"

"God created three races according to our beliefs. The first are the angels, those who watch over us and were crafted of the element of air. The second are the Jinn, those who are the builders and taught man all the crafts and are forged from fire. Last is man, who humbles himself before God and was formed from the soil of the earth."

"Watchers," I said.

"Yes, that is another name for angels," Qadira said noticing my reaction carefully. "Are you a Jinn?"

"Have you spoken to anyone about last night," I asked and she shook her head. "I am not a Jinn. I am something else. I am not exactly sure what I am anymore."

I launched into the entire story about the demon in the book and all that came after. I don't know why I told her but it felt good to share it with someone if only for a little while. Qadira sat there and I watched as her face changed as each chapter of my new life unfolded. At the end the terror in her eyes was enough to confirm what I had to do. The memory spell hit her and her expression went slack. It was a modified forget spell where I could edit what she remembered to the minute detail. She awoke and smiled at me.