Chapter 12
Agnes had frightful dreams. She was being chased through the maze of her soul by some terrible beast. Her heart pounded, her lungs were on fire, her muscles cried out for relief, her skin glistening in a cold sweat.
Agnes turned a corner and saw a door with a silver serpent curled in the center. She heard the beast crying out to her. Without a second thought Agnes sprinted towards the door. The silver serpent hissed then coiled but she didn’t care if she was bitten. She wanted to escape that nameless monster that chased her.
The door opened for Agnes and just as she saw the terrible shadow of the monster she shut it quickly. She was in a room of inky blackness. Cold and silent. Agnes covered her mouth to silence her loud panting. She held her breath as she listened to the outside over the rapid beating of her heart.
She didn’t hear the beast. She didn’t hear anything. Agnes uncovered her mouth allowing herself to catch her breath. But the minute her lungs began to relax with regular intake of oxygen she heard hissing. Was the floor moving?
Torch lights sparked to life to reveal that Agnes had stumbled her way into a snake pit. Hundreds of black snakes slithered on the floor through small snake holes in the walls. Agnes cried out inching along the wall until her wrists were caught, her body strapped to the wall by black tendrils that came to life from cold hard stone. Her legs spread apart, her ankles bound by the same black tendrils.
A coil wrapped itself around Agnes’s neck to hold her head in place but she could still breathe. Then she saw a shadowy figure rise up from the writhing floor. The shadow demon with snake eyes from when Agnes had first summoned the Incubus.
“You…,” Agnes breathed.
The demon didn’t have a mouth that she could see but Agnes could feel his smile. While he frightened her Agnes found herself getting excited. The demon materialized in front of her. It’s non-mouth hovering inches over hers. Agnes could feel the demon’s hot breath on her sweat coated skin giving her shivers.
The demon growled in pleasure as he descended. He was going to devour her alive… Agnes felt a hot kiss on her thigh. Her pussy quivered feeling a bit damp. She felt a serpentine tongue on her wet slit causing her to tremble with a shuddering sigh. Then sharp teeth on her inner thigh. The pain mingled with pleasure only made her spill out a groan…
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That bite became more intense bringing Agnes back to the surface from the deep sea of dreams. She felt a mouth on her sodding pussy and a familiar tongue dive between her folds, exploring her dirty nethers with accuracy.
She felt a body next to her but it wasn’t the one between her legs. Agnes opened her eyes to see the ceiling of her living room. The white fan spinning slowly above her. The mystery tongue flicked her awakened clit. Agnes bit her lip to suppress a yelp of pleasure.
Nolan was beside her, the sun gleaming on his finely toned muscles. His sleeping face one of peace and contentment. Agnes touched his lips, heat creeping into her cheeks with the memory of where those fine lips had been. But those were not the lips eating her out right now.
A hand crawled up from beneath the red plaid throw blanket. Hot white fingers gripped Agnes’s throat. She gasped for air but the hand only tightened. Her nerve endings were still electric with delight at the mystery tongue’s strokes while the world blurred. Agnes could feel her body approach heaven in more ways than one…
Finally the hand released as a burst of heat spread through her limbs. Agnes gasped allowing the summer morning air to fill her air deprived lungs. She heard a sickening chuckle that made her turn red with rage as well as almost suffocation.
“Does that jerk any memories?” James’s head popped into view, his whiskey brown eyes intoxicated by the thrill of violence and sex.
“God damn it, James,” Agnes hissed.
“Damned yes,” James smirked as he licked her navel then bit her stomach, his dark stubbled rough against her soft skin giving her tingles. Agnes checked over to Nolan to see if this would wake him.
“I think you fucked him into a coma,” James shrugged but Agnes could hear the dryness in his tone. Jealousy gleamed in his eyes.
“Stop it!” Agnes scrambled out of the make shift bed on the living room floor. She was naked, placing her hand on her hips glaring at the incubus with burning indigo eyes.
“Since when are you so modest?” James frowned as he lay on his side revealing his Greek God muscle, firm and taut with want. Agnes could see the bulge of his erection under the throw blanket.
“I’m not modest I just have a sense of decency,” Agnes sputtered. Hot liquid dripped down her thigh to her chagrin. She was trying to be serious but her body was trembling with desire. “I’m not fucking you with Nolan in the same bed.”
“Technically this isn’t a bed," James corrected as he played with a frayed end of the plaid blanket.
Nolan stirred again. Agnes motioned towards the upstairs. James sighed but materialized at the top step. Agnes quickly but quietly rushed up the steps fearing every creak was a loud bang that could wake Nolan.
Agnes brushed past James who followed her into the hall way with a cross and family photos of some crappy family vacation to New Orleans and baby photos of Louis, Agnes and Charlie.
“What is your problem?” Agnes rounded on James. She tried to keep her eyes on his face and not the stiff erection he was sporting that could impale her in a minute.
“My problem?” James’s stare burned into Agnes’s face. “You’re the one being shifty.”
“Shifty?”
“You’re pretending to be something you are not,” James fired. “You’re pretending to be this helpless innocent lost lamb for this Deputy Do-Good. I’m all for sexual role-play but you’re starting to believe your own lies.”
“What lies?” Agnes stepped closer looking the demon in the eye without fear. She could feel the pull of tip of his hard cock as if it were being drawn by some magnet in her pussy. Her nipples were hardened into points, her round breasts firm with arousal.
“Long before you summoned me through that ritual. All your life you’ve been a victim of your mother, your brother, your jock boyfriend and those mean girls,” James whispered darkly. “You haven’t told Nolan a true single thing and I know why.”
“Why?”
“You’re afraid. Afraid that he’ll see what you’ve become, what you always were and shrink back in horror or worse… He’ll make you give it all up but you don’t want to.”
“So… you know everything about me do you?” Agnes could feel tears beginning to well up as James’s words stabbed her with their harsh truths. Her mask of toughness was beginning to fracture.
James stepped closer. Agnes backed up until her back was against the wall, James’s strong arms on either side of her, trapping her in his web of words and sinful flesh. His hot breath on her skin made her pussy clench and drizzle. He wiped the concealer away from his mark other heaving chest.
“I’ve been inside you,” James whispered intensely, his voice husky with lust. “I’ve seen your darkest desires and wildest dreams. I’ve explored every inch of your body and soul. I am the only man who can give you what you truly desire: absolute freedom to be and do whatever you want. You’re a damned soul just like me…”
James leaned in, his lips brushing against Agnes’s. A huge part of her wanted to surrender. His mouth claimed hers in a heat of possessive passion. His tongue speared it’s way into her mouth as his body pressed against her. She could feel James’s cock hard and pulsating against her stomach.
Suddenly Agnes pushed James away with a force of will she didn’t know she possessed.
“Get out,” she whispered. When James wouldn’t move either dumbfounded by her resistance or pure stubbornness Agnes spoke more firmly, “Leave. Now.”
Agnes saw a look on the demon’s face that she never saw before: Hurt? Vexation? Whatever it was James vanished leaving her alone in the hallway. She sank down to the floor, sticky from arousal, throat sore with quiet sobbing, nose runny and eyes watery. Agnes was filled with self loathing and disgust because everything James had said was true…
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